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= What I do with these words is to set the intention to slow down. So please, take a moment and have a slow start with me. = | = What I do with these words is to set the intention to slow down. So please, take a moment and have a slow start with me. = | ||
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When I learned Spanish years later, I went back to the same poem and read to myself: | 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... | <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. | I don't feel the same about <span style="color:#A0C4E2;">lemons now</span>, but I keep the namesake. | ||
It reminds me of the stories that I forget from time to time. | It reminds me of the stories that I forget from time to time. | ||
= In Progress = | = In Progress = | ||
=== [[Jujube/methods | Methods (Wednesdays with Steve)]] === | |||
=== [[Jujube/making| Making (a Camera)]] === | |||
=== [[Jujube/ambacht| Ambacht]] === | === [[Jujube/ambacht| Ambacht]] === | ||
=== [[Jujube/su | Su]] === | === [[Jujube/su | Su]] === | ||
=== [[Jujube/pixels| Pixels and Perception]] === | === [[Jujube/pixels| Pixels and Perception]] === | ||
= Ongoing Research = | = Ongoing Research = | ||
Revision as of 17:38, 20 September 2018
What I do with these words is to set the intention to slow down. So please, take a moment and have a slow start with me.
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.
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 moss-covered trees and tree-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 under the Sicilian sun, in a different life — curled up in the Northwestern mist. 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.
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 infuse the alcohol.
A month later, the clear liquid acquired colors, I was drunk, and the theory was proven right.
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.
I listened to a song over and over because somewhere in the lyrics, he sings: lemons.
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 the stories that I forget from time to time.