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WHO? Oliver. oof San Francisco again, Brooklyn before, Atlanta & Chicago wayback. RECENT: Note To Self Bobby Sensory Experiences The Flag Off to the cottage State of Affairs iphone More Periodic Updates A Brief Update TRAVELS: Biodiesel trip across America (January, 2005) Paris (April, 2005) Election work in NM (November, 2004) ARCHIVES: September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 May 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 August 2003 June 2003 LINKS TO PALS: elly Toshok Pete Tuggy Workstatus Nathan Express Train SEARCH: RSS: Get your RSS feed here |
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Sensory ExperiencesToday in the midst of processing and mourning and all of those things, my senses were lit up. Whilst shopping for new jeans, the salesman prodded me to take off my shirt and stand bare chested in the middle of the store in the middle of the afternoon. It was such a weird feeling, but then the touch of cashmere was so incredibly soft and nice that I could literally not resist. mmmm Then, at Rainbow I discovered a brand new cheese. It is the definition of excessive. In every possible way. Take everything you can imagine about the best goat cheese you've ever had, and just add truffles. You know, the best taste in the whole wide world? And finally, walking home from my 87th errand of the day, I passed yet another playa coated car. They all make me so happy. All the knowing, tired nods, the glances, the real truth of the shared experience. There's a bunch of things that kind of suck about BM these days, but there's still such a bond shared by those that Get It; words can't express. I could not resist. I took my whole palm and rubbed it in the filth of the car and the grime of the desert. I breathed it in deeply, wanting to know the smell, the taste of it all. i rubbed it around, feeling the sensation of the silky slickness of the fine grains. |
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