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    For me, music is a huge trigger.  If I hear a particular piece of music, chances are it will take me to a very specific moment in time.

    So-called sense memories in general do that for me.  Asparagus piss smell takes me to my swinger as a baby.  Tar takes me to Josephine Street.  Seeing ivy reminds me of monarch butterflies.  Bread smells remind me of Ole's Bakery; coffee smells of downtown Tiburon.  The sound of tennis balls puts me back in whites as a teenager.  Seeing a cardinal puts me in a summer morning in Nauvoo.  

    When it comes to music, Verklarkte Nacht puts me in bed, listening to Radio Nederland, from Hilversum Holland.  Walton has me playing with my lead soldiers.  Carly Simon's You're So Vain reminds me of necking with Sarah A. in the summer of 1976.  Pink Floyd's Great Gig in the Sky reminds me of the first time I got stoned.  Blessed Be the Ties That Binds puts me on stage as Simon Stimson.

    From birthdays today, Thoreau reminds me of chatting with the gift shop lady at the Alcott home the weekend before 9/11, at which time I realized my family might have ties to Concord.  Andrew Wyeth reminds me of looking across the road from a section of Longwood Gardens to a farmhouse on a hill.   Pablo Neruda reminds me of my dear friend Tracey, whom I came across on OKCupid because she wrote her profile in Pig Latin, and whom, had I been 20 years younger, childless and on the other coast, I would have wooed instead of befriending.

    It was an emotional day and night yesterday.  Started out with a FB reminder of a friend's birthday.  Except that Melissa died last year.  I had fun at the raffle and silent auction fundraiser I mentioned yesterday.  Bought a lot of tickets for the more than a dozen cakes up for raffle, and told my friend Jack's fiance that, if I won, the cakes should be taken over the the local LGBTQ community center (I couldn't stay for the drawing and, after all, I am a diabetic).  Went to my old AA home group, since I was in the neighborhood.  A formerly very dear friend celebrated her 7th sober anniversary last night.  It was a bittersweet feeling.  Bitter bocause we are now still mostly estranged, sweet because I have known her from the first day, and feel privileged to have watched her journey.

    Happy birthday to Anton Arensky:

    Ancora Impara--Michelangelo

    by aravir on Fri Jul 12, 2013 at 08:08:58 AM PDT

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