I'm the only one who loves programming and computers but hate most of the culture around it? The tropes (caffeine addiction, programming socks...), the YouTube "gurus" who makes clickbait titles and usually screams while reading other peoples blogs, the [hyperSpecificWebFramework]Conf where hours are wasted in which seems an infomercial for "yet another way to update an HTML page basing on a series of properties", the hackathons...

More I distance myself from this mountain of BS more my enthusiasm for tech grows

I wasn't too into the cold brew thing. Tasted shitty and why do it when you can have a good espresso?

But.

I bought a cold brew bottle couple of weeks ago and I am enjoying it too much. Cool in summer, better than cola, cheaper caffeine and all I need is just a glass. And tastes good if it is not chilled!
I hope my coffee packs don't go stale while I indulge myself.

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