Smell is a primal, evocative sense. However, what makes one good is highly contextual, don’t you think? For example, I love the rich, sweet smell of an old car. It’s a complex olfactory cocktail of vinyl, gasoline (particularly the smell of exhaust unencumbered by emissions controls), and such. I enjoy it because it reminds me … Read more
Mom would have been 64 this past Monday. It didn’t occur to me that it was her birthday until mid-afternoon—maybe 3 or so. I’m certain that’s the latest in the day I’ve ever thought about it since she died. You know, I finally stopped seeing something I think she’d be interested in and thinking I … Read more
So after I was a smart-alecky contrarian about the whole idea, Saintseester sent me a Google+ invitation for a sociological yuk, and I’m sure she’s enjoying that I’m enjoying it. You know, choosing which faceless, soulless mega-corporation with which to share the most intimate details of your life is an important decision. I like my … Read more