An ode to coffee…

Not an ode exactly. I can’t write good poetry, so my odes are just blog posts, a poor substitute for those who love Grecian urns and the like. This post is indirectly about urns, though, in the form of receptacles found in offices usually containing bad, old, and cold coffee. When I had a day job, I fortunately had a physicist colleague who believed in a good cup of coffee, an amateur barista, if you will. The fact that Starbucks is raising the price of their coffee products by 1% made me rec...