rediscovery

i have been rediscovering the joys of oatmeal. the past week i've been eating delicious bowls of Quakery goodness while reading Foucault. something about the mixing of post-structuralism and brown sugar on the tongue is truly divine. but this is beside the point.

the point is that these bowls of oatmeal did not go without beverage. it had been coffee - black coffee. black coffee is a well-known (to me) signifier, but what are the semiotics inside? the referent is undoubtedly the steaming hot cup of of caffeinated bliss, but - if you look a little deeper - the signified is pure unadulterated boy Qi.

and i went to great lengths explaining this to the cute blond baristas who sold me my cup...