Five weird...things
So...five weird habits. Though i've had some time to think about this, i haven't thought of anything really juicy and exciting, so i'll just wing it...
1)My dreams are peculiar in...well...peculiar....ways. For example, if my dreams were movies, then i'd be giving an oscar to the special effects guy, and the guy who builds the sets. The plausible sensation of undergoing any action that in this world is just impossible, deserves some credit. Most of these types of actions don't even have some sort of parallel experience it could be borrowing from. Consequently, thanks to my dreams, i know what its like to 1)ride a wave that is hundreds of feet high 2) be bitten in half 3)fly (though for me, flying in dreams was always a sort of momentum-propelled, low-gravity-type gliding). And the architecture! Think M.C. Escher meets transylvanian gothic meets video game absurdity. Salt with Dali. Pepper with some actual real life elements. Also, i'm always amazed when my brain comes up with an original word, piece of art, or song. Though art and song can't survive my waking, some of the words and poem fragments have: "Laoctidilian": a prehistoric alligator, "Ininook": not sure, might be a name (sounds Indian doesn't it?), and, a full verse line, "tin cans ringing against the glory of the sky", (i didn't say it was any good).
2)I do my best thinking in the shower, when i'm reading, or when i'm mowing the lawn. Though, to be honest, i haven't mowed a lawn in a while. And like Whiskey, i hold arguments, er... i mean conversations with myself in the shower as well. And i love the pruning of fingertips. It reminds us that our skins aren't really ours, because sometimes, they don't even fit right.
3)Big animal lover. Of almost every kind. Squirrels and birds especially delight me, but this is perhaps because they're so common, i feel i've gotten to know them better. I'll gaze at spider-webs, prod ant holes, feed crumbs to crows, even grackles. The very few animals i hate? Flies. I'll find a way to pick up a wasp indoors and show him politely to the door, but if a fly gets in, the magazine gets rolled. Which sort of brings me to my next point...
4)I have a pact with the bees. The Treaty dates originally from kindergarten, when, having been sentenced to 40 minutes hard time-out in the corner of the playground, i caught in my barehands a bee, which buzzed around, crawled, and proceeded to avoid stinging me. I consequently avoided crushing him. I was happy. He was happy. We both agreed an alliance was mutually beneficial. Since then, i have never been stung by bee, wasp, yellow-jacket, hornet etc. And i have kept my end of the treaty by not deliberately killing the little buzzers. Though flies are another story. As are mosquitoes...i have no alliance with them, (though the failure of diplomatic relations is entirely their fault). Oh, and ticks. They're just a mean and scoundrelly race.
5)I buy epic movie soundtracks, and then read books while listening to them on constant repeat. The soundtrack then becomes a soundtrack to the book. It then gains more meaning when i listen to it, elliciting not only original images, but memories of the movie, and of one or more stories.
Well, looking back i see these really aren't habits exactly. At least not all of them. They're just weird...things. Oh well.
posted by windmilltilter at 2:32 PM
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