Goodness Molecules, Flavor Dots

Dang, bra. I wrote me a whole bunch of nincomsense about coffee and some madness re: whether it's a taste or not, or whether it's this whole body/mind experience thing on account of it's a stimulant and it gots mouth feel. Mouth feel. (Pick the second one and we can go on from here without further ado. Do you pick the second one?) And what I was doing was that rhetorical thing where you set up a misunderstanding that nobody actually has and then you disabuse them of it. The tendency of an audience, I speak from experience here, is to be sort of drawn in to the false drama of this and be sort of all amazed and relieved when the fallacy has been smoked out and untangled and laid to rest. Brings people together, and I would know because sometimes I'm together with them and we walk out talking about it, and how glad we are to be disabused of that thing we never even thought of unless we did and forgot, and we now have something in common. Our hands might even touch as we walk, and we pause for a moment and say, well, I'm parked up here a bit, good to see you. But it's a bad business because what are you supposed to do when someone has a real difficulty except the same thing you do when it's a cry wolf difficulty situation? So I had to save our blog from that sort of thing and now I'm back to about nothin. It seems to me that this non-paragraph is far preferable to the other thing that now I take back.

But here are the coffee thoughts. Or thought. I really really like coffee, V. It's a sacrament, and I'm not even kidding. Often, especially where espresso is involved, I will involuntarily quote Renfield from Dracula: "The blood is the life." Renfield is a warped and pitiable and deluded character but there it is. Little short on sleep for this kind of thing but I'm essentially serious. I was thinking that the wholeness of the coffee experience--that it involves your whole body including your blood vessels and synapses, that it lightens your mood and silences background static and puts certain things into very sharp focus--that this wholeness has something in common with your garden that makes both Good Things. But I can't explain it right now and maybe it's all strained and loopy. But it matters where things come from, what they're connected to. And it matters that you know where they come from, so that in a way when you receive them you sort of reach up from the balls of your feet through your pelvis and sternum, and balance the taking on your tongue delicately for a second, and then you receive. Something like that. Even though it's hard to explain why in ethical and economic terms. Because you would think, or I was trained to think, that food is food and textured soy protein with really awesome flavor dots ought to be fine. But it doesn't feel that way.