After pulling out my particular brand of Peruvian Dark Roast, grinding in an outrageously expensive Burr Grinder, scooping exactly 12 1/3 scoops of coffee into my French Press, boiling water but then letting it cool to exactly 208 degrees, steeping the coffee for exactly six minutes, pouring 10 oz into my favorite cup along with 1 tbsp of half and half and 1 tbsp of sugar, I sat down to read the New York Times magazine only to find this piece.

Favorite quote:
I am secretly obsessed with the idea of perfect anything. I am weak and searching and desperate, just once, to have a perfect thing.

Having just spent entirely too much time and energy on my perfect cup of coffee, I feel you Mr. Maron.