Magnolia Blossoms
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morrigirlOne thing I like about living so far north is once the trains pass 125th Street strangers start talking to each other. Last night on the 5 I had a nice conversation with this very sweet middle aged fellow who noticed how tired I was looking. He told me he was the owner of a caribbean restaurant in Morris Park and was on his way home from work. He had a friendly smile, and we spoke about working late into the evening until I got off at Pelham.
Night before last I noticed an unusual smell while walking the four blocks to my apartment. It was a strong floral scent, very familiar, comforting even. "Is that the smell of magnolia blossoms?" I thought. Then I shook my head, "Naw. There aren't any magnolias in this part of the country." But lo and behold, when I made the same walk yesterday in the sunlight I discovered, yes, there are magnolias in this part of the country. I spotted six blossoming trees within the four blocks between my house and the 5 stop. I love the smell of magnolias, it's my very favorite. Since leaving Knox I've missed the two magnolia trees at the mouth of the quads. Getting a whiff of them on the way to or from class always made me feel relaxed. Because of that I associate the scent with home and love. You always know it's spring when the magnolias blossom. My trail to the train this morning was punctuated with them. The smell is so strong, you can detect it half a block away. It's marvelous. I'm so glad to have them.
Since I haven't felt much like writing, I've spent the last couple nights transferring entries from my old SCN journal into my livejournal. It's tedious and time consuming, the perfect activity with which to kill time. Damn has it been painful. Not because the process is boring, or because it brings up bad memories, but because the entries are just so awful! They're poorly written and incredibly whiney. I read these things thinking "Oh. My. God. I can't believe I was that vapid." Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I'm still vapid, inarticulate, and whiney, but DAMN, I used ot be so much worse. Back in 2002 I was writing like a high schooler, entries complete with smiley faces and overabundance of exclamation points. No wonder people are a fraid to keep public journals, looking back on that shit I'm ashamed to have written it let alone subjected other people to it. But, it's my past and I feel the need to preserve it. I decided to transfer the entries after discovering that some of the material I had save on SCN had been deleted after they updated the site. I'm about half way through February 2002. The journal stops in August 2003. 40 entries down, 546 to go. It's gonna be a long...
It's just gonna be long.
Night before last I noticed an unusual smell while walking the four blocks to my apartment. It was a strong floral scent, very familiar, comforting even. "Is that the smell of magnolia blossoms?" I thought. Then I shook my head, "Naw. There aren't any magnolias in this part of the country." But lo and behold, when I made the same walk yesterday in the sunlight I discovered, yes, there are magnolias in this part of the country. I spotted six blossoming trees within the four blocks between my house and the 5 stop. I love the smell of magnolias, it's my very favorite. Since leaving Knox I've missed the two magnolia trees at the mouth of the quads. Getting a whiff of them on the way to or from class always made me feel relaxed. Because of that I associate the scent with home and love. You always know it's spring when the magnolias blossom. My trail to the train this morning was punctuated with them. The smell is so strong, you can detect it half a block away. It's marvelous. I'm so glad to have them.
Since I haven't felt much like writing, I've spent the last couple nights transferring entries from my old SCN journal into my livejournal. It's tedious and time consuming, the perfect activity with which to kill time. Damn has it been painful. Not because the process is boring, or because it brings up bad memories, but because the entries are just so awful! They're poorly written and incredibly whiney. I read these things thinking "Oh. My. God. I can't believe I was that vapid." Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I'm still vapid, inarticulate, and whiney, but DAMN, I used ot be so much worse. Back in 2002 I was writing like a high schooler, entries complete with smiley faces and overabundance of exclamation points. No wonder people are a fraid to keep public journals, looking back on that shit I'm ashamed to have written it let alone subjected other people to it. But, it's my past and I feel the need to preserve it. I decided to transfer the entries after discovering that some of the material I had save on SCN had been deleted after they updated the site. I'm about half way through February 2002. The journal stops in August 2003. 40 entries down, 546 to go. It's gonna be a long...
It's just gonna be long.
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