*** of the Day
Somewhat on a whim and somewhat at the prompting of friends, I've decided to try recording memorable scents, sights, sounds, sensations, and snacks. Whether or not there will be more than one post has yet to be determined, but here are bits of my initial effort.
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Smell of the Day-->Printed fliers smell like skunk ... which makes it awesome when there is a pile of them on the counter to stuff in bags. Every customer leaning in to swipe their credit card probably thought I shower in sewage ... or forgot a bowl of rotting meat under the counter ... or fart with serious staying power.
Sensation of the Day-->A sunset gently pinching your face and arms with warmth but leaving your back chilled; or, luxuriating in a steam shower only to be interrupted by a slip thwacking your back against the cold wall, which although a disconcerting shock also jolts you out of the idea that being enveloped by heat is eternally snug; or, some other scenario involving that stark thrill of feeling contrary temperatures simultaneously.
Quotation of the Day-->"Cynicism is the romantic's condom." A co-worker brought these words to my attention to (perfectly) describe a student I have. It's fascinating to me how, in my experience, habitually sarcastic folk are usually the most emotional, sensitive folk I've known (despite their loud, repeated protests to the contrary). They're the ones who've not been burned so much as immolated by past relationships.
A Past Autumn Evening-->Moist carrot cake with cream cheese icing washed down with spiced cider, sweetened with a shot of caramel -- enjoyed while focusing on a book at a coffee shop, the assisting energy of people talking all around me by my awareness contracted to a space smaller than a one-person table. (Is it just me, or is the jolt of seeing past a proper object of fascination, such as looking up from a great book, like the shock of waking from a deep, pleasant dream?) The warm atmosphere and lighting of that shop framed by wet, dark windows on two sides felt like an accidental, yet snug meeting of perfect strangers in a cave -- one of my favorite simply pleasant moments. And for the record, no drink complements carrot cake better than a good apple cider.
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Smell of the Day-->Printed fliers smell like skunk ... which makes it awesome when there is a pile of them on the counter to stuff in bags. Every customer leaning in to swipe their credit card probably thought I shower in sewage ... or forgot a bowl of rotting meat under the counter ... or fart with serious staying power.
Sensation of the Day-->A sunset gently pinching your face and arms with warmth but leaving your back chilled; or, luxuriating in a steam shower only to be interrupted by a slip thwacking your back against the cold wall, which although a disconcerting shock also jolts you out of the idea that being enveloped by heat is eternally snug; or, some other scenario involving that stark thrill of feeling contrary temperatures simultaneously.
Quotation of the Day-->"Cynicism is the romantic's condom." A co-worker brought these words to my attention to (perfectly) describe a student I have. It's fascinating to me how, in my experience, habitually sarcastic folk are usually the most emotional, sensitive folk I've known (despite their loud, repeated protests to the contrary). They're the ones who've not been burned so much as immolated by past relationships.
A Past Autumn Evening-->Moist carrot cake with cream cheese icing washed down with spiced cider, sweetened with a shot of caramel -- enjoyed while focusing on a book at a coffee shop, the assisting energy of people talking all around me by my awareness contracted to a space smaller than a one-person table. (Is it just me, or is the jolt of seeing past a proper object of fascination, such as looking up from a great book, like the shock of waking from a deep, pleasant dream?) The warm atmosphere and lighting of that shop framed by wet, dark windows on two sides felt like an accidental, yet snug meeting of perfect strangers in a cave -- one of my favorite simply pleasant moments. And for the record, no drink complements carrot cake better than a good apple cider.
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