five senses friday: at work

happy friday!
these are some of my own fall film favorites, from that walk to work i told you about. today i'm going to participate in this week's five senses friday, hosted by abby. i happen to be at work right now and though i don't normally post at work, i have a half an hour of down time, so here we go...

five senses of this moment, right now:

*taste: coffee, slightly sweetened

*touch: the fresh spines of new books and the soggy, warm spines of old books.

*hear: the world's greatest reader, nancy pearl, asking thoughtful questions (i'm overseeing the filming of book lust!). she has such a distinct voice.

*smell: the residual of my wonderful soap on my hands, it's called "sea berry"

*see: people browsing in stacks and rows of books, bright, blinding studio lights of the seattle channel, filming book lust in our bookstore.

have a great day!

Five Senses Friday II

Walking to and from the bus yesterday, I took the time to think about Friday's project. Thanks, again, to Abby for inspiring it.

the sounds of the bus:

other people's conversations, growling up a hill, brakes squeaking, the stop cord dinging, the doors opening and the cars going by outside

the feel of wind on my face, walking sown a steep hill

mmm, the taste of really good coffee

the sight of so many new things growing
the smell of thyme and parmesan in this dough (come back for the recipe next wednesday!)***
it's been so beautiful out around here: the wind, the air, the plants! i hope everyone is enjoying their surroundings, too.

Five Senses Friday

This is fun! Abby, who I mentioned last Friday, has reinstated Five Senses Friday. A day to break down what you are seeing, feeling, tasting, hearing and touching.

Here it goes:

hear
Neko Case's new album, in anticipation for her June show.
she is the centrifuge that throws the spies from the sun

Little birdies chirping when I walk out the door in the morning.

Isabel Allende's voice in my head as I read Portrait in Sepia.

taste
Jam-filled Hamantashen

The new restaurant at Third Place

sight
New plants budding and poking their heads out of the soil

Mountains at a distance from east and west

touch
Crisp air on my face when I walk

Cold toes on the floor in the morning

smell
Air filled with a mix of the many restaurants in the U. District

Home cooked meals