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Wednesday

cowboy poetry

see me?

jbblocker

i always wear a hat.

i often
have ideas
that are 
much bigger than my brain.

who knows
if my hat
 keeps 
any of them
from escaping .
i just know that plenty stay inside.

i can feel them 
bouncing around.
looking for the doorway to reality.

if i didn’t wear a hat
i’d be scratching my head 
all the time.
 
- J.B. Blocker is a media consultant based in Collin County in North Texas.

Saturday

Great Chefs and Coffee


Romancing the Bean Series
by Caffeine Cowboy

 Chefs Werner Vogeli and Karl Haas share childhood memories.
Tales from the Old County
  I count among my friends and mentors some venerable and highly respected chefs and hospitality specialist.  These gentlemen are revered in the Dallas culinary community. They are iconic.
  Many learned their craft in the shadows of WWII. Swiss, Austrian, French, and German influences ignited their love of exquisite dining that they eventually brought to a booming Dallas of the 70’s. It was time of great hotels and the explosion of fine dining in downtown Dallas that brought these adventurous young chefs that changed the image of dining and brought European luxury and elegance to the table.
  I always felt that they liked me, but after the research for this story I realized that my charm my have been secondary to my devotion and accessibility to great coffees! 
Chefs Karl Haas and Peter Klaus Curley 
  Many thanks to Chef Karl Haas and to the late great men Chef Werner Vogeli and the consummate G.M. Helmut Frenzen who as a team, made the 69th floor City Club in Dallas a legendary experience. 
  My 1st Dallas account as the Caffeine Cowboy was the City Club. I would tell people, "the closest coffee to heaven in Dallas was mine!"
  They shared pieces of their personal memories of coffee in their post war youth with me.  jb

Wednesday

Cleaning up an infestation!

When the government gets in the way, what do you do?
by J.B.Blocker 

  You are on a family vacation and anxious to get to your cousin’s home. It is night and you pull off to a side road at Mile Marker 13. You really have no choice because nature is really calling loudly and it is a few more miles to the next town. The boys have got to go and so do you.
  To your wife, 13 is already a bad sign and she decides she can wait. But the boys can’t and now neither can you. In the moonlight you find yourself in an area that is dried and desolate with dead fall and the remains of a recent fire. 
  The scene is spooky. You can’t wait to get done with your business and leave this stop far behind.  It is so daunting that no one even steps off the road. The boys just stand in front of the car and hope no one comes from the other direction. It is a place you never want to see again.
If you had been here a month earlier there would have been a real problem!
  You arrive at your cousin's home in the next town and make plans for a picnic the next day.  Morning comes and your families are headed to a favorite local swimming hole. There will be picnic areas, a clean sandy beach area, hiking paths, and great fishing. 

Paradise is what they call it.


I always wear a hat!



 
'jelly beans' i always wear a hat! jb

                                                                   i often
                                                               have ideas
                                                                 that are
                                                 much bigger than my brain.
                                                               who knows
                                                                 if my hat
                                                                   keeps
                                                              any of them
                                                            from escaping.
                                            i just know that plenty stay inside.
                                                            i can feel them.
                                                         bouncing around.
                                               multi- colored, multi-flavored
                                                              jelly beans!
                                                    wantin out of their box.
                                              lookin for a  doorway to reality.
                                                              if i didn’t
                                                            wear a hat,
                                                i’d be scratching my head
                                                           all the time.




Recruiting a Winning Team

The Andrew Principle
Campaigning 101
jb blocker

John 1: 40  One of the two who heard Jesus speak and followed Him, was Andrew, Simon Peter's brother. 41 He found first his own brother Simon and said to him, "We have found the Messiah” (which translated means Christ). 42 He brought him to Jesus. Jesus looked at him and said, "You are Simon the son of John; you shall be called Cephas" (which is translated Peter)
  
  You don’t hear much about Andrew the apostle. We know he was one of the first to be chosen by Jesus along with James and John. Later in the Bible, he is the one who brings the boy to Jesus with the fish and loaves that feed thousands. He is also at the resurrection. But Andrew is also mentioned for one other thing that has resonated throughout the ages.
  You see, Andrew met Jesus and went to his brother Simon to tell him he had found the Savior! Simon's name was changed to Peter. "Upon this rock, I will build my church."
  That is some really good recruiting! That is like finding Babe Ruth and introducing him to baseball. 

I call it ‘The Andrew Principle’.

Monday

I AM PRO-LIFE!

 I remember those windows. They are the windows that we would look out of and watch the people leave on visitation day at our Buddhist orphanage in Yokohama. We would stand in front of those windows and see friends leave with their new families. Other visitors would leave their children behind and the children would cry. 
I am told that my mother visited me often but I don't remember that. I remember wondering why no one was taking me away. Maybe it was my clothes. 
On one visitation day, I threw a fit. I was 5. I wanted nicer clothes for people to see me in. I refused to dress. I ran away. They found me naked under the stilted building that housed the orphan girls.
One visitor wanted to meet all the boys. He offered to bring back new clothes. The visitor was a Navy sailor and his wife. They wanted a boy and girl to take back to America.
I was too old. The lady wanted babies. I was 5.
When the couple went to the office the lady knew who my mother was! The Navy sailor said,"We'll take him! Nancy, meet your son."

 If my grandfather had had his way, I would never have been born! Many Japanese women of the post-WWII and Korean War era became pregnant by the military who were just passing through per-Se.
  Because of the extreme racism of the Japanese at that time and for many years after, such pregnancies were aborted so as to not bring shame to the family by corrupting the race.
Fortunately, I had a mother who not only spared my life to her shame, but also found a job at the local Naval Base beauty salon where she showed my pictures to prospective American service men's wives. Now you know that the story is much more complicated than that, but the end result is that I am a Blocker! 

I have no doubt that by the grace of God and the strength of conviction of my birth mother Nobuko, Chief PNC Charles Blocker and his wife Nancy took me away from that pitiful orphanage and raised me in Texas!
Nobuko

I believe that 'All things are possible!' 
I believe that one of the greatest sins is suicide because that person has given up on God and taken away the opportunity to find peace, joy, and fulfillment through God's grace.
I believe in mercy, hope, and faith.
I am Pro-Life with consideration to the safety to mother and child. 
I am no doctor, or judge. But I believe that whenever possible we should give God a chance and give people like the Blockers the opportunity to raise the child they had wanted. 
If they can turn them in to a Texan, well, that's even better!
blessings, J.B. Blocker
   
- J.B. Blocker is a media consultant based in Collin County in North Texas. Advertise with J.B. by calling 469-334-9962. Email: jbnorthtexas@gmail.com

Friday

"HONOR THE FLAG!"


Dad taught me well!
  As a teen, I gained possession of a 48-star American flag that was as big as a wall in my bedroom. My father was at Vietnam so I proudly put it up, saluted it, and said the pledge every day for my dad's sake. It stayed there until.....

  
Hong Kong '47
My father, Master Chief of the United States Navy Charles Abraham Blocker was a 32 year Navy man and lay minister. He finished his career as an E-9, one of the highest ranking enlisted men in the Navy. 

  At age 16 he lied about his age in order to join the Army with his older brother Uncle Jimmy in 1942. They found him out at boot camp but a year later he enlisted again and made the Navy his career.
   I was always fascinated and proud of his chest of medals including the Navy Cross.  After those 32 years of traveling the Seven Seas, WWII, Korea, and many other assignments he came home from Vietnam. I was 15 and spent the entire day in the front yard in order to be the first to welcome him home. Back then, there was little or no fanfare for returning military forces.
  When he saw the flag covering the wall in my bedroom, he immediately stopped in his tracks. Without harsh words but rather with solemnity, he helped me take it down with care. He carried this 12-foot flag reverently to the living room where we respectfully folded it. He then had mom find a clear wrapping for it and placed it on my dresser.
  Looking back, I am sure that the 48-star flag meant much more to him than I will ever know. He had defended and saluted that flag during his prime.

Monday

I'll Never Forget 9-11 ( Part 1 )



Grand Central Station
I’ll Never Forget 9-11 

Part 1: 

Engine 54
Ladder 4
Battalion 9

By J.B.Blocker

Late September 2001:  
The van that carried our team of Disaster Recovery Supervisors carried us to 45th and Madison and the Roosevelt Hotel which would house dozens of us for several months.  As we drove through the streets, I was fascinated by the ‘missing signs’ that were plastered on walls, post, fences, and anywhere else a piece of paper could be attached.
  It was early in the evening by the time I had settled into my room and my shift would not begin until noon the next day. It gave me some time to wander over to Grand Central Station just down the street to figure out my route to get to the ‘Red Zone’ where I had been assigned.
  I passed a lady with her dog and both of them were wearing small posters with the picture of a man and a few words like little miniature billboards. The lady stopped just in front of me and solemnly stapled a poster to one of the many plywood construction barriers that are prominent in Manhattan. This sheet of plywood like all the others was covered with not dozens, but hundreds of similar pages. Pictures of families, couples, and individuals would blanket the city for months. I was amazed at how many included home addresses and lists of personal phone numbers. Such was the desperation of those left behind.
 After she blew the picture a kiss and slowly walked away, I had to see what she had posted. The photo of a man in his 30s was followed by a description and contact information including address and phone numbers. The caption read. “Have you seen my husband? Please contact me.”

Wednesday

The Bucket List Coffee



Sumatran Kopi Luwak
By the Caffeine Cowboy

  I had an entertaining few days with some plantation owners from Indonesia at the Seattle Specialty Coffee Association Convention. I made friends with several gentlemen who produced Kopi Luwak along with their traditional coffee crop.
  Their plantations are large and secluded. Their crops are highly graded coffees even without the help of the wild civet cats that raid their fruit.
  They gather enough from their own surrounding forest to be considered a significant amount. Because of this, they can guarantee the coffee from the cherry to sellable beans.



 This is not the same all over. There are thousands of small batch growers who only gather enough to sell to a cooperative buyer.  In this case, the seeds are not uniform, they come from various varieties of coffee, and all ranges of ripeness.
  These co-ops make up the largest suppliers for this prized coffee processed by a nocturnal Raccoon-like, Lemur related fruit-eating machine, the Luwak.
  I would not call this a bad product but it’s certainly the second tier to the purist. 

Sumatran Batak Kopi Luwak will take you to my direct source.
  The purist wants to know where the bean was grown, what altitude it grew at, what was the seed stock, how does the base crop rate out, and who is accountable. 
  
 Third tier Luwak would be that coffee produced by feeding caged Luwaks with only cherries during harvest and forcing out as much product as they can during the growing season. 
  This is a prominent and growing practice in some countries and Robusta cherries are used to turn a coffee that is the cheapest on the market into the most expensive! The coffee is infinitely inferior.
  How many other crops if any, can you feed to birds or beast and make a fortune by selling the by-product!  They should at least put those animals up in luxury digs! Consider this: that Robusta might have normally have sold for $1 per lb! However, as much as can be eaten by Luwaks and discharged now might bring from $50 to $100 to unsuspecting buyers.
  The final and lowest tiers are those that only use a small amount of the true Luwak coffee and blend it with whatever they want to create a profile.

As I bring you great coffees from around the world, I don’t know which ones you will love, not care for, or truly enjoy for specific pairings or occasions. Try Flor de Colombia, or Pearls of Sheba, or Mystical Blue Maui.  Who am I to know what flavors, character, and content rings your bells. 
What I can do is purchase clean distinguished coffees that can be compared and enjoyed like fine wines.
You might absolutely love Kopi Luwak. It is truly special. I can promise that if you are a coffee lover, you will appreciate the big body, depth, and range of delicate flavors. I know that our Kopi will be a distinguishing and adventurous taste of coffee at its best.
Check this culinary treat off your personal Bucket List. Sharing it with your coffee loving friends will send them off with a singularly memorable experience.
One of my great pleasures has become sharing this coffee and its story!
Good Luwak, Bad Luwak? 
Very few places sell Luwak in the U.S. But because of social media culinarians and many world travelers, the experience is demanding attention. Selling for averages of up to $30-$50 per cup at the most exclusive restaurants and hotels, it is truly a Bucket List item for the coffee/wine enthusiast. If you are going to pay for the most expensive, exotic, and exclusive coffee in the world, you really want to know where it was grown when it was roasted, who roasted it, packed it, and delivered it to you.

Naugan Simanungkalit, Bean Broker
The Caffeine Cowboy solemnly swear that I will:
Buy private stock of Kopi Luwak from certified plantations growing only the highest grade of Arabica.
I will personally attend the manicure, roast, and packaging. I will sell only to direct consumers with limited purchase ceilings for all
Because of the rarity I must impose maximums per month, per customer including restaurants and other food services.
  
  Kopi Luwak is a delicately balanced mixture of the same coffee varietal bean. The certified beans are flown directly to Dallas from Sumatra. We hand manicure the beans before and after roasting.
  The roasting process includes a combination of specific roasting temperatures and timing to bring you a memorable and symphonic experience. No filler coffees will be used to dilute your adventure nor my reputation!
  We only have a limited allotment each year for U.S. consumption.

- J.B. Blocker is a media consultant based in Collin County in North Texas. Advertise with J.B. by calling 469-334-9962.

cowboy poetry

see me? jbblocker i always wear a hat. i often have ideas that are  much bigger than my brain. wh o kn o ws i...