Cooking and Writing, but not simultaneously.
I am going without lunch today and it is livejournal.com's fault. My friend Pinky had recommended the site for me. She knows I write from time to time. Well, here it is; my first entry into this journal and it starts with bad news.
As soon as Mexico disappointedly lost to Portugal (but still made it to the second round) I sat in front of the computer to create my account. I have spent quite a bit of time on it, and if you look at my 'user info' you'll know as I wrote quite a bit. Also, it took me about an hour to find a background I could agree with. The first one I chose was pink!!, DAH!
While I was choosing colours and words I started to hear noises. It sounded like someone walking gently on the wooden floors. Since the TV was on - waiting for the Argentina vs. Netherlands match - voices were added to the noise. I couldn't make out where the noise came from, so I also attributed it to the TV.
The only sense I usually obey without questioning is my sense of smell. A scary picture, a slimy burger, or a perturbing noise will generate in me only the slightest of reactions, or none if I am immersed on something else. But if I smell something that is awful or burning, my hearing sharpens, my eyes move incessantly in search of the origin of the smell, and my hairs stand on end not out of fear but to act as a second skin in case i feel the fire before I see it. It is not paranoia that makes my sense of smell such a trustworthy adviser, it so happens that my nose has saved me from tasting horrible things or letting the house on fire.
As the noise kept going and the Argentina-Netherlands match still to come, I noticed a slight change in the nature of the noise. It sounded like foots stepping on dry leaves; as if something small was cracking. My brain went rapidly through a list of things that could cause that noise and 'something burning on the stove' did cross my mind. Still, frustrated at the fact that I could not find an interesting background, i again attributed it to the TV. That didn't last long. As soon as the computer room's air particles changed from clean hair (I just took a shower) to something burning, my sometimes slow brain automatically raced for an answer. It was clear; my canned soup was boiling into a dry paste of beans and tiny pieces of meat. The mental picture began to form in me, but my body's chief adviser, my nose, had already put me into motion. The picture was still lacking colour when I saw how my lunch was becoming crisp.
*Sigh* Fortunately, my mom called soon after and offered to bring me a Vietnamese sub. She also offered to drive [wrote ride at first, which is my Spanish kicking in] me to work, which is awesome. However, I think I will no longer cook and write at the same time, unless I am using pen and paper while standing next to the kitchen stove.
As soon as Mexico disappointedly lost to Portugal (but still made it to the second round) I sat in front of the computer to create my account. I have spent quite a bit of time on it, and if you look at my 'user info' you'll know as I wrote quite a bit. Also, it took me about an hour to find a background I could agree with. The first one I chose was pink!!, DAH!
While I was choosing colours and words I started to hear noises. It sounded like someone walking gently on the wooden floors. Since the TV was on - waiting for the Argentina vs. Netherlands match - voices were added to the noise. I couldn't make out where the noise came from, so I also attributed it to the TV.
The only sense I usually obey without questioning is my sense of smell. A scary picture, a slimy burger, or a perturbing noise will generate in me only the slightest of reactions, or none if I am immersed on something else. But if I smell something that is awful or burning, my hearing sharpens, my eyes move incessantly in search of the origin of the smell, and my hairs stand on end not out of fear but to act as a second skin in case i feel the fire before I see it. It is not paranoia that makes my sense of smell such a trustworthy adviser, it so happens that my nose has saved me from tasting horrible things or letting the house on fire.
As the noise kept going and the Argentina-Netherlands match still to come, I noticed a slight change in the nature of the noise. It sounded like foots stepping on dry leaves; as if something small was cracking. My brain went rapidly through a list of things that could cause that noise and 'something burning on the stove' did cross my mind. Still, frustrated at the fact that I could not find an interesting background, i again attributed it to the TV. That didn't last long. As soon as the computer room's air particles changed from clean hair (I just took a shower) to something burning, my sometimes slow brain automatically raced for an answer. It was clear; my canned soup was boiling into a dry paste of beans and tiny pieces of meat. The mental picture began to form in me, but my body's chief adviser, my nose, had already put me into motion. The picture was still lacking colour when I saw how my lunch was becoming crisp.
*Sigh* Fortunately, my mom called soon after and offered to bring me a Vietnamese sub. She also offered to drive [wrote ride at first, which is my Spanish kicking in] me to work, which is awesome. However, I think I will no longer cook and write at the same time, unless I am using pen and paper while standing next to the kitchen stove.