Sights, smells, sounds

After a long and indecisive spring, it is most definitely summer.  By way of update, this summer I am living at my grandmother’s house on Amherst Street (just east of Stanford Avenue).  I am working part time as a community garden manager on campus, which thus far includes mostly trying to figure out what the heck I’m supposed to do and getting up early to weed before the heat sets in.

After another year of the familiar white walls, bland wood furniture, and ubiquitous ceiling lights of Stanford dorms, I feast my sense’s at Nana’s house.  My eyes are caught by the butterflies which serve as handles throughout the kitchen, and by the camels of all sizes which louge around the house.  Upstairs in my room, gauzy white curtains billow inwards with the breeze, which carries on it the constant droning of the hundreds of bees which make their home in the attic above the window.  Occasionaly a ventursome bee will slip through a hole in the window screen and fill my room with crazed buzzing while it throws itself tragically at the light bulbs.  If they just stay still for a minute, I catch them and put them outside, but sometimes they wear themselves to small crunchy deaths.

The smells of alcohol and commercial cleaner have been replaced by the sweetness of gardenias and lavender.  I indulge my tastebuds with fresh strawberries, fresh orange juice, and savory black bean chili which Nana and I made, seasoned to deliciousness with cilantro.

Now if only it were 10 degrees cooler and I weren’t so lonely, the summer would be absolutely perfect.  Which brings me to my last point:  I’m around Stanford, I’d enjoy company, and I’m happy to travel by bike or foot to find it.  So drop me a line – I am almost certainly not busy.

Comments 5

  1. crinklebat wrote:

    Sucka, I’m sitting around in my underwear at Hamilton and Middlefield trying not to die of fucking heatstroke. While you are at a decidedly nonoptimal place for the walkies, I think a bike ride should be manageable. Hell, I’d put on my rollerblades and head over, but they’re in the attic and Ed and I are both kind of scared to open it. Also, I haven’t been rollerblading since I was 9, and also I’m not wearing clothes.

    But seriously, give me a call whenever. Sure, the place is the size of a shoebox and smells like limes, but I’m a hop-skip-an’-a-jump from all of University Ave and its myriad delights. Those being hair salons, overpriced food, and a dry cleaner on every goddamn block.

    Posted 21 Jun 2006 at 19:21
  2. spamchang wrote:

    wow, that’s awesome :) wish i could live so close to campus :p dorms are pretty sterile, yeah.

    you’re lucky to have stanford weather! i’m in texas now and it’s blazing :)

    Posted 22 Jun 2006 at 14:46
  3. zero_the_fool wrote:

    Community garden manager? Are you working with Aaron?

    Posted 23 Jun 2006 at 19:16
  4. zaldreon wrote:

    I’ll be in the area this summer, starting in early July. We should gather a group to go to a movie, or Rent, or something similar. Personally, I’ve been interested in seeing Rent ever since I realized so many SGSers like it.

    Posted 26 Jun 2006 at 01:56
  5. wyterabbit wrote:


    Posted 26 Jun 2006 at 09:32

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