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Why do we itch, anyway?

I mean, yes. Histamines, and so forth. I'm not precisely sure I understand the mechanism, but *why*? What purpose does it serve? Does it remove some irritant from the skin? Surely pain would do the same thing, without being so terribly *distracting*.

I mean..honestly, I'd rather have a pain somewhere, even a sharp one than an itch I couldn't scratch.

And then we call urges itches. Which I can almost see, the gratification of an urge has all that animal goodness of a really strong itch being scratched. But at the same time, it seems to me that if you call an urge an itch you don't know any more about your urges than you do your itches.

I feel really silly prattling on like this sometimes. I don't have terribly deep things to say. I don't claim to understand anything about what is happening in Iraq except that it's heartbreaking and it's *wrong* and I wish we were *out* of there, and the more I read about it, the more convinced I am that we do more and more harm to our ideals the longer we stay there.

Maybe there are a lot of people out there who disagree with me, and that's fine. That's why there's chocolate and vanilla ice cream, after all. I'd just prefer to keep my arguments over opinions confined to things that people weren't dying over.

I don't know why I picked this picture except that the lady is supposed to represent a kitsune and I really like all the stories of kitsunes I've read so far, including the one in the Tale of Genji about the Lady of the Evening Faces, where Genji thinks his lady friend's been killed by a fox spirit. Poor thing, dying of a broken heart, or who knows? Maybe she died of fright, after that evening in an abandoned temple?

I am really interested in diaries at the moment, and I picked up the diary of Lady Murasaki, translated by Richard Bowring and The Gossamer Years, translated by Edward Seidensticker which is a diary of a lady of the same time period. I'd like to find other diaries of women from other time periods and other countries, and see how they dealt with the day to day details of their lives. Not just the hurricanes and floods and earthquakes, but how they got clothes washed, and what they ate, and the music they listened to.

I have so many things that I have to do today. Work out, and write and clean and scrub the bird's cage, and somewhere in all of this I have to make some bread and get a nap in, so I can meet with the creative writing group. And yet, everything has to stop before it gets started because a favorite song is on the radio, and I get to write in my journal.

Maybe everything's made up, not of huge events, but tiny little moments? Like how ice cream tastes, and a favorite song, and how you feel when you wear a new shirt for the first time, as if you were just a little bit shinier and newer yourself.
  • All good things

    You have deeper things to say than you realize.

    I love how full and organized and satisfying your life sounds. Of course, you may not see it like that, but it sounds like that to me, and it makes me wish I could stay home and be what my roommate liked to call me in college "the Bed-Making Fairie".

    The Bed-Making Fairie does more than just make beds; she cleans house and attends to all things domestic. But in a impish manner, so as not to be what Woolf deplored as a the Angel of the House.

    But that's just me.
  • It's usually the little moments we always remember the most vividly, I think.
  • prattling things

    like myng said: don't stop! i really like what you write. there can be lots of wisdom in prattle, and much nonsense in what the so-called wise people say.

    i have only one suggestion for your reading, and those are Madame de Sevigne's letters to her daughter. they're quite like a diary, and supposed to be literary masterpieces as well.

    That's why there's chocolate and vanilla ice cream, after all.

    and pistachio! god, how i love pistachio ice cream. and yes, life consists of little monets (um moments) like that.
  • Moments

    Have you ever seen the musical "Into the Woods"? There's a great song in there that comments on moments:

    "Just a moment,
    One peculiar passing moment.
    Must it all be either less or more,
    Either plain or grand?
    Is it always 'or'?
    Is it never 'and'?
    That's what woods are for:
    For those moments in the woods...
    Oh, if life were made of moments,
    Even now and then a bad one--!
    But if life were only moments,
    Then you'd never know you had one."

    I've always thought that was one of the wisest things I've ever heard, and I heard that first when I was eight. And like Tamf said: you say wise things, so never stop. =)
  • Moments

    Have you ever seen the musical "Into the Woods"? There's a great song in there that comments on moments:

    "Just a moment,
    One peculiar passing moment.
    Must it all be either less or more,
    Either plain or grand?
    Is it always 'or'?
    Is it never 'and'?
    That's what woods are for:
    For those moments in the woods...
    Oh, if life were made of moments,
    Even now and then a bad one--!
    But if life were only moments,
    Then you'd never know you had one."

    I've always thought that was one of the wisest things I've ever heard, and I heard that first when I was eight. And like Tamf said: you say wise things, so never stop. =)
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