Archive for June, 2009

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best. thing. ever.

June 30, 2009

(today, at least.) go here. right now.

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seasonal sensory association

June 30, 2009

so this week i’ve been housesitting for my editor. one of the things i’m supposed to take care of is watering her husband’s tomato plants. and so i was standing out on the deck last night in the summer twilight, spraying them down, and they gave off that scent. anyone who’s ever grown tomatoes knows what i mean; they give off a very specific scent when you water them down. they don’t exactly smell good, like flowers would, but i like the smell. it’s another one of those sensory perceptions that just screams “summer” to me. 

when i was a kid, my mom occasionally dabbled in gardening. my mother is terrible with flowers (as am i), but she could sometimes succeed with vegetables. tomatoes were her most successful crop, although the green beans we grew one year were hilariously abundant. during the time of her most successful gardening endeavors, we lived in a small duplex on South F Street, a shady residential street in the old part of town. our street was lined with extremely productive walnut trees, and most of our neighbors had gardens. in the summer, we’d all trade produce: strawberries from one family, enormous zucchinis from another (my mom would split these and broil them with parmesan cheese; so good). so the warm, soil-y smell of damp tomato plants reminds me of summers spent in the back yard watching my mother obsess over our little 6-foot garden patch, of fresh vegetables, of my family desperately giving green beans to everyone we knew. 

(side note: the opposing scent to the happy-summer-damp-tomato scent is that broccoli in the field. the church i went to as a child was across the street from a broccoli field, so i’m well acquainted with the smell, which is bad. smells like manure and soil. it’s very distinctive, to the point where a friend and i, while driving down the 101 in the bay area one day, both inhaled deeply, turned to each other, and said “broccoli? do you smell broccoli? how is that possible, we’re on a freeway!” and yet it could not have been anything else.)

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tat-spotting on bart

June 26, 2009

got a look but not a pic of the left arm: matched pair!

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covet!

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can music save your mortal soul?

June 26, 2009

anyone who knows me can tell you that my favorite band is the drive-by truckers. for the past couple of years, i have been on a one-woman proselytizing mission, dragging friends off to concerts with me, making mix cds, etc. and last year, when they were touring with the hold steady, they played SF on bug’s birthday, and we went together and had a fabulous time. 

(this is the best video i could find from that specific show, a combined encore of the two bands playing a BOC song. you can’t see me, obviously, but i’m about 3 people back from the stage, right under the keyboardist.)

ANYWAY, the point i’m slowly getting to is that after this show, which was fucking phenomenal (as most DBT shows are; they’re a great live band), bug turned to me in the car and said “concerts are religious experiences.” and i wasn’t really capable of replying to her in any kind of serious way at the time, but it’s an idea that’s been bumming around at the back of my mind for a few months now. 

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weekend ruminations, part two: road trips

June 24, 2009

i really should have done this yesterday, when i had a better idea of what i was going to talk about. dammit. this post will be less awesome than it would have been. sorry about that.

it’s hardly new or shocking to argue that there are few things as quintessentially american as the road trip. the sense of adventure, the sense of openness, of heading out into the wide blue yonder armed with nothing but a road atlas. the back roads and small towns and diners and truck stops. at their best, they somehow always make you feel young and free and spontaneous.

of course, at their worst, you’re trying to drive cross-country in three days, or your car dies in the middle, or it comes to symbolize all that is wrong in your relationship with your fellow road-tripper*, or two weeks in a car turns your best friends into your mortal enemies. but let’s focus on the positive.

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by request (and by circumstance)

June 24, 2009

so yesterday one of my friends told me i should write more about native american topics. to which i replied “i write about whatever strikes my fancy on any given day.” but then today i saw this article:

In the critical days after dozens of Manitoba aboriginals fell severely ill with swine flu, Health Canada hesitated in sending desperately needed hand sanitizer to native towns because of concerns that people would ingest the alcohol-based gel.

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the revolution is now

June 23, 2009

so like just about everyone else, i’ve been watching the news reports coming in from iran over the last week. and today i sat down and looked through the pictures of it over at the big picture. and looking at pictures of what appear to be normal people of varying ages taking to the streets in protest brings to mind a couple of points.

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