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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. The domain name was once goodlemons.com. I changed it when I found out [dot]space cost only a fraction of [dot]com. | 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. The domain name was once goodlemons.com. I changed it when I found out [dot]space cost only a fraction of [dot]com. | ||
I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you 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 because it didn't like all the rain out there. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make | I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you 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 because it didn't like all the rain out there. Its pot became the favorite spot for the house cat, who might have, at some point, mistaken the pot for his 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. | ||
When the same 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 the vapor arising from the 95% proof spirit would "squeeze" the good stuff out of the lemons, which would then infuse the rest of the alcohol. A month later, the lemons passed their color to the liquid. I was drunk, and the theory was proven right. | |||
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. | 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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<span style="padding-left:60px; font-family:serif;font-style:italic;">which yellow bird fills its nest with lemons</span>? | <span style="padding-left:60px; font-family:serif;font-style:italic;">which yellow bird fills its nest with lemons</span>? | ||
When I learned Spanish years later, I | When I learned Spanish years later, I went back to the same poem and read to myself: | ||
<span style="padding-left:60px; font-family:serif;font-style:italic;">el pájaro amarillo...el nido de limones...</span> | <span style="padding-left:60px; font-family:serif;font-style:italic;">el pájaro amarillo...el nido de limones...</span> | ||
Revision as of 22:59, 18 September 2018
Something to Start with
If you type lemony.space in your browser, you will get to a website.
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. The domain name was once goodlemons.com. I changed it when I found out [dot]space cost only a fraction of [dot]com.
I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you 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 moss-covered trees and tree-lined streets. My friend's mom kept a lemon tree in the living room because it didn't like all the rain out there. Its pot became the favorite spot for the house cat, who might have, at some point, mistaken the pot for his 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.
When the same 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 the vapor arising from the 95% proof spirit would "squeeze" the good stuff out of the lemons, which would then infuse the rest of the alcohol. A month later, the lemons passed their color to the liquid. I was drunk, and the theory was proven right.
I listened to a song over and over:
I also bought a novel named Lemon, in which the protagonist fell in love with a lemon. Around the same time I fell 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.
The old About page of the website quoted Pablo Neruda:
which yellow bird fills its nest with lemons?
When I learned Spanish years later, I went back to the same poem and read to myself:
el pájaro amarillo...el nido de limones...
I don't feel the same about lemons now, but I keep the namesake. It reminds me of stories that I forget from time to time.