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= Something to Start with =
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If you type ''lemony.space'' in your browser, you will get to a website.


I have had it for over six years now. The domain name was at first ''goodlemons.com'', but I changed it when I found out ".space" cost only a fraction of ".com."
<blockquote style="width:50%; color: #565656; font-size:22px;">If you type <span style="color:#F4CA1F;">lemony.space</span> in your browser, you will get to a website.


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. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make that tart in honor of the  lemon's existence, and we all agreed.  
I have had it for over six years now. At first the domain name was goodlemons.com, but I changed it when I found out [dot]space cost only a fraction of [dot]com.


I also bought a novel named ''Lemon'', in which the protagonist fell in love with a lemon, about which I told a guy I fell for.
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:#8BAF5B">moss-covered trees and tree-lined streets</span>. 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 that tart in honor of the  lemon's existence, and we all agreed.
 
I also bought a novel named ''Lemon'', in which the protagonist <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> in love with a lemon, about which I told a guy I <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> for.


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 wish I could say he sent me a basket of lemons or, perhaps, brought me a lemonade, but he broke my heart instead.


The "about" page of the website back then quoted Pablo Neruda, ''which yellow bird fills its nest with lemons''?
The old about page of the website quoted Pablo Neruda:
 
<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 would still repeat:


When I learned Spanish years later, I would still repeat: ''el pájaro amarillo...el nido de limones...''
<span style="padding-left:60px; font-family:serif;font-style:italic;">el pájaro amarillo...el nido de limones...</span>


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.
I don't feel the same about <span style="color:#A0C4E2;">lemons now</span>, but I keep the namesake. It reminds me of stories that I forget from time to time.</blockquote>


= Projects in Progress =
= Projects in Progress =

Revision as of 20:42, 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. At first the domain name was goodlemons.com, but 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. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make that tart in honor of the lemon's existence, and we all agreed.

I also bought a novel named Lemon, in which the protagonist fell in love with a lemon, about which I told a guy I fell for.

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 would still repeat:

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.

Projects in Progress

Ongoing Research

General matters