Irony

Always interesting to notice certain smells.  Sitting at the computer, today I've smelled boiled eggs, something like a steamy yolk that welled up and proceeded to wake me up.  Later in the day, I smelled poorly cooked chili, probably because it came from the microwave.  To be honest, it didn't really smell bad, just like poorly cooked macaroni and cheese.  Chili shouldn't smell that way.  Now it's late, and the smells I've smelled remind me somewhat of my time as a child.  When I was receiving confirmation as a child, I remember the distinct incense smell.  Being marked like that is rather indicative of our time perhaps.  Here in the room I smell the stink of ritual everywhere, but we all come to adore them.  Or perhaps not adore, but accept.  We come to need them in order to process a social situation.  The ritual of marking territory with the smells of one's virtual self, with one's persona.  The blog is the world's virtual pissing post, and that's the irony of this post--and every other.

With that, good night, and good luck.