More Recent Memories
Saturday night, posting an entry on LiveJournal.
About to go on a bike ride. I have been listening to a playlist that has conjured mucho memories, lifetimes. Right now I'm listening to Beulah. New York is on my mind. I'm in Canada. Me and this kid named Therman are about to go on a bikeride. Therman is tall and drinks a lot. He has long legs and owns a bright bike. The music and the bikeride and the present environment makes me think of my past. I suppose I remember my life accordingly, according to certain nostalgia. Once the nostalgia occurs, I can recall an entire event. The crazy thing is, do are there differences in nostalgia concerning the same event? In other words, if you smell a smell that you used to smell years ago and have not smelled since, you easily recall a certain event; does the event change-- the recollection-- if you smell a different even divisive or rival olfactoritative response associated with the same event? And do we humans experience rival factions of aroma? Are we able to smell different aromas and remember them sensually through the years; are we not bound afforded with each experience one olfactorial sensation? Certainly, if so, the idea of "the moment" changes graphically, the rate of existance, rather, of a moment. Anyhow, The problem is that as I get older, I'm living much more, and memories are being covered up by more recent memories. It's a trip. Surely I remember old things, but so much is happening now. And so, I'm in Canada, at the Geological Society of America conference in Kelowna, B.C. Geology. Can you believe that? Earlier in the week I was listening to a guy speak about colloidal mineral content in wine, and how the colloidal minerals got there, in the wine. And where the minerals were from, where from the soil; and of course, soil owes its life to rocks. And "rocks" is the soul of Geology. Hence, the Geological Society of America. Then, today we went and looked at rocks and saw a bear chase after two guys until the bear turned around and climbed up the tree and met her cub. You should have seen the layers in the rock fold in the background. God damn we were out of breath.
Far atop the furthest height roamed heads of storms within the night approaching.
About to go on a bike ride. I have been listening to a playlist that has conjured mucho memories, lifetimes. Right now I'm listening to Beulah. New York is on my mind. I'm in Canada. Me and this kid named Therman are about to go on a bikeride. Therman is tall and drinks a lot. He has long legs and owns a bright bike. The music and the bikeride and the present environment makes me think of my past. I suppose I remember my life accordingly, according to certain nostalgia. Once the nostalgia occurs, I can recall an entire event. The crazy thing is, do are there differences in nostalgia concerning the same event? In other words, if you smell a smell that you used to smell years ago and have not smelled since, you easily recall a certain event; does the event change-- the recollection-- if you smell a different even divisive or rival olfactoritative response associated with the same event? And do we humans experience rival factions of aroma? Are we able to smell different aromas and remember them sensually through the years; are we not bound afforded with each experience one olfactorial sensation? Certainly, if so, the idea of "the moment" changes graphically, the rate of existance, rather, of a moment. Anyhow, The problem is that as I get older, I'm living much more, and memories are being covered up by more recent memories. It's a trip. Surely I remember old things, but so much is happening now. And so, I'm in Canada, at the Geological Society of America conference in Kelowna, B.C. Geology. Can you believe that? Earlier in the week I was listening to a guy speak about colloidal mineral content in wine, and how the colloidal minerals got there, in the wine. And where the minerals were from, where from the soil; and of course, soil owes its life to rocks. And "rocks" is the soul of Geology. Hence, the Geological Society of America. Then, today we went and looked at rocks and saw a bear chase after two guys until the bear turned around and climbed up the tree and met her cub. You should have seen the layers in the rock fold in the background. God damn we were out of breath.
Far atop the furthest height roamed heads of storms within the night approaching.