Months upon months ago, some buddies and I went for lunch or something, and ended up walking through the various stores on this very bohemian part of town. While they looked at jewellery and clothes, I found myself picking up a pamphlet on beeswax candles. Ever since then, I've wanted a beeswax candle. It was only recently, having gotten my room back and wanting to light candles, that I actually got one.
Beeswax is amazing!
Most obviously, I love the honey smell in my room. Also, I like playing with fire and burning my fingertips; and I do feel different. Maybe it's the negative ions sticking to the positive ions and falling to the ground, cleaning my air. I'm not sure. It feels very inspirational--I mean, for a candle.
I got these Pheylonian Phloat'rs from a gift shop. I was upset they didn't have any pillars, but these are nice, too. I have one floating in a rice bowl right now.
At the advice from a shopkeeper, I looked in the phone book for "Religious Goods", because they often carry beeswax candles in all shapes and sizes! This one place has three inch diameter pillars, which is what I'll probably get in March (when I have money to spare).
Also interesting from Pheylonian is bee pollen. I just might try that out when I have money!
That's all for now. I'm trying to finish up "Stip Calc" version 2c. Sigh.
--Charissa
I practice talking sometimes.
It's a little funny that way: I've worked over the air before, but I have such little confidence in my voice. I stutter. My lips or teeth or jaw have always felt awkward, and I'd even seen a speech therapist when I was young. The braces didn't help, and the full implications of "JAW SURGERY" hit me all at once about a month before it was supposed to happen. I'm also first-generation Canadian, and my parents have never been great with English. I don't know if that's why I took to music and drawing and literature and Math so eagerly.
I've always had a thing for expression, for communication. Anyone who knows me will also know I have a crush on Math for that very reason--among others.
I love that, in Math, any aspect of life or any thought can be modeled using these strange symbols and even stranger rules, both of which can be taught to anyone; ideas can be communicated, proven, or disproven, and even improved upon by any number of people also seeking to find the most perfect expressions.
It's a whole community devoted to perfect universal truths.
... Hehe!
It's a little funny that way: I've worked over the air before, but I have such little confidence in my voice. I stutter. My lips or teeth or jaw have always felt awkward, and I'd even seen a speech therapist when I was young. The braces didn't help, and the full implications of "JAW SURGERY" hit me all at once about a month before it was supposed to happen. I'm also first-generation Canadian, and my parents have never been great with English. I don't know if that's why I took to music and drawing and literature and Math so eagerly.
I've always had a thing for expression, for communication. Anyone who knows me will also know I have a crush on Math for that very reason--among others.
I love that, in Math, any aspect of life or any thought can be modeled using these strange symbols and even stranger rules, both of which can be taught to anyone; ideas can be communicated, proven, or disproven, and even improved upon by any number of people also seeking to find the most perfect expressions.
It's a whole community devoted to perfect universal truths.
... Hehe!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Beeswax
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