All About the Senses

I'm happy to say that the dead dog odor pervading my neighborhood the past few days has miraculously disappeared. It makes it a lot easier to walk to work. I'll tell you that. I don't know what it is. We live in an area near "Butchertown" where I guess they used to have a slaughterhouse. It hasn't been active for years, though. So, why in God's name are we STILL smelling dead animal? Ugh. It really makes you want to rethink eating meat. Actually, I think Scott and I might try a little experiment with cutting out meat and see where it leaves us. We'll eat meat when we get the urge and we'll eat it at restaurants, but I want to see how much money it saves us. I'm just really into eating locally right now and it's so expensive to do with meat. More on that later, I suppose.

The past few days I haven't been listening to music on my way to work. I remember when I first got my ipod, I listened to it constantly. It provided this fabulous soundtrack to my world. And I still love it. The quiet is nice, though. I've had some really good ideas on my walks to work. Some I can't remember later, and some I decide against, but I feel more clearheaded. I'm giving my brain a chance to wake up in the morning and giving it a chance to wind down after work in the evening. Stephen King walks an hour and a half to two hours a day. He said it's where he sorts things out with his characters and plots. It's his main source of inspiration. Now, I can't say that I've had any amazing ideas writing wise, but i've had some good ones life wise. It just feels good. And if I'm boring myself, there's always the world to look at. On campus, there are tons of squirrels and watching their unconscious dealings with the world is fascinating. They're SO focused and sppppppppeeeeeeee there on to something else that they seem just as intent on. People are another good thing to watch. When you've got your headphones on, that's just one more barrier....

Alright. I'll finish this post tomorrow. I'm off work now and it's time for me to mosey out of here.