We love Anna Karina and her coffee cups. We also want to see yours! Send us a picture of your empty coffee cup and we will read your fortune!

We love Anna Karina and her coffee cups. We also want to see yours! Send us a picture of your empty coffee cup and we will read your fortune!

apartment302: Your Morning Coffee. Sunday. The Cup of the Wolf (the dark shadow, above).  Cracked-lipped cream of the lamb (light weft below with a dark eye looking up).

apartment302:

Your Morning Coffee.

Sunday.

The Cup of the Wolf (the dark shadow, above).  Cracked-lipped cream of the lamb (light weft below with a dark eye looking up).

housecoffee: (그러니까 둘 중 하나는) 서른살이 될 때까지도 커피를 전혀 마시지 않았었는데. Big cartoon eye.  Swath of cartoon India ink mascara.  Unblinking.  An eagle or owl character, a eaglette with a taste for Joe.  A strong sign.  Unblinking.

housecoffee:

(그러니까 둘 중 하나는)

서른살이 될 때까지도 커피를 전혀 마시지 않았었는데.

Big cartoon eye.  Swath of cartoon India ink mascara.  Unblinking.  An eagle or owl character, a eaglette with a taste for Joe.  A strong sign.  Unblinking.

lifeselixirs: Italian film director, Federico Fellini drinking coffee.

lifeselixirs:

Italian film director, Federico Fellini drinking coffee.

sparklesandpretending: ignis- The family: cup, saucer, spoon, sugar, cream—even the eggs.  We predict a good day will be had by the drinker.

sparklesandpretending:

ignis-

The family: cup, saucer, spoon, sugar, cream—even the eggs.  We predict a good day will be had by the drinker.

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“Madeleine, double 8-ounce soy latte, Valhalla Café espresso. I’m a barista at my university’s café and I made the latte myself while at work. I might have put half of a raw sugar in the bottom of my cup, but I don’t remember.” —- We see a rare animal—an extinct horse (a tarpan) brought back to life.  It is missing something in its back in the shape of a radiation warning symbol.  This is the forgotten memory of sugar, raw (raw memory tends to be forgotten—revised—into refined dream, refined wish, refined eureka). The ora (lip of the cup) shows a half-focused thought, perhaps that forgotten something.  You have energy and are a digger-for-truths.  But did you bring back that ancient dream-horse, the sign of the past?  Or did it emerge, a force of nature, a force of time, in your life again?  Think back:  You may remember now—

“Madeleine, double 8-ounce soy latte, Valhalla Café espresso. I’m a barista at my university’s café and I made the latte myself while at work. I might have put half of a raw sugar in the bottom of my cup, but I don’t remember.”

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We see a rare animal—an extinct horse (a tarpan) brought back to life.  It is missing something in its back in the shape of a radiation warning symbol.  This is the forgotten memory of sugar, raw (raw memory tends to be forgotten—revised—into refined dream, refined wish, refined eureka).

The ora (lip of the cup) shows a half-focused thought, perhaps that forgotten something.  You have energy and are a digger-for-truths.  But did you bring back that ancient dream-horse, the sign of the past?  Or did it emerge, a force of nature, a force of time, in your life again?  Think back:  You may remember now—

Send us a picture of your empty coffee cup and we will read your fortune!

Send us a picture of your empty coffee cup and we will read your fortune!

What does my beautiful cup say? —- The Moon, poetess of the sky, now near, now far, now tiding high the waves, not bidding them back, brings the cup, from this angle into syzygy (“ox-yoke,” tension and collusion) with the viewer at such an angle that its Moon-ness overcomes its incomplete high-basal clouds (the white labia betrays the lip, kissing the Moon out of existence, or driving it/keeping it deeper, the ego instead of the whole of society).  But there again, in the well—another Moon, a clear and thick and cartoon Moon… We mean that you must watch for changing tides and falling skies:  The image you haves shown is positive, but we can’t see every nook.  And who knows what lies on the Far Side?  Drink deep of dark roasts and stay cool until October.  Use judgment and be kind, but not too kind—on the next full Moon, especially.

What does my beautiful cup say?

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The Moon, poetess of the sky, now near, now far, now tiding high the waves, not bidding them back, brings the cup, from this angle into syzygy (“ox-yoke,” tension and collusion) with the viewer at such an angle that its Moon-ness overcomes its incomplete high-basal clouds (the white labia betrays the lip, kissing the Moon out of existence, or driving it/keeping it deeper, the ego instead of the whole of society).  But there again, in the well—another Moon, a clear and thick and cartoon Moon…

We mean that you must watch for changing tides and falling skies:  The image you haves shown is positive, but we can’t see every nook.  And who knows what lies on the Far Side?  Drink deep of dark roasts and stay cool until October.  Use judgment and be kind, but not too kind—on the next full Moon, especially.

sarahsmindisblank: Intelligentsia in LA We see the wings of an eagle—flight, toward something distant but visible.  The long spoon, though, will surely help!

sarahsmindisblank:

Intelligentsia in LA

We see the wings of an eagle—flight, toward something distant but visible.  The long spoon, though, will surely help!

Finished. —- The snake of the Middle Kingdom (quasi-objects, love, the between, hatred, the relation, the parasite) divides the two Pure Places (yin and yang, coffee unroasted and water undarkened, action before actors, thought before reflections in objects).  The snake of the Middle Kingdom could signify straddling or pushing through; pursuing or drifting—but drifting with surprising, relaxing purpose.  The drifting of the tiger into sleep?  The drifting of the tuber down the Mississipp’.  Keep at it, snake.  Your drink betrays your healthful relation with (key word, “relation” with) duality, with the twin halves of your brain.  After all, in those halves’ chatter is the origin of consciousness:  Games of language, turning chatter into party talk and then games and then love, war, art, reconciliation, coffee…

Finished.

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The snake of the Middle Kingdom (quasi-objects, love, the between, hatred, the relation, the parasite) divides the two Pure Places (yin and yang, coffee unroasted and water undarkened, action before actors, thought before reflections in objects).  The snake of the Middle Kingdom could signify straddling or pushing through; pursuing or drifting—but drifting with surprising, relaxing purpose.  The drifting of the tiger into sleep?  The drifting of the tuber down the Mississipp’.  Keep at it, snake.  Your drink betrays your healthful relation with (key word, “relation” with) duality, with the twin halves of your brain.  After all, in those halves’ chatter is the origin of consciousness:  Games of language, turning chatter into party talk and then games and then love, war, art, reconciliation, coffee…

Eve’s cup of Turkish coffee —- Swirling formlessness, up close and suddenly formative!  Suddenly not swirling, but turning, with intent, like a wheel, a mill, a relationship, a mind, a coffee maker…  The coagulating ridges (soon-to-disappear-into-liquid) at the top make us think of soy or curd, ricotta, planned chaos. The shadow—the arm, the key, the money, the master, the wizard, technician, pilot, or mere Igor, servant—but always the operator.  It doesn’t matter who, only that the shadow operates on the light of chaos, mending it, through these ridges and coagulations, into some-thing (coffee, a good thing!). Without seeing the cup, we cannot assign you a Card, but we can say this:  The shadow here looks determined, central, dead-on.  Perhaps this is you?  In all events—best of luck!

Eve’s cup of Turkish coffee

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Swirling formlessness, up close and suddenly formative!  Suddenly not swirling, but turning, with intent, like a wheel, a mill, a relationship, a mind, a coffee maker…  The coagulating ridges (soon-to-disappear-into-liquid) at the top make us think of soy or curd, ricotta, planned chaos.

The shadow—the arm, the key, the money, the master, the wizard, technician, pilot, or mere Igor, servant—but always the operator.  It doesn’t matter who, only that the shadow operates on the light of chaos, mending it, through these ridges and coagulations, into some-thing (coffee, a good thing!).

Without seeing the cup, we cannot assign you a Card, but we can say this:  The shadow here looks determined, central, dead-on.  Perhaps this is you?  In all events—best of luck!

A morning without coffee is like sleep.
Anonymous
You know, coffee fortune telling is most notable with Turkish coffee. You are supposed to drink the entire serving and flip the cup over into the dish and leave it until the bottom of the cup cools. Then you flip it over a read your fortune according to how to grinds drifted. It works best with Turkish coffee because it has a somewhat thick consistency. — Asked by Anonymous

Thank you, we are big fans of traditional Turkish tasseomancy.  That said, we practice an “updated” version, if you will.  It’s like this:  We don’t live in Turkey, and only drinking tiny beautiful espressos is often impractical.  Further, we believe in a sort of widening-out or post-modernizing of the old techniques.  The thick, healthy grit of the Turkish coffee affords some interesting signs, but we like to think that the ephemeral/skeletal networks of red-yellow mountains left behind by the crema do too.  Happy drinking/reading!

Send us a picture of your empty coffee cup and we will read your fortune!

Send us a picture of your empty coffee cup and we will read your fortune!