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Jan. 14th, 2005 01:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokeSo a work-friend got me to buy this stuff we've just started carrying, this soy protein health drink in different flavors. ...I think I may have found a new addiction, here. Although I will be buying some chai tea to confirm this suspicion, because it sure as heck isn't the vanilla that popped my eyes open like that. ^.^ *sips*
Now, this is what happens when I am having a fit of inspiration while at work - well, in between jotting down various bits and pieces of the insanity that is Yugioh fic. Any Yugioh fic, not just mine that is driving me nuts because we don't have all of the manga in America yet and I hate to try and finish ficcing anything when I haven't finished the series itself. >.< It is headache inducing, having something written that you like and then discovering it won't work with canon. The ideas roaming around in my head are bad enough, but the one time I'd actually written something out and had this happen. ;_; Never. Ever. Again.
I got completely sidetracked there, didn't I? ^^;; Anyway... Trying to ignore the lunatics (= cast of Yugioh) and staring at the candy rack that I was technically supposed to be straightening, I noticed a misplaced mint chocolate bar that was supposed to be on the candy aisle. On the way over there, (because we were that slow) the following thought ran through my head - mint = winter, power, determination.
And then I thought, whaaaat?
And this might have been the end of it if I hadn't noticed the bulk of headspace had done a screech!halt number. Except Gerald, who was doing his little 'I'm not smirking. Physically. I am merely projecting an aura of smirk...' thing, but that's not really related to this. << ^^;; Anyway. I decided to take advantage of the idea since it was shutting everyone up, and started listing down flavors that had associations as they occurred to me. And since I was enjoying myself, I decided that I would post it when I got home, and offer it as a meme as well.
This was Wednesday morning when I got off work. As for why it's taken until Friday morning to actual be posted, well. << >> That's at the end of the meme. ^^;
The way this will work (if anyone wants to, that is) is you list flavors (or scents) and what they make you think of or feel. You could do just the words, or expand upon why a certain flavor/scent makes you think of those things, or whatever! ^^
Mint - Winter, power, determination.
Caramel - Warmth, heat, sex. Do I even need to try to explain this? Because I don't think so.
Strawberry - Ice cream, laughter, happiness.
Grass (scent) - Summer, children, trees. There is a specific memory here, of looking up at trees during some sort of school event in grade school. Where I really didn't want to be? But it was that dream of going to see the sequoias, someday. Again. And it was just so much more fun to get myself lost under the trees that were plenty big enough to pass for them. At least in my mind, and at that age. And they'd mowed the grass out there for the event, so the smell was everywhere.
Coffee - Energy, dreaming, determination. I suppose because I am so often drinking coffee when I am on the computer working on something.
Tea - Quiet, thoughtfulness, reading poetry. Because I've never been really big on tea, but it was constantly brought in as a reference to poetry in one of my English classes in late high school. And I somehow got this impression that all great poetry writers drank tea whilst composing. << Except for Poe. Poe stuck in my mind because the teacher had us reading this book, and there was an anecdote illustrating how Poe got his work to sound so lyrical - he would read it to himself out loud. Specifically there was mention of an old couple who had rented him space to sleep in their barn, and the wife mentioning overhearing him talking to himself, and finding crumpled up paper later on which were early verses of the Raven. Now I have no idea whether this is historically accurate?
But because of it, I will forever envision Poe as a mad genius living in a barn. Who did not drink stupid tea, because tea would be silly to have in a barn - he would drink coffee, because this would keep him awake enough to prowl madly about the barn composing to himself and frightening the animals late into the night! XD I must have been out of my mind.
And he probably did drink tea. <<
Blueberry - Mist, youth, being sneaky. Being me and my sister sneaking over to the jerk neighbor's yard to steal blueberries off his bushes, because he was a jerk and always accusing us of stealing them. Which we hadn't been! Until he went and called us thieves, at which point delicious blueberries became fair game. ....In retrospect, I think Patricia might have been stealing them? Just because she was the instigator of most things we did, and I just decided whether I wanted to go along with it or not? But even if she had told me she'd already been stealing them, I probably wouldn't have cared, because Mr. Frank was a big meanie fathead, so there! >:ppp
For the record, said Frank is still a jerk.
Oh! And there was a children's series, I think it was called the Boxcar Kids? I forget why they had to run away and ended up living in an abandoned boxcar they found in the woods? But they were living off bread and butter that the eldest bought with the money he earned doing odd chores in town, and the blueberries that the oldest girl found in the woods. << Which, for some odd reason, I thought was the coolest thing... ^^
Chocolate - Sex, writing, happy.
Cinnamon - Holidays, mischief, busy kitchens.
Rain (smell, sound) - Calm, dreaming, sorrow, writing. I want out of this state. Not so much when it is raining, and everything is cool and soothing and might be something out of a dream.
Flower (scent. any/all kinds) - Spring, Easter, tension. ...Nothing gold can stay?
Dried Flower and Leaves - (scent) Fall, nostalgia, close air and the dream of leaving. Even as far as the next room as long as it away.
Lime - Fear in the sense of also being exited, fall, mystery, tension, transitions... I don't eat anything with this much? It's a tart taste, and I think if I ever thought of it before, I just assumed it was because I like lime but I don't like tartness?
Having this on the list, stopping to think about it... once when I was younger, I took this book out of the library. I think it might have been high school, because I remember the librarian giving me a funny look, but then they were always giving me funny looks. If they hadn't been almost my only access to books, I might have hit a couple of them with one. >:/
Anyway. It was about this boy who had been dragged to the Florida Keys on vacation. Dragged, note that - some of his first thoughts on driving in are noticing our weather, which is roughly the same here as in the Keys? I recognized the things he was griping about, the mist (although I thought he was dumb because mist is good) and the flowers and fruits being there at the same time. Everything just seemed more interesting to read him describing it, and yet at the same time it all sucked. Why couldn't they have left him at home in his own house where he wanted to be, instead of dragging him to Florida?
Stupid parents!
And then he found the dog. Which at first he thought was a black fox, and I'm not sure it was ever cleared up exactly what Foxy was? But that's what it's name became. I'm also not sure if he named it, or the girl who was staying in the same campsite as he was and also wanted the dog gave it that name? But I remember that it stuck.
And I don't... they were on vacation, and I'm not sure whether that was what made it hard for him to keep Foxy, or the 'rents just didn't want him to have a dog? And there was the girl, whom he thought sucked (and so did I) mostly because she wanted Foxy and dammit that was his stray of unknown origins who might not be a proper dog! It's all too vague, just ... I remember suspecting there was something magical about it, or something that was going to take the dog away from him - and I do know that something happened. And he was searching in the woods, and it might have been dark. But the overwhelming impression, the one that's stayed with me and got associated with lime? Is of darkness, and searching and mystery. Fall and things changing, and everything being temporary.
Because his parents, in trying to get him to like Florida? Got him his first slice of Key Lime pie. And I, who had never had any either, went and asked my parents what this 'Key Lime pie' was. And was stared at. ...and was eating some of my own by the time I finished the book and was re-reading it. ^^
Foxy, by Helen V. Griffith. Whose name and title I had completely forgotten until I came up with this meme, and which I had to hunt down before posting.
Now, this is what happens when I am having a fit of inspiration while at work - well, in between jotting down various bits and pieces of the insanity that is Yugioh fic. Any Yugioh fic, not just mine that is driving me nuts because we don't have all of the manga in America yet and I hate to try and finish ficcing anything when I haven't finished the series itself. >.< It is headache inducing, having something written that you like and then discovering it won't work with canon. The ideas roaming around in my head are bad enough, but the one time I'd actually written something out and had this happen. ;_; Never. Ever. Again.
I got completely sidetracked there, didn't I? ^^;; Anyway... Trying to ignore the lunatics (= cast of Yugioh) and staring at the candy rack that I was technically supposed to be straightening, I noticed a misplaced mint chocolate bar that was supposed to be on the candy aisle. On the way over there, (because we were that slow) the following thought ran through my head - mint = winter, power, determination.
And then I thought, whaaaat?
And this might have been the end of it if I hadn't noticed the bulk of headspace had done a screech!halt number. Except Gerald, who was doing his little 'I'm not smirking. Physically. I am merely projecting an aura of smirk...' thing, but that's not really related to this. << ^^;; Anyway. I decided to take advantage of the idea since it was shutting everyone up, and started listing down flavors that had associations as they occurred to me. And since I was enjoying myself, I decided that I would post it when I got home, and offer it as a meme as well.
This was Wednesday morning when I got off work. As for why it's taken until Friday morning to actual be posted, well. << >> That's at the end of the meme. ^^;
The way this will work (if anyone wants to, that is) is you list flavors (or scents) and what they make you think of or feel. You could do just the words, or expand upon why a certain flavor/scent makes you think of those things, or whatever! ^^
Mint - Winter, power, determination.
Caramel - Warmth, heat, sex. Do I even need to try to explain this? Because I don't think so.
Strawberry - Ice cream, laughter, happiness.
Grass (scent) - Summer, children, trees. There is a specific memory here, of looking up at trees during some sort of school event in grade school. Where I really didn't want to be? But it was that dream of going to see the sequoias, someday. Again. And it was just so much more fun to get myself lost under the trees that were plenty big enough to pass for them. At least in my mind, and at that age. And they'd mowed the grass out there for the event, so the smell was everywhere.
Coffee - Energy, dreaming, determination. I suppose because I am so often drinking coffee when I am on the computer working on something.
Tea - Quiet, thoughtfulness, reading poetry. Because I've never been really big on tea, but it was constantly brought in as a reference to poetry in one of my English classes in late high school. And I somehow got this impression that all great poetry writers drank tea whilst composing. << Except for Poe. Poe stuck in my mind because the teacher had us reading this book, and there was an anecdote illustrating how Poe got his work to sound so lyrical - he would read it to himself out loud. Specifically there was mention of an old couple who had rented him space to sleep in their barn, and the wife mentioning overhearing him talking to himself, and finding crumpled up paper later on which were early verses of the Raven. Now I have no idea whether this is historically accurate?
But because of it, I will forever envision Poe as a mad genius living in a barn. Who did not drink stupid tea, because tea would be silly to have in a barn - he would drink coffee, because this would keep him awake enough to prowl madly about the barn composing to himself and frightening the animals late into the night! XD I must have been out of my mind.
And he probably did drink tea. <<
Blueberry - Mist, youth, being sneaky. Being me and my sister sneaking over to the jerk neighbor's yard to steal blueberries off his bushes, because he was a jerk and always accusing us of stealing them. Which we hadn't been! Until he went and called us thieves, at which point delicious blueberries became fair game. ....In retrospect, I think Patricia might have been stealing them? Just because she was the instigator of most things we did, and I just decided whether I wanted to go along with it or not? But even if she had told me she'd already been stealing them, I probably wouldn't have cared, because Mr. Frank was a big meanie fathead, so there! >:ppp
For the record, said Frank is still a jerk.
Oh! And there was a children's series, I think it was called the Boxcar Kids? I forget why they had to run away and ended up living in an abandoned boxcar they found in the woods? But they were living off bread and butter that the eldest bought with the money he earned doing odd chores in town, and the blueberries that the oldest girl found in the woods. << Which, for some odd reason, I thought was the coolest thing... ^^
Chocolate - Sex, writing, happy.
Cinnamon - Holidays, mischief, busy kitchens.
Rain (smell, sound) - Calm, dreaming, sorrow, writing. I want out of this state. Not so much when it is raining, and everything is cool and soothing and might be something out of a dream.
Flower (scent. any/all kinds) - Spring, Easter, tension. ...Nothing gold can stay?
Dried Flower and Leaves - (scent) Fall, nostalgia, close air and the dream of leaving. Even as far as the next room as long as it away.
Lime - Fear in the sense of also being exited, fall, mystery, tension, transitions... I don't eat anything with this much? It's a tart taste, and I think if I ever thought of it before, I just assumed it was because I like lime but I don't like tartness?
Having this on the list, stopping to think about it... once when I was younger, I took this book out of the library. I think it might have been high school, because I remember the librarian giving me a funny look, but then they were always giving me funny looks. If they hadn't been almost my only access to books, I might have hit a couple of them with one. >:/
Anyway. It was about this boy who had been dragged to the Florida Keys on vacation. Dragged, note that - some of his first thoughts on driving in are noticing our weather, which is roughly the same here as in the Keys? I recognized the things he was griping about, the mist (although I thought he was dumb because mist is good) and the flowers and fruits being there at the same time. Everything just seemed more interesting to read him describing it, and yet at the same time it all sucked. Why couldn't they have left him at home in his own house where he wanted to be, instead of dragging him to Florida?
Stupid parents!
And then he found the dog. Which at first he thought was a black fox, and I'm not sure it was ever cleared up exactly what Foxy was? But that's what it's name became. I'm also not sure if he named it, or the girl who was staying in the same campsite as he was and also wanted the dog gave it that name? But I remember that it stuck.
And I don't... they were on vacation, and I'm not sure whether that was what made it hard for him to keep Foxy, or the 'rents just didn't want him to have a dog? And there was the girl, whom he thought sucked (and so did I) mostly because she wanted Foxy and dammit that was his stray of unknown origins who might not be a proper dog! It's all too vague, just ... I remember suspecting there was something magical about it, or something that was going to take the dog away from him - and I do know that something happened. And he was searching in the woods, and it might have been dark. But the overwhelming impression, the one that's stayed with me and got associated with lime? Is of darkness, and searching and mystery. Fall and things changing, and everything being temporary.
Because his parents, in trying to get him to like Florida? Got him his first slice of Key Lime pie. And I, who had never had any either, went and asked my parents what this 'Key Lime pie' was. And was stared at. ...and was eating some of my own by the time I finished the book and was re-reading it. ^^
Foxy, by Helen V. Griffith. Whose name and title I had completely forgotten until I came up with this meme, and which I had to hunt down before posting.
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Date: 2005-01-14 08:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-18 11:15 am (UTC)Mmm, Key Lime pie...lemon is a more common 'exotic' flavor for me, perky and wake-up and let's go, go go!--lime is for those pies, and something someone gave us, with all sorts of herbs in it, some mega-healthy herbal tea which was pretty good as long as you didn't look at it while you drank it?^^
actually associate tea and lemon together, more public; or tea and milk, more at-home, rainy day, put on some music and read thing. I can eat chocolate anytime, but there are times I *crave* it; any sort will do then, but usually I prefer dark chocolate. Oranges, kiwis, and mangoes: messy, happy times; discovering you can peel a fruit with a spoon; eating same fruit over the sink or on the porch; figuring out how to angle a knife *just so* to make orange supremes. Peaches go in that category, too^^
Strawberries: summer or spring; joy; fruit salad; family gatherings.
Caramel slides right into pralines/praline sauce for me? My mom had a recipe for a version called Aunt's Candy--2 inches thick, with or without pecans. The pecans are to slow people down, really; it is not meant that man walk around consuming that much sugar and cream (well, evaporated milk) and nnngh^^--caramel apples, so much harder to find around that you end up making them yourself, if you can keep the caramel squares hidden long enough =p
Thunderstorms: Ozone and heaviness in the air. I love it, no idea why? The wind from a storm; the quiet in the eye as a hurricane passes overhead, the birds peeping, the insects testing things, me and some dog of long ago peering through my grandmother's back door...
Seafood cooking: clusters of family lounging all over the place; birthday parties in a huge backyard (the first house I remember; there was room enough for a few oak trees and a massive old rose bush, and more of the same in the yards behind and to the sides of us)--also barbecues, swimming parties, goodness, we spent a lot of time in that yard^^
Coffee: vroom! Energizing, yet relaxing at night; have not gotten the hang of actually eating beans dipped in chocolate--yet. Good times with mom and sister, going to different bakeries and trying out pastries--getting them wrapped up to try at home with coffee brewed for the occasion. Or using baking mix to experiment. Messily^^ (and there's the cinnamon link, there. Also my own milk-and-ginger creation for nausea: cup of milk, heated in microwave, blended with a mix of sugar, a dash of cinnamon and one-fourth teaspoon of ground ginger--they need to be well-mixed, or the ginger and cinnamon will just float on top of the milk--separate cups for that! Wet into dry, slowly! Enjoy. If you want more cinnamon or ginger, adjust for taste--but remember they're actually *hot* spices!)
...my, I seem to have done the meme, haven't I? Never mind the poking, then^^ *moseys off to bed*
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Date: 2005-01-21 12:32 am (UTC)