Page created 25 Apr 2002 by baggins
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those bastards, riboflavin and moloch, should make a website and take submissions again. maybe artixerxes would be inspired to take up a pen and paper again...
I actually own the domain http://voxhumana.net/ and would like to do some kind of literature/writing mag. Carlson and I talked a lot about it, way back when. That's some point down the road though, with what i have on my plate right now.
what goes in a lampost milkshake? light bulbs, wires, and metal? mmmm yum.
i was thinking more along the lines of tears and cigarette butts. not very tasty, kind of bitter. smells like teen angst...
I remember this weird, funky smell I would get after like a long bus ride to state drama competitions, and running around in a hotel like crazy. I think it was probably just my body excreting the mountain dew and butterfingers I had been eating, but I don't know. And I haven't smelled quite like that since.
i love the fact that you went to state drama competitions in high school. we just shoplifted from the gas station and smoked menthols and played video games.side not re: funky people smell...
in high school at Christian Liberty Academy where i attended for 2.5 years, the school was K-12 but had a very small number of students in each class. on our way to lunch everyday, the littler kids were always coming back from their recess time. and they ALWAYS smelled like that little-kid-sweat smell that only children pre-puberty can generate from their bodies. sort of that not-so-fresh but still purely activity- generated sweat. not the same as when you play an entire sweaty show at the wood, or watch movies in august in sombody's hot-ass apartment, or roadtrip for 3 days straight, or whatever. i think the only other people that can generate such a pure, innocent, unnasty sweat-smell are moms after they exercise. at least my mom.
I love the fact that you just wrote a paragraph about sweat...On another note, I think a writing submission site would be groovy.
I guess I should thank you for that honest and apt analogy, but I have to say that I wasn't really prepared for it.
pedro, you did ask for that.
i guess living at home for the past couple months has made me notice and appreciate the ways that moms are different from all other creatures on the planet.
seriously, it was just a weird image. Ok, I guess it's not that weird, or like, it shouldn't be that weird. it just was like, ok, you smell little crazy kids after they've been out playing. it's not considered rude to be able to smell little kids. but you'r enot supposed to notice what other people smell like, much less like, intentionally commenting on how your mom smells. but i understand. I really do, weird things kind of poke strange buttons in my head.
Smells are such weird, nostalgic things... like driving on I66 after a rainstorm smells just like driving from Superior to Saint Paul - the same wet spring smell, concrete and cut grass and damp soil. Nothing makes me feel so overwhelmed with the past as a smell, not even photographs.The smell I most associated with those long drama (or choir or band or whatever) trips was the smell of so many heads of overly-chlorinated hair from swimming in a pool, sneaking into someone else's room when nobody was watching, and then laying around on beds watching bad movies on the free HBO provided by the hotel.
...and getting harrassed by people because wynona rider or whoever had her shirt off in pump up the volume. I believe Pat Diorio brought me a Gideon Bible.Speaking of Pat, do you have any idea what he's up to or if he's OK?
Chlorine is, to me, the most powerful smell there is. 95% of the happiest moments of my life have been somehow associated with a couple of pools in Seattle (hyperbole, but close), and the right kind of chlorine smell sends me into happy land like nothing else can.
I also love the feel of chlorine. I don't mean the slow burn as it rips through your pores, though. I mean after your body is completely saturated with the stuff, and it comes out in your sweat. There is no cleaner feeling on this earth than sweating chlorine.
I'm such a nostalgia junkie. When I go for walks I often pick music based on what memories I think it'll conjure up. It's like those people who can take notes by doodling, and then look through the drawing later on and remember what the lecturer was saying as they drew any given part of it.
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