Smells and Bells

I signed up to take this class in order to fulfill a connection (with nutrition), something that the administration of our college is moving to phase out or perhaps alter significantly. And while I found some connections to be a stretch, looking at the catalogue of what was possible, I thought most were solid. However I'm still pissed at the school for not letting me connect a class about the religion of Judaism and a class on the history of Jews in Europe, seemed like a layup, but I digress. I'm still glad I took the class. While I can't promise I'll retain all the content, I do feel like I learned a decent amount about my peers in the class. People sharing anecdotes about memories brought on by smells and sounds, it reminded me about how interesting people can be and what the human mind can do. Also I had fun during the banquet, making a pizza, for a live audience, wearing a shirt saying "Pizza's got your back", but sadly theres nothing on the back o...

Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, baby Can't you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made? Now, I'm gonna love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I... -- The Doors While I typically find The Doors an early  emo/ punk/grunge band, this was one of the few songs that really stood out and meant something,  because  otherwise, as my dad would say "sounds like The Doors". The lyrics are sexual and a  little dark, but damn if the song didn't have fun slamming them through your stereo or headphones. It's a song that sticks well these days, where people are either having sex marathons or are very touch starved.  "Can't you see that I am not afraid," might hit the hardest, where people are tempted to break quarantine for human contact and connection, because even i...

In my free time, which will soon increase exponentially, I have been writing a comic. I have reached the stage where I have found an artist, so now I have someone who actively thinks about the comic, besides my future fans. And it's been very interesting Thankfully I found the artist through the internet, he lives in Egypt, so while there's been some culture shock, like when I had to explain to him what the suburbs were (and frankly I don't know if I did that good a job). For the most part, he understands my vision well. There is one blatant exception to that. It was infuriating, it debate went on for hours, It made me feel alive, it drove me mad, and it regarded what some might call a minor detail: the color of the protagonist's eyes While we decided the comic would be black and white, there would be some exception to that, regarding the main character, who is so powerful he partially breaks the rules of how we've chosen to format the whole thing. The protagoni...

With resources and boredom comes the opportunity to experiment and hone a craft, I have decided that would be breakfast, because I've already mastered the grill. During the week, not that time or days of the week really means anything anymore, my mom has work calls all day, my sister depression binges Hulu, and my dad hasn't made breakfast for the family in years, so I've taken to making myself breakfast again, something I typically reserve for summers, or weekends when I'm alone. Here is how my breakfast has evolved My mom's shopping addiction, which is clearly hereditary, and also my dad has one too, focus mainly on clothing and food, so our fridge is stuffed, I would make myself kitchen sink eggs, hoping to reuse the previous night's meat and veg. This could be chickpeas and lamb in an omelet, or mash potatoes and chicken and kale. Regardless of the combos, I felt a sense of accomplishment, the food was good and I was fixing a storage problem that my pa...

In typical times, I would be quietly laughing at the idea of a sixth sense being anything other than instinct, or perhaps your brain subtly combining your senses to tell you something a singular sense couldn't arrive to the conclusion of, such as "Hey you're about to be in danger" etc. But these are not normal times, for first time in a long time, everyone in the world is thinking similar thoughts, being in similar situations, facing the same problems. Perhaps the last time people felt close to this was the rebuking sting of 2016, when waves of conservatives and troublesome figures took power all around the world. This might be the first time we've felt dread and stress that has eclipsed that... sigh The pessimist in me wonders how little will change once the crisis ends, the pessimist in me also points out that the crisis will have to end before you can really make those kinds of guesses However, for the first time a a really long time, maybe since world wa...