24 Feb 08
I sit on my sofa, laptop resting on a cushion. I look out of the window of my country cottage living room. I see a neighbours cottage, built in the local rustic brickwork, same as mine. I see the narrow quiet road which leads down to the church. Horses have left their deposits, but it adds to the country charm.
It got dark around an hour ago, and it is mild for the time of year, about 10 degrees (45 F). It has rained a little, and there is a breeze. The streetlights on the distant main road cast a light orange shadow.
A beef joint roasts in the oven.
What fills your senses from where you sit?
24 Feb 08
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Originally posted by PolicestateI am sitting in a room different from the one you are in now. I am recording the sound of my speaking voice and I am going to play it back into the room again and again until the resonant frequencies of the room reinforce themselves so that any semblance of my speech with perhaps the exception of rhythm, is destroyed. What you will hear, then, are the natural resonant frequencies of the room articulated by speech. I regard this activity not so much as a demonstration of a physical fact, but more as a way to smooth out any irregularities my speech might have
I sit on my sofa, laptop resting on a cushion. I look out of the window of my country cottage living room. I see a neighbours cottage, built in the local rustic brickwork, same as mine. I see the narrow quiet road which leads down to the church. Horses have left their deposits, but it adds to the country charm.
It got dark around an hour ago, and it is ...[text shortened]... ht orange shadow.
A beef joint roasts in the oven.
What fills your senses from where you sit?
24 Feb 08
Sitting in a bathrobe in my messy room in Los Angeles. Smoking some green from a little teeny bubbler. Outside the window it's been sprinkling but fairly bright out. My window looks directly at the neighbors' windows which is awkward. They have nice birds though which sing beautifully in the morning. I need to get some curtains.
24 Feb 08
Originally posted by PolicestateI have my pc on a desk in my living room. The window is on my right and looks out over my garden then a quiet road. On the other side of the road is a small park that was created on a piece of land in the curved face of an old mineral quarry. It's lovely to watch the seasons change their colours, and the wild deer and foxes that come down from among the trees early in the morning. It has been a good place to live. 🙂
I sit on my sofa, laptop resting on a cushion. I look out of the window of my country cottage living room. I see a neighbours cottage, built in the local rustic brickwork, same as mine. I see the narrow quiet road which leads down to the church. Horses have left their deposits, but it adds to the country charm.
It got dark around an hour ago, and it is ...[text shortened]... ht orange shadow.
A beef joint roasts in the oven.
What fills your senses from where you sit?
24 Feb 08
Originally posted by PolicestateWhere you live seems very nice.
I sit on my sofa, laptop resting on a cushion. I look out of the window of my country cottage living room. I see a neighbours cottage, built in the local rustic brickwork, same as mine. I see the narrow quiet road which leads down to the church. Horses have left their deposits, but it adds to the country charm.
It got dark around an hour ago, and it is ...[text shortened]... ht orange shadow.
A beef joint roasts in the oven.
What fills your senses from where you sit?
As for myself I sit upon my sofa with the laptop on my laptop.
The gray light from outside floods through the window and bounces off the shiny hardwood floors.
I stare at the floor and the light pulls me in and makes me think of childhood.
My 4 month old baby girl squeals at the television which
shakes me from my trance.
I get up to put her pacifier back in her mouth and she smiles at me.
The view out the window isn't much...another condo building in Los Angeles.
Neighbors are nice though. Two black lesbians that are rising stars in the world of abstract artwork.
I live a few miles from the ocean and not too far from Hollywood.
There's an antique trunk that was on a pirate ship a couple hundred years ago.
It sits next to the brick fireplace and speaks to me.
There was just something about it so I had to buy it.
24 Feb 08
Originally posted by PolicestateVery nice. I thnk the British countryside, notwithstanding the weather, is among the best in the world. I live in Trinidad where the weather is a constant 85F+ or - 10 all year. Vegetation is the same all over... lots of coconut trees and dense tropical forests. Its a kind of boring environment at times. So Im here in my house with the AC on full blast and blinds over curtain to keep out the bright sunlight.
I sit on my sofa, laptop resting on a cushion. I look out of the window of my country cottage living room. I see a neighbours cottage, built in the local rustic brickwork, same as mine. I see the narrow quiet road which leads down to the church. Horses have left their deposits, but it adds to the country charm.
It got dark around an hour ago, and it is ...[text shortened]... ht orange shadow.
A beef joint roasts in the oven.
What fills your senses from where you sit?
24 Feb 08
Originally posted by ThinkOfOneThat's as good a way as any to spend an evening I guess.
I am sitting in a room different from the one you are in now. I am recording the sound of my speaking voice and I am going to play it back into the room again and again until the resonant frequencies of the room reinforce themselves so that any semblance of my speech with perhaps the exception of rhythm, is destroyed. What you will hear, then, are the nat ...[text shortened]... tion of a physical fact, but more as a way to smooth out any irregularities my speech might have