Farty Cologne and the Beauty of Life....

I can't say that I have much to say today. Well, anything important that is. But the thing about writing is that once you start, it's pretty hard to stop. I find myself constantly walking around Portland, conjuring up ideas and lines that seem blog-appropriate. So maybe today, I'll just share some of these thoughts. 

The first being one of disdain. I have to admit, if there is one thing I cannot stand, it is the smell of farty cologne. You know what I'm talking about. Some guy walks past you and you sniff long enough to singe your nose hairs with that $2 cologne he picked up in the dollar store. (What a deal!). In combination with this cheap cologne, there is an after taste (yes, it does seem as though you can taste it) of a lingering fart. Disgusting. Anyway, I was reminded of this pet peeve of mine while I was sitting on the MAX, heading to school. A business man gets on and chooses the seat next to me. He sits down and BAM. Farty cologne. So consequently, you're forced to hold your breath for as long as you can until dude decides you've suffered enough. End rant. 

The next thing I thought of today was how often we ignore the simple pleasures of life. I was reminded of this link: https://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/notes/soulspring-empowerment-groups-for-women/perception/490185142959 

I was walking my dog in Couch Park (pronounced like Cooch for those of you who are not familiar... "What a nice COOCH you have! where did you get that fancy COOCH?? Ikea??" Ha, and I digress. My apologies.) Anyway, there I am, walking my dog in the park and I hear a man playing a flute. What caused me to remember that lovely post --about how often we oversee beautiful things in life because we are merely too obsessed with staying in our head all the time-- was that no one was really paying him any attention. Then, there was the dog. This big black lab slowly starts walking up to the man, as if he were enchanted. And he sits. And then he slowly creeps forward. And then sits again. Curiously absorbing the notes. It was as if he was noticing a beautiful melody that no one else could hear. It was fascinating to me. And so it seems to hold true; only children and animals in this world can spare a brief moment to truly enjoy what life gives: beauty.