Stridulation

I think I am going to stop wearing makeup again. I can’t seem to decide. The whole process is just time consuming. Well, really only ten minutes, but still annoying. I think, what is the point? As long as I am taking care of myself, why should I put on makeup? If all women stopped trying to look so perfect, it would make it a lot easier for the rest of us that don’t feel like going to all the trouble.

I get so frustrated with the world sometimes. I certainly adore it and never want to leave it. That’s right, I want to live forever. But, I feel like focus is on all the wrong things. I turn on the TV and I think, what the F is this? And so then I just turn it back off. But then I feel so out of the loop. And then I think, what loop? I don’t want to go in circles like everyone else.

I think I got quite a few mosquito bites on my hike today. My neck is all itchy. Dammit.

Anyway, the best sounds in the world: The train when it sounds its whistle at night and I can hear it in the distance. Thunderstorms. Looooove thunderstorms! And lightining! Except I realize that is not exactly a sound. Crickets. Ah, the crickets. They are so loud outside my window. Like a marching freaking band. Loud as shit. Except a marching band really isn’t a very enjoyable noise and crickets certainly are. I guess that wasn’t a good analogy. But fuck, they are so loud right now, and I wanted to get this point across.

I read that crickets are rubbing one wing against the comb-like edge of their other wing. Some of the frequencies of their sounds mean different things, but the loudest ones are mating calls. I think I have a lot of crickets enjoying themselves tonight.

So back to the best sounds in the world, there are also the best smells in the world. Grass after it is cut, an obvious one. The smell of dirt and worms after it rains really hard. The smell of people cooking dinner when you go on a night run, and you smell different meals coming from different houses. Oh, a really good one, the smell of someone you are in love with when you are laying next to them. And not their perfume or deodorant or cologne, that gives me a horrible sore throat. I mean their real smell. Sometimes I think there is something to that. Maybe we end up with people we like the smell of. Hmmm….that would be an interesting study.

Ok, I'm back to the crickets, they are off the hook! What the hell is going on out there?