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inmyriadbits) wrote2006-05-31 04:01 am
inmyriadbits) wrote2006-05-31 04:01 am
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Random clearing action
So...I'm waaay behind on internet stuff. I owe several emails, many replys, and lots of fic reviews. This is just sort of clearing out some things that have been sitting in a Notepad file on my computer for the duration of finals. Feel free to skip. Oh, and if you get a comment from me on something that happened a month ago...that's just me catching up. Toodles!
COOKIE MONSTER SEARCHES DEEP WITHIN HIMSELF AND ASKS: IS ME REALLY MONSTER?
Awww...poor CookieMonster.
Unphotographable
From 11/1/05:
This is a picture I did not take of an orange persimmon, cut loose from an Asian grocery stand in the middle of Chinatown, rolling down a freshly paved section of Pacific early on a Saturday morning as if it had a new idea about how it wanted to spend its day, bright orange rolling on black, right between two dashes of the new yellow lane dividers, rolling beneath (and between) the two wheels of my red scooter, to the delight and amazement of three women waiting for the bus with their groceries as I slowly rolled uphill.
Isn't that just lovely? Neil Gaiman gives good linkage.
You know that smell that books have? And how new book smell is sometimes just as delicious as new car smell? But, not all books smell the same. And it's weird, because smell is the sense most strongly tied to memory; sometimes I'll smell a book and get this flash of memory about another book--not the story or anything, just the kinesthetic memory of holding it, its scent and its weight. For example, the book I should be using to write my History of the Modern Middle East paper right now (*checks* at 5:30 in the morning...). I instead have my nose literally buried inside this book called The Modern Middle East (I know, original) by Mehran Kamrava. The text is really, really boring, but I just figured out the scent-memory I'm getting from it. We used to have this hardcover book with pretty, glossy color pictures of butterflies when I was little. I have no idea what happened to it, but I used to love that book, and this smells just like it. Sigh...
COOKIE MONSTER SEARCHES DEEP WITHIN HIMSELF AND ASKS: IS ME REALLY MONSTER?
Awww...poor Cookie
Unphotographable
From 11/1/05:
This is a picture I did not take of an orange persimmon, cut loose from an Asian grocery stand in the middle of Chinatown, rolling down a freshly paved section of Pacific early on a Saturday morning as if it had a new idea about how it wanted to spend its day, bright orange rolling on black, right between two dashes of the new yellow lane dividers, rolling beneath (and between) the two wheels of my red scooter, to the delight and amazement of three women waiting for the bus with their groceries as I slowly rolled uphill.
Isn't that just lovely? Neil Gaiman gives good linkage.
Find your own pose!
You know that smell that books have? And how new book smell is sometimes just as delicious as new car smell? But, not all books smell the same. And it's weird, because smell is the sense most strongly tied to memory; sometimes I'll smell a book and get this flash of memory about another book--not the story or anything, just the kinesthetic memory of holding it, its scent and its weight. For example, the book I should be using to write my History of the Modern Middle East paper right now (*checks* at 5:30 in the morning...). I instead have my nose literally buried inside this book called The Modern Middle East (I know, original) by Mehran Kamrava. The text is really, really boring, but I just figured out the scent-memory I'm getting from it. We used to have this hardcover book with pretty, glossy color pictures of butterflies when I was little. I have no idea what happened to it, but I used to love that book, and this smells just like it. Sigh...
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Hello there, fellow Winchestercon buddy!
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Hello back, Winchestercon buddy! :)