Sounds

The Amtrak station is about two blocks away from our building. Just like people who live near airports, we don't really hear the trains anymore. In fact, when it's too quiet, i tend to miss the sounds of the passing trains. The silence makes me think of my favorite sounds...

-a spoon hitting the bottom of a wooden ice cream bowl

-the Tubular One getting up, fumbling down the stairs to get a drink of water late at night

-the soft keyboard of my old Dell laptop--when in a writing fury, it was like a light tropical
downpour

-inside rickety squeaky taxis

-the first exhalation of a badly needed cigarette (not me though, i've quit...)

-the old ice shave machine at Itsu's in Hawai'i

-playing Galaga on my gameboy...especially the bonus round ditty

-walking on gravel

-someone chewing on crushed ice

-my nephew Ryan's crazy laugh, so hearty and pure. he's four. i hope he always laughs like
that

-the sound of NGN (Nippon Golden Network) TV in the background

-Cappy singing in the shower, making each song her own

-the Paris metro--cellists, rappers, arguments, high heels on concrete, laughter, singing...

-the middle of Lotte World in Seoul, near the ice skating rink

-kids at Onekahakaha beach in Hilo, Hawai'i, where i learned to swim

-Temptation by New Order (re-played a few times on my ipod today...)


That's all for now