Centres of olefactory excellence...

It's just started raining here, and I can smell the concrete outside soaking and cooling down. One of my favourite smells :) I posted a while back about having a more kinesthetic representational system than I originally thought, and I guess the heightened sense of smell ties in with that. I'd go and research it, but it really isn't a big enough deal to get between me and the other things I have in my brain for today.

My sense of smell is ridiculous, sometimes. Strong enough to cycle 100m behind someone and notice that they're wearing the same body spray as a guy at work, or to sense the peanuts that someone ate several hours ago, even after a couple of beers :) It's overpowering at times - you can't ignore a smell - but it's potency means that I have smell memories that I can summon up and enjoy whenever I want. If I really like someone, I could just sit and smell them for hours and be completely happy :)

I guess that I'm dwelling on smell because the book I'm reading reminds me of Perfume (Patrick Suskind). One of my favourite books, and Gould's Book of Fish has a similar leaning towards the intense sensory stimuli of the unpleasant. 17th century Paris, New Zealand prisons. The detail is often overwheming.

The weekend in 10 bullet points:

• Got my backlog of photos cleared and online. All the navigation icons are fucked, so sorry about that. I'll fix them soon :)
  
• I am so glad that Father's Day is come, gone and done with. It made me realise how much I really am not over some things in my life. And it's just gross commercialism.
  
• There were people preaching in Broadmead. And they didn't come and hassle me with leaflets, so I couldn't argue with them :(
  
• Finally got an idea sorted for my Homer essay, which means I can write the plan. OK, anyone know how to write an essay plan? I've never done it before...
  
• My Homer essay has nudged me into finally reading "Ulysses". Which is good on many levels - someone very cool is the only person I know to have read it, so that's a good excuse to pick their brains. And maybe encourage them to wear their James Joyce t-shirt more :)
  
• Cleaned the car up and sorted out the oil leak (hopefully).
  
• Got my head straight, kicked my ideals back into operation, and made my peace with those I love. Was surprised at which things I felt bad about.
  
• Watched a cool film, and it made me realise how much my clarity, my balance and my deep respect for those I love matters to me.
  
• Wrote up nearly all my various snippets of wibbling, and set up a proper writing folder and everything.
  
• Made an "unmissable" list for Toronto.
  

And just to crank it up to 11 - Eels. Eels, Eels, Eels.

*nods wisely in the face of madness*