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surreallis:
Earthquakes
I have never felt an earthquake, even though I've been around for a couple. I was awake and unaware of at least one, and I did my darndest to sleep through the other. I'm such a sound sleeper, in fact, that I have almost succeeded at sleeping through two fire alarms. This is probably not actually a good thing, and it means that I have no earthquake stories to tell. I've always felt the lack.
Cupcakes
Cupcakes are such pretty little things, but they're awkward, too. They're just the wrong size--too small to eat with a fork, and too big to eat in one bite, with an gob of frosting right at eye level. They're also usually too dry. The exceptions have been notable as well as delicious.
Holidays
Halloween was a worrisome holiday, what with all the Witches and goblins and razor blades and cats. My parents sort of agreed and sort of rolled their eyes, and so we went to Harvest Parties at church when we were too old to trick-or-treat anyway. In fact, most holidays as Good Evangelicals had some sort of worrisome element: for Easter, it was bunnies and eggs and the unspoken preocupation with fertility; for Christmas it was trees, because maybe they were a little too pagan. Thanksgiving and Fourth of July were pretty safe, though I can imagine that maybe Good Evangelicals should be worried about gluttony on the former and misaliegeance to country over God on the latter.
And then there's International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Bookstores
Oh, bookstore! Thou hushed and hallow'd place! All bookstores are good, but Powells is the best (several rambling stories in a building made up of buildings), followed by just about any used bookstore ever, as long as it has stacks of books not on bookshelves, and a reverent feeling about it. There's nothing better than finding old friends or new ones on the shelves.
Tea
I'd like to be a tea drinker. I like the idea of a hot, delicious drink that is also a mark of courtesy to visitors. I just can't quite manage to make it a habit.
Yellow
I have mixed feelings about yellow. Yellow and blue have followed me my whole life. (Back when I tagged along at my brother's Cub Scout meetings, various school colors, and now my office's yellow walls with blue carpet. When I saw that combo pop up again, I wanted to scream.) But a pale yellow with blue flowers? Or the gold color of the sky sometimes? Or a bright, vibrant yellow purse? Those I love.
Also, because we were totally original, my friends and I sang this at the top of our lungs fairly frequently on moonlit nights.
Cold
All year round, in Oregon, there's this time around sunrise that is cold, crisp, bright, and quiet. Right now it's about 6:00-7:00 AM, when I have to leave for work, and even though the rest of the world is wandering to their cars to blast music or morning talk radio and wait impatiently at lights in their cars, it's always so peaceful and pretty while it lasts. It always makes me think of camping, because I'd wake up before everyone else and sit in the chill, content to be awake and silent while everyone else was still asleep.
My words from
surreallis: Earthquakes
I have never felt an earthquake, even though I've been around for a couple. I was awake and unaware of at least one, and I did my darndest to sleep through the other. I'm such a sound sleeper, in fact, that I have almost succeeded at sleeping through two fire alarms. This is probably not actually a good thing, and it means that I have no earthquake stories to tell. I've always felt the lack.
Cupcakes
Cupcakes are such pretty little things, but they're awkward, too. They're just the wrong size--too small to eat with a fork, and too big to eat in one bite, with an gob of frosting right at eye level. They're also usually too dry. The exceptions have been notable as well as delicious.
Holidays
Halloween was a worrisome holiday, what with all the Witches and goblins and razor blades and cats. My parents sort of agreed and sort of rolled their eyes, and so we went to Harvest Parties at church when we were too old to trick-or-treat anyway. In fact, most holidays as Good Evangelicals had some sort of worrisome element: for Easter, it was bunnies and eggs and the unspoken preocupation with fertility; for Christmas it was trees, because maybe they were a little too pagan. Thanksgiving and Fourth of July were pretty safe, though I can imagine that maybe Good Evangelicals should be worried about gluttony on the former and misaliegeance to country over God on the latter.
And then there's International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Bookstores
Oh, bookstore! Thou hushed and hallow'd place! All bookstores are good, but Powells is the best (several rambling stories in a building made up of buildings), followed by just about any used bookstore ever, as long as it has stacks of books not on bookshelves, and a reverent feeling about it. There's nothing better than finding old friends or new ones on the shelves.
Tea
I'd like to be a tea drinker. I like the idea of a hot, delicious drink that is also a mark of courtesy to visitors. I just can't quite manage to make it a habit.
Yellow
I have mixed feelings about yellow. Yellow and blue have followed me my whole life. (Back when I tagged along at my brother's Cub Scout meetings, various school colors, and now my office's yellow walls with blue carpet. When I saw that combo pop up again, I wanted to scream.) But a pale yellow with blue flowers? Or the gold color of the sky sometimes? Or a bright, vibrant yellow purse? Those I love.
Also, because we were totally original, my friends and I sang this at the top of our lungs fairly frequently on moonlit nights.
Cold
All year round, in Oregon, there's this time around sunrise that is cold, crisp, bright, and quiet. Right now it's about 6:00-7:00 AM, when I have to leave for work, and even though the rest of the world is wandering to their cars to blast music or morning talk radio and wait impatiently at lights in their cars, it's always so peaceful and pretty while it lasts. It always makes me think of camping, because I'd wake up before everyone else and sit in the chill, content to be awake and silent while everyone else was still asleep.
