I love peanut butter. Peanut butter toast and coffee is probably my all-time favorite breakfast. The blended smell of coffee, peanut butter, and a well-oiled Selectric coming up to nominal operating temperature is what gets me up in the mornings. I think we should try to capture that warm, spinning Selectric smell in a bottle and market a cologne and air fresheners. There’s probably even a market for a Selectric-flavored Ramen if R&D can condense the essence into a powder. My guess is that’s what heaven smells like in the mornings. Now I’m hungry. I’ll finish this later.
I’m a semi-retired writer/graphic designer/marketeur but I’d like to be a little less retired soon. Retirement’s overrated but I always knew it would be. I’ve never been bored that I can recall, but it feels like it could happen one day so I’d like to go back to work in some capacity. I got pulled off course there for a while by some strange gravity–must’ve fell asleep or took a wrong turn somewhere a ways back–so I’m currently in the process of starting a new business, if for no other reason than to re-center and concentrate my focus on one endeavor instead of 27, regardless of whatever else is swirling around in the storm. My co-pilot keeps good notes when he’s not sleeping so I can already see where we left the road. Remember your Why & adjust course. There’s no use whining about the ineffective, squeaky windshield wipers now, it’s already raining too hard. I’m Thankful that you can see the lines on the road once in a while. I’ll slow down again and try my best to stay on it. I’ll see if I can add those typewriter-shaped air fresheners to my product line and I’ll keep you posted. They should look good with fuzzy dice on a mirror and smell approximately like 1937, give or take.
There may be a scratch-N-sniff poetry book in the works as well. I don’t know about publishing because historically that’s been Musie’s department (as is musing & editing–multitasking–I know, it’s complicated) but are there any reputable scratch-N-sniff publishers out there any more? They’re beautiful and all but there’s really no need for leather-bound editions if you could do a pleather-bound edition that smells just like leather. Or peanut butter. Or spent shotgun shells. Or racing fuel. Or a fresh mimeograph. Or a persimmon tree in late spring. I’d imagine scratch-N-sniff technology has come a long way since the 70’s so the possibilities must be endless. Now I’m hungry again and it’s about time to feed the cats. They get pesky.