Olfactory Lane

When I drive home, my nose tells me as much as my ears or eyes. There is a spot near the airport that almost always smells of bread or chocolate cookies.

There is a long section where fennel gives way to brackish oyster smells of the bay.  But not always; you can know if it’s high tide or low if the fennel changes into ocean, or if it merely fades into pavement again.

There are two places where holding my breath is required; recycling plants fill my nostrils with death and decay.

Sometimes there is cut grass or dry hay, depending on the wind. Newly poured concrete or gears burning are common across the four lane road.

I wonder what the world is like for the people who drive sealed tightly all season round, replacing air conditioning with the heater as the nights grow long and their commute is in darkness. Do they love the earth they drive on? Does their animal self slumber, nestled in its technology shell?

Or am I the odd one, slightly dangerous and likely to take flight across lanes, started by the scent of a brewery and friction burnt tires? Do I let too much in?

Fish on a Hook

Somewhere a jackhammer is rattling, and a cat is on my lap demanding pettage. The inner procrastinator has help today.

Writing is like having a fish on a hook. You have to pull hard, but not break the line.  If you force, the fish produces stress chemicals that damage the taste of the flesh.

But give too much line, the fish may figure out how to escape. And anyway, if you let the damn thing out all day, when will you eat? You must persist.

Dear Amelie

I have so many things to tell my daughter.  And I’m afraid I’ll forget, or worse, I’ll die before she’s old enough to hear them.  I could write her a book. or a blog post. Or live forever.

Notes! in no particular order

  1. Wash your roots, but condition the ends. It’s the only way to deal with hair so it stays nice and clean looking.
  2. Go ahead and buy the expensive tights, because the cheap ones really do run faster. This is true of lots of stuff.
  3. It’s worth getting your knives sharpened every 3 months. You’ll actually cut yourself less (and cry less when chopping onions)
  4. Speaking of crying there will be moments when you think you are going to die for misery. The best thing to do is distract yourself. See a movie, go for a walk, read a book, go for another walk… because it gets better. If you are not dead, it can get better. It might get worse first, but it will get better. Be kind to yourself until it does.
  5. Go ahead and throw stuff out. I know it’s a waste, but you’ll feel better once the guilt passes.
  6. The instant you think “I can’t possibly do that” you really should try to do it. Unless it’s illegal.
  7. Even when they turn off your utilities from nonpayment, they’ll always turn them on again. No need to feel guilty.
  8. Companies fire unpleasant competent people before they fire pleasant incompetent. Don’t forget to smile!
  9. I did love your father.
  10. There are a lot of things it’s well worth paying someone else to do: housecleaning, accounting, car washing, plumbing… unless you like it of course. I’m not judging!

 

Out with the old

The old Nothing New in all its ancient glory is here

It was hacked some time ago, thus the very plain front page.

It has old art, a very good recipe collection which foodtwit has not quite supplanted, poetry I like and poetry I wrote, happily a workshop I taught on how to write HTML in 1999! and a sadly broken comic blog that I never really worked on very hard. Which I might or might not fix someday.  My money is on might not.

it was mostly useful for these really old photos of me posting for a reference photos to be used in a comic book drawn by boyfreinds-at-tiem famous artist pal, Sam Keith (original artist of sandman). They are pretty darn funny, so I include them here.