Posted On Monday, September 17th, 2007 By Re
When I lived in Alaska and my insomnia was keeping me awake through odd hours of the night, I would go on walks. Well, depending on the season. Middle of winter with -20*F with or with out wind chill factor would almost always cancel out my walk down the road. Every night that the Aurora Borealis would be out was always a reason to freeze because during those moments of staring at the sky, everything else fades around you and you do not notice your skin going numb, the harsh air stinging your lungs, and your eyes burn from the dry air. Whatever season it was though, I almost never had to worry about darkness. In the summer it would never get that dark during the time I would walk and in the winter the moon would light up the crystallized snow enough to guide my way with out a flashlight.
In Alaska I never had to worry about people. There was typically no one out that late at night and I hardly would walk far enough towards houses anyway. And if there were people out, most likely I would know them anyway. So my fear of being mugged or raped Continue Reading
Posted On Thursday, September 6th, 2007 By Re
For as far as I can remember, I have never liked fruits. I love the smell and taste of almost all of them but it is the texture that I can not handle. Apples are too crunchy and hurt my teeth. And, I believe I have some post-traumatic-apple-eating-tooth-falling-out disorder from one of the times my mom gave me apple slices to help one of my baby teeth fall out. Bananas are the only fruit I have ever been able to fully eat with out any time of wrinkly my face and squirming. Though, I can only eat 1/4 to 1/2 of the banana before I get full. There are wild strawberries growing in the yard at the house in Alaska. I tried to eat them on occasion. After biting into them and the texture bugging my mouth, I would remember why I did not eat them all the time. The one berry I lovelovelove is the Watermelon Berry or Twisted Stalk. (stolen image link from him with out permission.) And apparantly they only grow in Alaska or probably parts of Canada. They are fucking amazing and I was so sad to find lots of the plants with only green berries. Continue Reading
Posted On Saturday, September 1st, 2007 By Re
I opened the window directly behind our sofa earlier this afternoon and caught a big whiff of the shrub (which I do not know the name of but it is the type people carve designs with like Edward Scissor-Hands) in the hot breeze. My mind brought me back to the scene of my grandparent’s house in Southern California. The green shrub does not grow in Alaska and the first time I smelled the aroma was there. I thought of when I would in-line skates, true Rollerblades before any other company started creating their own version, through their driveway, to the back porch and back. Skate up the hill on the street to their old shop and fly down the cement stairs whilst carefully maneuvering to either side in a hard turn or I would end up smashing into the house. A few times I would tumble, bruising my wrists and knees. Occasionally I would smash into the sidewall of the house which would puncture tiny cement filled holes in the palms of my hands. I can not remember the name of the type of wall paneling they had but it is that typical stucco stuff you see in most of Continue Reading