today someone delivered my groceries and their car must have had one of those dangling trees. the smell in the plastic bags just about knocked me over.
reminds me of the 80s when women sprayed themselves quite heavily with Giorgio perfume.
Oh, those trees. I think they used to be the tell-tale sign that a car belonged to a smoker, of something.
When I went to get another box of bags, I was surprised to see several varieties of smell — citrus, pine, “fresh,” along with the one we bought by accident, mint (for rodent control!). I don’t think they were there a couple of weeks ago. Unscented bags were outnumbered. We may end up buying them in giant rolls at the home and farm store.
“Orange Crate Art” is a song by Van Dyke Parks and the title of a 1995 album by Van Dyke Parks and Brian Wilson. “Orange Crate Art” is for me one of the great American songs: “Orange crate art was a place to start.”
Don’t look for premiums or coupons, as the cost of the thoughts blended in ORANGE CRATE ART pro- hibits the use of them.
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Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.
Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
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i can't stand fragrances added to anything!!!
today someone delivered my groceries and their car must have had one of those dangling trees. the smell in the plastic bags just about knocked me over.
reminds me of the 80s when women sprayed themselves quite heavily with Giorgio perfume.
kirsten
Oh, those trees. I think they used to be the tell-tale sign that a car belonged to a smoker, of something.
When I went to get another box of bags, I was surprised to see several varieties of smell — citrus, pine, “fresh,” along with the one we bought by accident, mint (for rodent control!). I don’t think they were there a couple of weeks ago. Unscented bags were outnumbered. We may end up buying them in giant rolls at the home and farm store.
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