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| <h1 style="padding:10px 0;">Something to Start with</h1>
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| I have had it for over six years now. I first built it to learn the specifics about the web, but it has since morphed into a living archive of my life.
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| I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you'd use one, and only one, whole lemon for the filling. One year I spent Christmas with my friend's family in Portland, Oregon, a place with <span style="color:#8BA560">moss</span>-covered trees and <span style="color:#8BAF5B">tree</span>-lined streets. My friend's mom kept a lemon tree in the living room. She would have liked to plant it in the garden, next to the fig and chicken coup, but the lemon tree — bright and soft and strong in the Southern Californian sun, in different life — curled up in the mist and rain. Its pot became the favorite spot for the house cat, who might have, at some point, misused it as a bathroom. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make the tart in honor of the lemon's existence, and we all said yay.
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| When the friend visited me in Washington, DC, we made limoncello together. We filled a third of a jar with Everclear, suspended six lemons in a cheese cloth and sealed the jar. The theory was that the vapor, arising from the 95% proof spirit, would "squeeze" the good stuff out of the lemons and thus infuse the alcohol. A month later, the clear liquid acquired colors, I was drunk, and the theory was proven right.
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| I listened to a song over and over:
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| I also bought a novel named ''Lemon'', in which the protagonist <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> in love with a lemon. Around the same time I <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> for, less imaginatively, a guy. Nevertheless, I told him about the book. I wish I could say he sent me a basket of lemons or, perhaps, brought me a lemonade, but he broke my heart instead.
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| The old About page of the website quoted Pablo Neruda:
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| <span style="padding-left:60px; font-family:serif;font-style:italic;">which yellow bird fills its nest with lemons</span>?
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| When I learned Spanish years later, I went back to the same poem and read to myself:
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| <span style="padding-left:60px; font-family:serif;font-style:italic;">el pájaro amarillo...el nido de limones...</span>
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| I don't feel the same about <span style="color:#A0C4E2;">lemons now</span>, but I keep the namesake.
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| It reminds me of the stories that I forget from time to time.</blockquote>
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| = Projects in Progress =
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| * [[Jujube/ambacht| Ambacht]]
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| * [[Jujube/su | Su]]
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| * [[Jujube/making| Making (a Camera)]]
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| = Ongoing Research =
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| * [[Jujube/memoir | Memoir]]
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| = General matters =
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| * [[Jujube/copyright-research| copyrights on wiki]]
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