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Daily Prompt: Musical Marker

We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014? —

This summer, I have been taking 10 credits worth of linguistics classes from the Summer Institute of Linguistics (SIL) at UND, so most of my time has been spent either in class, doing homework, or straight up sleeping. I’m serious. I sleep a lot, and I’m still tired. Sleep deprivation is a problem, y’all.

So when I’m listening to music these days, it’s mostly stuff without words, like film scores, solo piano, some dubstep, some electronica, some house music. That kind of stuff doesn’t quite stick in the mind grapes* like catchy pop tunes or, frankly, anything with lyrics.

However. When I am very dedicatedly procrastinating on my homework because I can only take so much–I’m not academically infallible, believe it or not, haha–I have been listening to a lot of unsigned artists, as per my MO. I like my hipstery music… that is only hipstery because it’s self-produced and nobody’s ever heard of it, not because it sucks and is obscure. lol (Oh, sorry, was that offensive? My bad.) For example, I’ve been listening to a lot of Lily Allen (not unsigned or independent, no), Abandoning Sunday and Chase Holfelder’s “Carolina Summer” is kind of my jam right now. haha.

Unfortunately what seems most true for me is that the songs that ever really throw me back are the ones that resonate with a particular depression cycle. Which. You know. Kinda sucks. It would be nice to hear music and be flooded with good memories instead of depression. Oh well, I guess. I didn’t get to pick the cards I was handed; I just have to play them.

*one of my friends from my first college uses the phrase “mind grapes” to refer to his memory outstanding. and although I used to think he was one of the weirdest people I know, I grew up. Now I recognize his uniqueness and individuality, but it’s endearing instead of just “weird”. I rather miss seeing him regularly. I am very pleased to report that he is actually several states away in law school, and I am very proud of him for his accomplishments. I’m just not really impressed with that “several states away” business. It was hard enough to see him when he was only across the state.

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Daily Prompt: Nosey Delights

From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting. What’s yours? –

I grew up in farm country, so the smells that immediately comfort me are a little off the beaten path. Freshly cut alfalfa just about tops the list, to be honest. The smell of dirt after the rain–and I do realize that wet dirt is, in fact, mud.

Also, while I certainly won’t say that I enjoy the smell of sweat/BO, I will admit that I don’t find it as offensive as many other people do. The reason for this is that my dad raised cattle for many years, and particularly during calving, they don’t like the smell of not-natural human–i.e. cologne or deodorant. So my dad just never wore it. While a lot of people think that’s gross, it really never was. He’d go out and work all day, sweat plenty, whatever, and then at the end of the day he’d shower and wash it all off. Sure, he got a bit fragrant sometimes, but it was just the nature of his job. You spend 14 hours in the sun in a tractor driving in circles without air conditioning and tell me just how pretty you smell. So even though BO may not necessarily be “comforting” it’s not offensive. I mean… it’s almost comforting. It just reminds me of my dad. And that’s not nearly as disgusting as you may think it sounds.

I’m also particularly fond of the smell of freshly cut grass–even though it sends my hayfever into a frenzy. Freshly baked bread is right up there with comforting smells, too. And–here’s my fat kid admission–there is literally nothing that smells better than browning butter. My God, that smell -could drag me downstairs from my bedroom as a teen just to see what was on the stove. “Just butter,” Mom said. I learned to stop protesting.

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Daily Prompt: Frame of Mind

If you could paint your current mood onto a canvas, what would that painting look like? What would it depict? —

As my mood is currently not the greatest, I imagine that the canvas would be a lot of dark colors with virulent, chaotic splash patterns across it in colors which do not work well together. Yet through it all, I think that there would need to be this undertone of acceptance, perhaps a dusting of a shimmer powders in amorphous cloud shapes which would represent the ease of my romantic relationship and understanding of my self.

But conveyed would be a sense of uncertainty, of anxiety, of depression and longing, frustration and helplessness. And yet somehow, I feel like there would be some level of control to the chaos, because even though all of these things are transpiring in a perpetual background, they only occasionally visit the foreground of my life and what I maintain on a normal basis is a logical progression of reason.