>I try to make my local world fair< Is that the one with the space needle? ~~~~
You make me laugh. That's good, btw. I think a real challenge would be to make a sentence you can't make something of.
"my local world fair" is actually closer to what i meant by "familiar", thank you. ("Making my world familiar.") I do like to make my World Fair. Before the last decade, I was pretty much constantly involved in that.
I might start again. I got out and crawled and scooted around it yesterday. Much catching up to do. Imagine about twelve years of catching up.
I wore out the bearings in a new wheelbarrow, I moved so much of my world. I'm happy with that. The blooms ~ my goodness. Fargessi has inflated itself now. It has a mild to sweet fragrance of pink bubblegum. I'll try to sense the other scents that are in with it today. Just for DAR.
Rhododendrons are complex, very complex aromatically; especially in the foliage; the ones with scented foliage. So nice. Rub the leaves; like pleasant bay enriched with exotic, tart, Himalayan chemo-rhythms. Many have a sandalwood scent. Come to think of it, ultra fresh and pure sandalwood is one in the fargessi scent. Sandalwood au naturel is not a scent you get to deepsniff in the Americas much.
I don't think, if I rem right, that vanilla blooms smell like vanilla. But a deep, "intoxicating" scent of fresh sandalwood, is available here. Especially in some of the really large leaf species ~ with giant spear-blade leaves. It smells like dream literature. Magic carpets; scented forests. Say upper India, but not the real one.
When we got off the plane in LA we drove to the Watts Towers, because they are right close to the airport. (The planes are up higher.)
Wowabunga, man. Highly recommended. Well, by me. It was the coolest. They won't let you do that sort of build in your yard thing these days. Assholes. But anyway, it's a super treat. I mean super. One guy built the whole thing his whole life and it is a cathedral if I we and you ever saw one.
It's exulting. Or exalting. Or something like that. One of those.
Explanations there do not say that Simon Rodia stopped in Barcelona on his way here from Italy, but I imagine that he did; and saw the towers of Antonio Gaudi's Sagradia Familia Church. Elegance. Perhaps the greatest tiled and sculpted edifice on our world.
Talk about making your World Fair, Mr Rodia.
There were no armed gang members shooting at us. Driving down the street, Dash says "You know this is the Reginald Denney Street..... This is the corner." Eeek. Dash always knows and recognizes stuff. He's quite a good pilot. But the LA Freeway SCENERY scared even him. It is awful. TOO big. Out of control. Completely out of control, like Hell.
At the Towers there was a friendly kitty. Who probably has several favorite spots in The Towers. Duh. I love it when you get outrageous architecture with good nuggies. This cat did not hate white people. It would take pets from anyone. Well, me.
Think if every person who lived in the world built a World Fair.
Wow.
There wouldn't be very much space, but the spaces would be better.
I really love and admire kookleburras who build stuff. They seem to me to have a right attitude about life. Or complete innocent ignorance. It's interesting that destiny allowed Simon a long life to build and complete the towers. And interesting that he abandoned them when they were complete. Fascinating. If I had been born in his neighborhood, I would have watched him everyday.
Instead, I was born in a nice neighborhood, where they don't allow that stuff. That's okay; you just have to look for exulatation/exaltation in other things than the neighborhood scenery. But still, it wouldn't hurt to have some. And I have the urge.
I've tried to "get away with stuff" here. It isn't easy. People hate Deviance. I'm not talking unsafe, just deviant. Americans. Sheesh. And the only thing that will educate/cure them, is deviance.
Catch 11.
But a space needle and Simon Rodia are really the same thing. |
