Performance Anxiety at Starbucks

For a number of years, I got my morning coffee on the street, from the coffee cart guy. The cart and the vendor changed sometimes, based on my office location or walking route, but the routine was pretty standard. And the coffee was damn good.

Rossini and the Wabbit; or, the Undeniable Impact of Looney Tunes on a Child’s Appreciation of Classical Music

To this day, I cannot listen to Rossini’s “The Barber of Seville” without picturing Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd.

I know I’m not alone.