Coffee Review: Kuma Coffee Gaikundo

For people who know me, you know I own a spoon engraved with the motto “Death Before Decaf.” While this is by no means a personal motto, it is one I live by which means small batch artisanal roasters, baby. This is a great time in America for small businesses to find and import raw beans, add their personal touch, and sell them to hipsters charmed by friendly graphics or edgy concepts. It’s worth it! I swear. Coffee is one of those things that seems simple to people who grew up with Maxwell House or pop in a Keurig, but it can be an artistic expression of both the roaster and the person brewing the cup. More on that later.

Recently, I was turned on to a small roaster in Seattle by celebrated CEO Dan Price, famed for his staunch principle of actually paying his employees a living wage. Not only is he the kind of rich I would spare during the revolution, he’s also from Seattle, and he talks to you on Twitter! Truly the millennial Jesus we deserve. Just for kicks and giggles I asked him to recommend a coffee roaster he likes, and he turned me loose on Kuma Coffee.

I also got a sticker.

Right away I knew this was a ringer, because the company is named after the owner’s dog, Kuma, which is Japanese for “bear.” Its run by a small roasting team, and is proud of the owner’s ties to the Japanese coffee scene. This drew me in because I’ve visited small coffee shops in Tokyo, and they take good coffee seriously. You can often just walk into a shop that has siphon style coffee machines straight out of a steampunk movie. Kuma basically ticks all the boxes for a hipster company you want to support. Its also nice that the invoice is printed on the back of a short comic about how all their employees are bears. This is totally plausible, guys.

The postman is my favorite, just totally cool with bears handing him a package. Guy is hardcore.

While they do free shipping for two bags or more, I got one just to try and settled on Kenya Gaikundo, with blackberry, Cabernet, and red velvet notes. Everything is sent in their biodegradable packaging, and its pretty attractive if you’re the kind of person who leaves their coffee in the bag. The cute bear thing isn’t overdone. The description has that very Japanese detail asking you to “Please enjoy this gem.” 痛いけど気持ちいい (Hurts but feels good. Its a weeb thing.)

So I brewed this bad boy. I use a pour-over set up with an electric grinder, which is not ideal but I don’t want to have one huge arm and awkward questions. I have metal and paper filters so I tried it both ways.

Right away the big fruity character they advertise comes through. My initial impression with a metal filter was a little bit like Italian rainbow cookies. The roasty flavors are there but blown away by the berry. For dark roast people this might not be the best thing, but its not quite a blonde roast. The comparison to a Cabernet is probably most accurate, but more like a blushing Franc and less like a Sauvignon. If you know, you know. The beans are quite small, but their color is very even, which suggests a lot of care and attention went into them. This is what I expected from the Japanese background of the company. When they’re brewed there’s minimal gas bubbling, so you don’t have to bloom them very much. I do recommend a paper filter and around 80° C for this, because they are delicate and benefit from the slightly longer extraction without the full steep of something like a French press. This results in bolder expression of the tart berry and more of that just-browned brioche flavor, which stood up to the addition of sugar and milk.

I’ll probably be adding Kuma in to my regular rotation as I get new beans in, and their merch is tempting too. I’m fond of the shirts and the mug, which seems like too reasonable a size for my level of coffee consumption. In the same Twitter thread I got a bunch of other recommendations, so check back if you want to see more!

Movie Review: Io on Netflix

It’s been a while since I’ve written on this blog. Mostly this was because of the day job that took up most of my time this past year, and partly it was because I had to move twice. Long story, basically both my apartments were declared illegal. I’m in a better place now, and there’s a big career shift happening so I have a moment to spare.

Procrastinating from the major unpacking job I have to do, I decided to put on Io, the new release from Netflix. And almost immediately I was struck by the similarity to a childhood favorite of mine, Studio Ghibli’s classic, Nausicaa, the Valley of the Wind. Io has many of the same themes, but is so amazingly American I thought I should mention it in a review here.

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Book Review: Shotgun Arcana

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His artist is excellent, as usual

I reviewed Six-Gun Tarot a little while back, and it wasn’t exactly a glowing review. So I decided to give R. S. Belcher another shot with Shotgun Arcana, the second in his Golgotha series. With Six-Gun, I had a lot of problems with the false sort of feminism and cultural diversity he showed in those pages. In short, the Old West wasn’t exactly a great and shining example of equality or magnanimous spirit, and what was wrong with it was almost directly transferred into the pages of Six-Gun. He even invented a totally new slur for Chinese people I had never heard before, so there’s that. So how does Shotgun Arcana fare? Continue reading “Book Review: Shotgun Arcana”

Alien Covenant Isn’t For You

aliencovenantMy wife doesn’t like horror movies very much, even though guffaws every time some doofus falls down on America’s Funniest Home Videos. So my story with Alien Covenant happens a lot. I want to see it in the theater, and she doesn’t. I might have gone to it for our drive-in excursion but there was a double feature of pirates and space superheroes… so there. Last night I got antsy and rented it off Amazon, which made me slightly annoyed that it didn’t come with prime and that I’m going to see it on the public library shelf a little while later.

The dubious privilege of Amazon Video is that you get to see comments. Which is frankly annoying when people ruin the ending before you even get to see the movie. But reading them, I get the sense that people just don’t know how to watch movies anymore.  Continue reading “Alien Covenant Isn’t For You”

Shin Godzilla: Stuff to Add

Ah, my local library strikes again, this time with a title that’s been long in coming: Shin Godzilla, probably the best inheritor of the Godzilla name to come along since the original film. The Guardian got it pretty right with their review, so I’ll just link you to it. But for me, this was a spectacular return to form with one of my favorite film directors in the world, Hideaki Anno, so here’s a little input of my own.

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Expletives Were Made for this Morning

I woke up this morning to find out that a white supremacy rally had gotten violent and how one of the Nazis decided to run over the other side even after the group was dispersed by the Charlottesville authorities. @JuliusGoat voiced the communal outrage over this farce as eloquently as is humanly possible, and I was just feeling a little cathartic when I read about a hospital in India whose oxygen provider shut off the flow for an unpaid bill and killed more than 30 children who were relying on the stuff to live. Even for the news, that’s pretty damn depressing for a Sunday morning.

On the surface, these two events being reported in the same weekend seem completely unconnected. They’re on different sides of the planet, they involve two different regional groups. One is culturally motivated and the other is an issue of bureaucracy gone horribly wrong. But through a red haze of rage and sorrow, I’m motivated to write about how they’re the same many-headed monster. Once we know that, we can stop cutting off the heads and kill it once and for all.

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On Retro-Superheroism

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My wife had already started an epic Hellboy collection before I got into him

There is a very specific group of comics that exists in the world as sort of an ode to superheroism as a genre. I am, of course, talking about books like Tom Strong, Hellboy, and Atomic Robo, which I recently picked up with the handy “The Everything Explodes Collection” and do not regret reading at all. There’s a thread of commonality between them with an obvious charm. Each story works with a long-lived hero who starts as an innocent. He accrues experience and a grim sort of wisdom as the decades pile on, almost like they’re embodying the gradual cynicism that settles on the world with the years. And I think in the best ones, they offer a wonderful example of how we can come to terms with the things their heroes represent: acts we wish they had never committed, ways to attone, and the irreducible truth that without them, the world as we know it would not be here today.

This is an entry about a group of these books, which have existed in an underground capacity for many years and have finally found recognition in recent years.

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Review, Make Something Up: Stories You Can’t Unread

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Pictured: Cred

I’ve mentioned before that I’m a Chuck Palahniuk fan, and I am really a little annoyed that my library still hasn’t recovered from the Great Move of 2015 and I can’t establish my epic shelf of cred in this regard. But hey, that might be a good thing, as Chuck apparently has a weird following of young white Americans who think he’s actually supporting their entitled subculture of race elitism. It doesn’t help that Palahniuk actually encourages this by owning the “snowflake” moniker or making it easy for conservative papers to wildly skew his edgy statements.  Here he is choking a porn star. I wouldn’t call it misogyny when the lady is enjoying it that much though.

Palahniuk is easily misunderstood because of his outrageous style and throbbing, wet finger pressed shamelessly to the pulse of American culture. He isn’t afraid to write people who are racist or misogynist or who feel oppressed in their everyday life. Palaniuk says things in this book like “By the time you turn thirty, your life is about escaping the person you’ve become in order to escape the person you’ve become in order to escape the person you started as.” Come on. How can a middle-income snowflake who grew up thinking they would be raised above the browns and the blacks only to find themselves in their 30s working in a Dairy Barn NOT get behind that? Snowflakes are white, people. Palahniuk is a master of symbolism.

There, I hope I’ve defended him sufficiently for you to give “Make Something Up” a fair shot.

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