2018 marks a big year for me on multiple fronts. The first and most obvious is that I will be celebrating my 40th birthday on August 22. I share this birthday with Mr. James Corden (we are birthday twins – both born August 22, 1978). I’m hoping for an epic birthday extravaganza, but I’ll save that for another blog post. Continue reading “2018: A Trinity of Celebrations”
I like to think that everything in the universe is imbued with some form of consciousness. Whether a living creature, a plant, an inanimate object, or even smells. Smells are a marvelous thing. They are the equivalent to a time machine. They link us to specific places, specific times. All it takes is a small whiff of that particular aroma to propel you back to that memory.
I find that the aromas that trigger me the most commonly are the ones related to Disney World. (Surprise, I know!) Working in the downtown core, I often will find myself transported back to that magical land simply because of a passing bus. Suddenly, I find myself standing outside of Pop Century, just waiting to get on the next shuttle to one of the parks.
It does not work on command though. No matter how intently I go somewhere trying to trigger these memories, it won’t happen. This is why I think smells have some consciousness to them. I seem to find myself getting transported at those moments when I need a little escape. It’s like the universe is trying to say “Hey, you’re seeming to be a little stressed, overwhelmed. How about I help you take a moment of happiness and bliss.”
Thank you universe. You take care of me so incredibly well.
So, happy reader, what is your Delorean?
If there is one thing that I can say about myself is that I am an observer. I am always watching, listening, observing everything around me. I tend to notice things that other people don’t. Over the years, I have always delighted in picking up snippets of conversation of people that I pass by and wondering where the conversation was going or where it started. Am I alone in doing this?
Occasionally, these little moments of conversation will spur on an idea or catch me in such a way that I need to jot them down. Who knows when you might find the perfect reason to use them? I’ve started keeping a list of pieces of dialogue, ideas, characters, etc. with a hope that I can someday use some of them.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve had three specific snippets of conversation that have stuck with me. The first was by a 4-5 year old kid who said to another child “ça va faire mal à la butt-crack, Nicholas!” It struck me as so funny at in the moment. While I know what the context of the dialogue was, I’d rather leave it unspecified here and let you make up your own scenario.
The second was a day or two ago, walking through our building while at work. “Just let me touch your butt.” That was it. And they were gone.
The most recent happened today, again at work when I overheard someone utter the phrase “It never fails – every time someone gets up to ask you a question, you’re picking your nose.”
I don’t know that I’ll ever really need or have the opportunity to use these pieces of dialogue in anything I write, but I like to think that by sharing them with you all, you’ll at least imagine a scenario where these bits and bobs were being used.
I hope this note finds you well. As you know, our joint birthday is quickly approaching. I suppose you wouldn’t know that though, since you don’t know that August 22, 1978 is also my birthday! Continue reading “Dearest James”
Some might find the statement harsh, but I am a failure.
Continue reading “Failure”