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Sensation Satisfaction 
3rd-Jun-2007 09:08 am
Music
June mornings are wonderful things. Comfortable morning temps, with the windows open and the fresh air playing over my skin. Delicious fresh coffee in my favorite mug. Brian playing selections from the newest vinyl stash. Fresh bacon from the farmers market baking in the oven.

I love relaxed opportunities to appreciate the complexity and sophistication of my senses.

And I am fortunate that Brian understands, and appreciates, indulging in honing our experience in the appreciation of our senses.

Brian and I love music. Our tastes run from jazz to alternative to rock to classical to goth to brit pop. To us, music is an important part of our experience. We could more easily throw away computer and television technology than music. Because we feel so strongly about the music experience, we invested about as much money as most people would in a nice, new car to set up our listening experience. Our equipment is primarily tube to get the rich, dulcet tones that digital equipment squelches. We built a short wall in our living room to properly give the speakers equal wall distance to maximize their potential. We have our big couch situated in the sweet spot. We auditioned speakers for 6 months before buying a set. We made many of our own cables after experimenting to get the best results. These were all labors of love for us. We spend a lot of quality time appreciating the music in our lives. Music isn't something in the background for us, it's something that is in the forefront of our enjoyment.

As most people know about me, I'm a foodie. I love to cook. To me it's a complete sensory experience. I am passionate about combining tastes and textures and aromas. I love the feel of preparing food, from the raw to the finished state. It's more than a hobby, it's more like a drive. I get bored making the same things, so I am constantly trying to change even favorite foods slightly to make them more interesting. kitchenalchemy once remarked that with his culinary background, I still manage to impress him with flavor combinations he wouldn't have considered. gwyrah has asked me if I'd ever consider opening a restaurant. I am most at home in my kitchen. I love the challenge of making something healthy and delicious. Food is necessary in life, and for me it's more than just a means to an end.

I am so amazed by color. Completely fascinated. When someone asks my favorite color, I can't give a simple answer like green or purple. My absolutely most favorite color ever is a transparent olive green that can only be created in glass. When I think of colors I love, they are mostly rich, transparent jewel tones. I have no 'favorite' flat, opaque color. Given a glass that is cobalt blue, or ruby red, and I will find myself transported away from where I stand and into the depth of the color. My favorite color combination is only available here during certain months of the year. It's the lush green of a tree against a cloudless azure sky. Those colors on a sunny day take my breath away. Brian laughs whenever we go to an electronics store, because I will go up to the highest resolution HD TV so close as to almost leave a nose print, trying to understand how those little pixels create such saturated images. We recently got an HD flat screen LCD TV. When we got the new cable box and our 11 HD channels, my heart actually raced when I saw the Planet Earth series on Discovery HD Theater. There was such depth to the picture that I felt I could reach inside the monitor. I am not ashamed that I enjoy watching TV. I can see things there that I might never get a chance to experience. Like travel to certain places that I might not have access to. I'll never climb Everest, but I can see it and get to know it through people who have been there. I can learn so much from the Science channels that nudges me to explore further in books and perhaps my own experimentation. I am not worse for my TV habits. I don't stop living my life for a show, but I do find enrichment from even pop culture. TV helps round out my experience.

I won't go on too much about how I enjoy the sensation of touch. Let me just say that Brian and I must be doing something right, because after being together for 18 years, it just keeps getting better. When we had dinner last week with bunjamin & hannunvaakuna, Ben did something that really moved me. I was outside of their vehicle, leaning in on the passenger side where Ben was, talking to Kate. Ben looked at the scar on my hand and ran his fingers over it briefly. That little gesture meant a heart-full to me. I find that one of the most sensual things for me is to have someone trace the patterns on my tattoos. I do crave touch and can suffer from the lack of it.

Brian and I came home on Friday in Missy, my Mazda Miata. We had the top down and I was enjoying the smells that we were driving through. The flowering trees, pines, freshly mown grass, sweet grass, freshly tilled dirt, water. I am far more sensitive to scents than most. I can dissect scents and combine them in wonderful ways, as I did for years when creating perfumes from pure essential oils. I can recreate natural ingredient scents. I can tell if there is a synthetic scent in a perfume or lotion. I can tell through smell if an infection is present. I find my self transported in memory with certain scents. I also have the ability to shut off most of my sense of smell when I'm in a place where I am overwhelmed with unwelcome scents. Such as a mall full of people. I don't like smelling strangers. It's one of the downfalls of having a sense I'm so tuned into. A scent will also stick with me far longer than most.

I take inventory of my senses quite often and appreciate all that I have. This is my form of living in the Now.

Speaking of truly awesome, sensational things...Happy Birthday peculiaire and Belated Happy Birthday to als_wonderland
Comments 
3rd-Jun-2007 04:10 pm (UTC)
Next time I come out, I want to listen to some vinyl. I still have a few favorite records (the ones that survived the leaking roof), but I imagine they are in pretty bad shape. :( One of my favorites was Inna-gadda-davida. :)

Baking bacon? Please share?
5th-Jun-2007 01:49 am (UTC)
I'm always willing to share our delicious hotel style bacon we get from the farmers market.

We can listen to vinyl only if Brian is here. I won't touch that damn thing because the cartridge needle is over $600 to replace, but he says he'd LOVE to play vinyl for you.

I miss you. We need to hang out before you go gallivanting about the country.
8th-Jun-2007 01:46 pm (UTC)
Wow, 600 for a needle --- that must be amazing to listen to. :)

We'll have to plan a day with Brian. :)
5th-Jun-2007 12:26 am (UTC)
5th-Jun-2007 12:29 am (UTC)
Wait, wait, wait.

Let me see if I've got this right.

You can BAKE bacon?!
5th-Jun-2007 01:46 am (UTC)
Oh good heavens, YES!!! It's bloody brilliant and low mess.

Start the oven preheating to 375.
Cover a cookie tin (the kind with shallow sides) with tin foil.
Place the bacon on the foil
Put it in the oven (doesn't matter if it's fully preheated yet)
Let it bake 15 minutes
Turn the bacon over
Cook another 5 to 10 minutes to desired doneness

Once we figured this out, we won't go back to cooking it in a pan. It's always flat and whether you like it really crispy or chewy, it's very easy to control.

If you keep the bacon grease for cooking other things, pour it before it cools completely. If you don't, let it cool until it's not liquid, and roll up the tin foil. If you didn't nick the tin foil, clean up is a cinch!

5th-Jun-2007 01:51 am (UTC)
Oh. Dear. Gods.

I -must- try this out.
10th-Jun-2007 09:11 pm (UTC)
OH MY GOD IS THIS GOOD.

And easy to clean up.

And the bacon actually seems to drip a lot less grease onto a paper towel. Is it possible that more of the fat is getting cooked out during baking?
7th-Jun-2007 01:34 pm (UTC)
Wow, thanks for sharing! (Not the bacon part, though, mmmm... But the sensory appreciation moments.)
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