Down with Starbucks

When people retire, one of their main concerns is how to fill their newfound leisure time. Yet, for many Americans, leisure remains an elusive concept, as it’s not deeply woven into the fabric of the culture.

As Jack Nicholson aptly noted, “I don’t think many people have a very good understanding of leisure and the importance it plays in our lives.”

Retirement can be incredibly fulfilling—provided there’s something meaningful to occupy your days. Watching TV, for instance, is not an occupation; it’s merely a stopgap for boredom.

In many countries, cafés serve as vibrant hubs of social life, where people regularly gather to connect and unwind. Unfortunately, the U.S. lacks this tradition. While Starbucks locations abound, they are a pale imitation of the true European café experience.

Starbucks, at its core, is a business driven by revenue rather than a desire to foster community or relaxation. A real café should be an intimate, inviting space where the staff is friendly, knowledgeable, and familiar with their patrons—perhaps even addressing them by name. Its offerings should be fresh and delectable, not stale leftovers from days past.

Ideally, cafés should be independently owned, and run by passionate individuals who prioritize creating a warm and authentic atmosphere over maximizing profit. While profitability is, of course, necessary, it shouldn’t come at the expense of the café’s soul. The founder’s involvement is key to ensuring the space remains true to its purpose.

Sadly, in the Bay Area, the scarcity of intimate cafés and restaurants is striking. Many establishments prioritize “fast food” (a euphemism for mediocre fare), while cafés are often staffed by individuals who seem disengaged, prioritizing their own interests over customer care.

Perhaps this cultural gap explains why so many voters gravitated toward a candidate whose priorities seem to center on swagger and wealth rather than fostering a sense of gemütlichkeit—a German word that embodies warmth, coziness, and community.

It’s time to rethink our café culture. Down with cookie-cutter chains like Starbucks! Let’s champion the rise of authentic, community-focused spaces that bring leisure back to life.

“Tell me how a people uses its leisure, and I will tell you the quality of its civilization.”— Count Maurice Maeterlinck

Alain

A badass birthday bash

Yesterday, in response to Noël’s birthday party invitation, we made our way to his lair and were welcomed by Tammy and Aaron Stern, and at least half of la Pétanque Marinière’s members, both old and new.

It’s fortunate that Noël lives in a spacious place, as the noise level eventually reached such a peak that (even with my hearing aids) I—and many others—could hardly understand anything being said. But then again, noise often equates success, right?

Upon arrival, I noticed several unfamiliar faces and wasn’t sure what to make of them until I learned they were new club members. This is welcome news, especially since our membership seemed to have declined a bit since last year. It was also a little bit surprising to see everyone dressed in “civilian clothes” rather than their usual playing outfits.

As usual, my inner photographer urged me to capture a few moments, although it was a bit challenging in such a crowded environment. Nevertheless, I accepted the dare and armed with my new iPhone 16, I set to work. I’m still unfamiliar with this new device, which added a layer of difficulty, but I managed.

Eventually, Noël was encouraged to play a few tunes on his new piano, and he graciously agreed. He truly is a man of many talents, surprising people in various ways. In fact, many of the paintings adorning his walls were his work. With such versatility, he will undoubtedly be tapped for a position in the new administration in Washington.

By four o’clock, it was all over, and everybody left on a happy note.

A nice successful party. Thank you for the entertainment, Papa Noël.

Alain

PS: To view the pictures, click on “My photos” on the right side of this page.

 

Dans les tranchées

Lately, I’ve noticed that I’m forgetting more and more things. Among them is my diminishing command of French. The following brief essay tests the remnants of what used to be my mother tongue

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J’ai passé de nombreuses années au sein d’une grande entreprise américaine… mais cela n’a jamais été une histoire d’amour. Plutôt un mariage de raison. Ma véritable passion a toujours été la photographie, un art que je pratique depuis l’âge de 18 ans.

Aujourd’hui, je possède une grande collection de photos datant de plusieurs décennies, et de temps en temps, je me plonge dans ces souvenirs. L’autre jour, je suis tombé en arrêts sur une photo qui m’a particulièrement frappé : cinq personnes que je connaissais, dont quatre sont désormais décédées.

A. Marchand, C. Davantes, R. DiMaio, J. Lecouturier, J. Etcheverry

À cet instant, je me suis étrangement senti comme les Poilus de 14-18, vivant dans des tranchées, avec des obus éclatant au hasard, à droite, à gauche, frappant ou emportant nos camarades.

Au fil du temps, nous tissons des liens forts avec ceux qui partagent notre vie, qu’ils soient amis de longue date ou compagnons de lutte. Et lorsque l’un d’entre nous est affecté, c’est toute la communauté qui ressent la même douleur. Ce qui reste frappant, cependant, c’est la soudaineté de l’inattendu. Ce pauvre homme jouait encore avec nous aux boules il y a quelques jours…

Dans notre jeunesse, la disparition d’un ami était un événement rare. Nous étions vivants, et cela semblait une condition éternelle… Pourtant, je me souviens d’un camarade de classe tué en Algérie… un événement qui, en rétrospective, semble avoir précipité notre passage à l’âge adulte.

Ce n’est pas la mort en elle-même qui dérange, mais la perte de ces compagnons avec lesquels nous avons grandi et vécu. Le paradis, après tout, ne serait pas le paradis si nous y étions condamnés à y vivre seuls.

Gardez vos amis près de vous. Ce sont vos biens les plus précieux.

Alain