wealth of senses

~"In the market, the wood carvings and pearls went unbought, and the festively painted Ice Cream Shoppe was always empty." -John Seabrook, because tonite is about smells and i think i know what that market smells like.

~'If you go away' by Emiliana Torrini, because it's 'Ne me quitte pas' by Nina Simone.  sorta. lamenting, lilting.

~Whale Rider, because the actress should have won best, and the story is unique and genuine and i love love love the endurance of myths.

hi kids. pull up a drink and sit for a tiny spell.  took a lengthy walk tonite, but had to cut it short on account of some achey joints. i had a shot recently and... I'M 35!!!!  yaaaay! had a birthday, loved it, lived to tell about it (only i'm not gonna because that would be dull).

i just want to make a quick entry about the smells i encountered tonite--not all bad, but all beautiful.  the power of smells overtook me after i went to europe (quince pie with new cream, fog that smells sweet, vinegar on carrots, and a canal that smells of mold and wet socks and sweat between lovers' hands) and then greece (basil in the street, salt rocks, juniper, broken daphne leaves, hot rocks, thick gardenia swarm, warm honey'd syrup, the heat of sex and meat, and head&shoulders shampoo).  i still smell things that take me back to those places, only, sadly, they're fleeting.  the resonance of smell is all-powerful.  it'd be a sad sense to lose. not the worst, but sad.

so, tonite, in my beloved city. no order of import or notice:

seagulls

sewage

cigarettes

salt

sourdough

fish

cigar

rubber

cucumbers

newspaper

oil-based paint

charcoal

grass

feet

ink

basil

crab

sweet peas

rosemary

charbroiled steak

fire

lavendar

chlorine

sweat

aluminum

sunset. colors have a smell and you know it.

sorry i haven't updated in a while, folks.  and sorry this post is less-than.  proust was kind of a pansy fella, but he knew what he meant when he wrote 'Remembrances of Things Past'. or maybe it just aged pretty well and Proust hit on something.  i like memories for the most part, but sometimes they really are a tremendous responsibility.

good nite, all.  i wish you the warmest and fairest.