tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post114974506524645171..comments2024-03-18T17:08:18.111-05:00Comments on Fatale Abstraction: phlegmfatalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1150269214689740932006-06-14T02:13:00.000-05:002006-06-14T02:13:00.000-05:00kimmer - ah, mimeo stuff. SWEET! Oh, and Indian ...kimmer - ah, mimeo stuff. SWEET! Oh, and Indian food. Yeah, I get it on the horse manure and arena dirt - you can take the cowgirl out of the country, blah blah blah. It's a pleasant smell - one of those wonderfully predictable smells. It's a state fair and a Ft Worth Stock Show smell, isn't it?phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1150217947651308312006-06-13T11:59:00.000-05:002006-06-13T11:59:00.000-05:00everyone's comments are making me want to run to t...everyone's comments are making me want to run to the indian restaurant down the street and go stick my nose up a gas nozzle...mimeographs had the best smell, I rmemeber it fondly. The smell of a baby is incredible..the new skin smell...and of course peonies, jacobs ladder, the smell of baking chocolate, of air being swept clean with a heavy wind -- early in the morning -- that is an incredible one. Salt water, o my mom's Joy perfume on a warm day, honeysuckle, fish markets in Malta, oh,oh, the perfect smell of horse manure mixed with arena dirt (one of my faves)...ok, I must quit and go to work now ;)Kim Carneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02835737810295355817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149969198440755242006-06-10T14:53:00.000-05:002006-06-10T14:53:00.000-05:00vita - boaty smells, the lake, etc. The smell of ...vita - boaty smells, the lake, etc. The smell of creosote on timbers around the parking area of a lake always reminds me of Shelby Forest in Memphis where we'd go fishing on Sunday afternoons when I was a wee lass.phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149966964984441412006-06-10T14:16:00.000-05:002006-06-10T14:16:00.000-05:00Just gotta bring up those small rental fishing boa...Just gotta bring up those small rental fishing boats and the fumes of the gas and the fuel offal floating around the motor on top of the water with all the rainbow colors.Vitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05648727808256233855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149965179571048502006-06-10T13:46:00.000-05:002006-06-10T13:46:00.000-05:00shpprgrl - yeah, take a nice deep whiff. aaaahhhh,...shpprgrl - yeah, take a nice deep whiff. aaaahhhh, lovely. Oh, and Paste, and what a lovely texture paste had, eh? I'll bet it doesn't smell the same these days? I'll have to pick some up later. Yeah, Barbies DO have their own smell, don't they? Hadn't thought of that.<BR/><BR/>chuck - wow - that was your first exposure to indian cooking? OOOOOHHH, samosas! I LOVES me some samosas. Give me sommoah samosas! Heaven. Wow, you went to school in Pakistan? You must have eaten the most heavenly food! I could eat vegetable Jalfriezi (spelling?) every day of my life, especially if it's heavy on the cauliflower. Divine.<BR/><BR/>fuzzbox - and that's a great saying for a very good reason: it's totally true. <BR/>Not still huffing gas fumes since the old fussbudgets started getting the lead out. Selfish bastards!phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149956168450423942006-06-10T11:16:00.000-05:002006-06-10T11:16:00.000-05:00'Only two things that money can't buy and thats tr...'Only two things that money can't buy and thats true love and homegrown tomatoes.' One of my favorite old ditties.<BR/><BR/>Try to watch it with the gas huffing. That stuff melts brain cells.:P fuzzboxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07704568822288346593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149916434050047702006-06-10T00:13:00.001-05:002006-06-10T00:13:00.001-05:00WHEN I WAS A KID DELIVERING NEWSPAPERS IN THE 1950...WHEN I WAS A KID DELIVERING NEWSPAPERS IN THE 1950'S TO YOUNG, MARRIED FACULTY AT 'POKER FLATS' APARTMENTS AT WILLIAMS COLLEGE...I LOVED THE SMELL OF FRYING ONIONS COMING FROM SEVERAL APARTMENTS IN PARTICULAR.<BR/><BR/>WHEN I WENT TO BAI VIRBAIJI SOPARIWALLA SCHOOL IN KARACHI (PAKISTAN) IN 1956 I LOVED THE SMELL OF SAMOSAS COOKING OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL'S GATE. THE SMELL OF SAMOSAS MEANT 'BREAK' (RECESS) WAS COMING IN 10 OR 15 MINUTES: "YUM."chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16710697712143652055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149916426484749102006-06-10T00:13:00.000-05:002006-06-10T00:13:00.000-05:00I remember the mimeograph smell. I remember all o...I remember the mimeograph smell. I remember all of us dorky kids hoping to get the paper while they were still wet and smelly. We would ALL then hold the paper up to our noses and take a long whiff. I also have fond memories of the smell of paste, barbie dolls, Polo (80's thing!), and Wrigley Spearmint gum.shpprgrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02053479501971644028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149912083320669152006-06-09T23:01:00.000-05:002006-06-09T23:01:00.000-05:00yeah, baby. And when I pickle some baby green tom...yeah, baby. And when I pickle some baby green tomatoes, I'll pass them all around. Yum!phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149909875796958482006-06-09T22:24:00.000-05:002006-06-09T22:24:00.000-05:00Vodka? Did I hear somebody mention vodka?*perks up...Vodka? Did I hear somebody mention vodka?<BR/>*perks up*The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149905759739101312006-06-09T21:15:00.000-05:002006-06-09T21:15:00.000-05:00leazwell- I never was that familiar with Joy parfu...leazwell- I never was that familiar with Joy parfum, so I couldn't say. I will say I never thought Chanel no. 5 smelled very good, but I LOVE Coco. Sweet! I hate when perfumes start going wonky with your chemistry and end up smelling nothing like they did in the bottle. Shame, that pheremone thingy.<BR/><BR/>o.g. - yeah, LOVEd the color of mimeo stuff - I still think of making my business cards like that - only they'd be perfect if they could be scratch'n'sniff. I think if we worked together, we'd get into trouble. That doesn't make you sound crazy- it just sounds like you imprint with smells especially well. :o) Lucky you. Pass the mimeo fluid.<BR/><BR/>Tam - and what GREAT restaurants they have in Belgium, yeah? Avenue Louise. The Grande Place I ended up killing a marvelous afternoon with glorious belgian brews and a queeny hairdresser in a gay bar I happened into just off the Grande Place. Good times! Funny - I was in Brussels in Feb of 1994, too. :o) Diesel fuel in crisply cold air can remind me of 2 places, but it's a fine line which. Chicago and London. Love that smell.phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149905314415816522006-06-09T21:08:00.000-05:002006-06-09T21:08:00.000-05:00mj - wow, do you EVER have a point! I bought some...mj - wow, do you EVER have a point! I bought some home-grown green tomatoes last week on the way home from Canton - GLORIOUS!<BR/>I had a tomato plant volunteer this spring (came up on its own, even though I've never planted them here) and I'm letting it be and watering it occasionally - I'm wondering what kind of tomatoes I'll get. I'm also thinking of getting a cherry tomato plant and starting to pickle some tart little green tomatoes - they are heavenly in a vodka martini. <BR/><BR/>barbara - wow - gas on open sores - that's a new one. I guess he thought no self-respecting germ could live through it! Yes, fresh cut grass and newly mown hay. Heaven.<BR/><BR/>lightning bug's butt - that is very well-put - the heart being directly wired to the nose. Yeah, that gas, I'd like to smell it once more. Ain't gonna happen, though.<BR/><BR/>mj - gas and napalm - YUM! Oh, and I love the smell of Europe in the morning!<BR/><BR/><BR/>lj - damn skippy about the coffee - it smells waaay better than it tastes. Pine trees. Hmmmm... smoke...<BR/>driving out of Yosemite and then into Sequoia a couple years ago, there were wild fires burning here and there around the forests, and the air smelled like burning pinon wood - glorious. Heavenly.phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149895674445256222006-06-09T18:27:00.000-05:002006-06-09T18:27:00.000-05:00Ah, yes... memory from the old factory...I have on...Ah, yes... memory from the old factory...<BR/><BR/>I have one that, oddly enough, reminds me of wandering about Brussels myself; the first old European city I explored alone and on foot. It was high Summer, and I'd come tramping back to my hotel from my wanderings late in the evening, around sunset. There was an Italian restaurant across the street from my digs, and I usually ate there.<BR/><BR/>Now any time I'm out on foot, on a bike, or in the car with the top down, and there's that certain slant of late Summer afternoon light, with the smells of Italian cooking and a whiff of diesel exhaust... BAM! It's like a time machine back to 1994.Tamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07285540310465422476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149890511427451812006-06-09T17:01:00.000-05:002006-06-09T17:01:00.000-05:00I also loved the smell of mimeograph ink. And the...I also loved the smell of mimeograph ink. And the purply-blue color was so pretty.<BR/><BR/>You should come and work with me. I get to sniff ethanol every day. So bad for my brain, but the sweet-sharp scent is tantalizing.<BR/><BR/>Same thing with permanent markers and Elmer's Glue.<BR/><BR/>I think I have a problem...<BR/><BR/>Oh, and sometimes, just by thinking of someone, I can almost smell them, like they were sitting by me.<BR/><BR/>Does this make me sound crazy?Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10402527138728932357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149888390334253652006-06-09T16:26:00.000-05:002006-06-09T16:26:00.000-05:00You and me, PF. I adored the smell of gasoline. An...You and me, PF. I adored the smell of gasoline. <BR/>And even the mention of mimeograph brought the smell back.<BR/>Best smells:<BR/>Coffee<BR/>gasoline<BR/>fresh bread<BR/>pine trees<BR/>healthy dog fur (sorry, can't help it, I like that smell)<BR/>line-dried laundry<BR/>apples<BR/>sweaty little-kid hair<BR/>real lavender<BR/>lemons<BR/>old gym shoes (just kidding)LJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03238060965921536507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149886435007819912006-06-09T15:53:00.000-05:002006-06-09T15:53:00.000-05:00Gas? What about the smell of napalm in the morning...Gas? What about the smell of napalm in the morning?The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149878222965047552006-06-09T13:37:00.000-05:002006-06-09T13:37:00.000-05:00I always loved the smell of gas, too.I always loved the smell of gas, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149878197006618122006-06-09T13:36:00.000-05:002006-06-09T13:36:00.000-05:00The nose has direct wiring to the heart.The nose has direct wiring to the heart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149862193719877982006-06-09T09:09:00.000-05:002006-06-09T09:09:00.000-05:00I used to love the smell of gasoline as well, unti...I used to love the smell of gasoline as well, until my dad decided that putting gasoline on our weeping sores would be a good way of drying up the bad case of poison ivy that we kids had. It worked but in retrospect it likely wasn't too wise.<BR/><BR/>Freshly mowed grass! That smell never goes out of style!Barbara Bruederlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476249934930666695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-1149860129510879822006-06-09T08:35:00.000-05:002006-06-09T08:35:00.000-05:00Remember when store-bought tomatoes smelled fresh ...Remember when store-bought tomatoes smelled fresh off the vine? And tasted fresh off the vine?The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.com