Scents

(written by Sarah:)

Me: Why do I look so ugly this morning?
Boy: Probably because the internet is out.
Me: It’s like the mirror to my soul has gone dark.

The latest step in my apparently inexorable policy shift from “I must do everything myself” to “I should let others to do things for me”: I’ve switched from hosting my own Gallery to letting Flickr host all my photos. Advantages: absolutely amazing interface - both from the human side and the API side, metadata capabilities up the wazoo, and unlimited storage that they’re responsible for backing up. And it’s cheap, too.

My neighbor is operating some sort of power tool that sounds exactly like my doorbell. This disturbs me on two levels. One: I keep thinking the doorbell is ringing. Two … I have a doorbell that sounds like some sort of power tool.

(written by Sarah:)

Produced extemporaneously, in bed, by Boy, and reproduced here for your listening [imagining] pleasure:

Wheeeeeeen aaaaaa
grating hits another at an oblique angle
that’s a moiré�!

Wheeeeeeen yooooou’re
eating sushi and you taste unagi
that’s a moray!

Wheeeeeeen yooooou’re
in Canada and they run out of ham
there’s no more, eh?