3 November 2026 / coffee / guide
The wrong turn to the right coffee
Missed the exit, drove forty minutes through nothing, found the best flat white I've had this year. Straight from the notebook, cleaned up a bit.
Replace this with the first real dispatch. It is here so the site has something to render and so you can see how a post is built.
A dispatch is written in the notebook first. Then it comes here as a markdown file in src/content/dispatch, with the front matter above filled in. Add a cover photo (film, or film-looking) and a notebook scan of the page it started as, and both show up on the page automatically.
What goes in one
- Where you were and what went wrong
- What you found because of it
- One thing worth carrying, which links to the Mix
Keep the sentences short. Sign it. Push it.
Jake
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