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July 26, 2019
Happy Chilling, Fellow Thermal Entities,

Perhaps inspired by the Smellophone, 7/12 of readers responded to last week's Floss Fri with a Fave Fromage, which is yet another medium for the conveyance of aromas across the oceans.

Don’t worry, we’re not going into cheese descriptions. (You could always go with "smelly.") (Or Cheesy, if "Smelly" is too cheesy.)

The dogs weighed in and were able to convey (through a nicely aged gouda) a certain way of being in the world. They call it Smellosophy, an unknown precursor to the Smellophone.

It boils down to this: dogs have a better attitude than certain unnamed "superior beings" because they can smell time rather than counting it, or boxing it up in units of itself, or monetizing it for chrissakes, as if time were money. Oy! Instead of that nonsense (not to mention memorizing when dead people did stuff) dogs simply and purely smell time. Smell takes the long view. Dogs smell the history of the world, one possum at a time. They smell stuff that we’ll never comprehend.

Which begs the question: Smellosophically, would you rather see through the air or smell through it? Olfactorially, the fact is that air packs a ton more smell than nothing, which is what it looks like. Inhale your medium. Your life might be 7/12 over.
What air smells like in certain areas.
(Partial graphic representation.)
Fizzdom Friday: from our collection of favorite quotes.
"Colors are the deeds and sufferings of light." – Goethe

Other News: Last week’s heat wave lofted the "What It Really Feels Like" guy straight to his thermal therapist. He sobbed, "When the mercury hits one hundred degrees, who cares what it feels like?" He plunged into an existential crisis. Sprawled on his therapist's couch under a damp sheet in a darkened room, Feels Like Guy decided to find a new gig with lots of job security: Sign Changing Guy.
Therapist Job Security
Fictionary Friday: Words You Need. Whether you know it or not.
Interestiink (in terr ess tink) Noun:  A bad smell you can’t get enough of.
In a sentence:  Feels Like Guy plunged deeper into the Valley of Despair because the heat wave made his limburger sandwich too interestink to eat, and brought to mind possum-like aromas in which dogs love to roll.

Wikipedia Friday Favorite:
In honor of the intersection of curiosity and logarithmically expanding human knowledge, we offer a favorite obscure Wikipedia page. This week: A break from the pattern, which is why god made patterns.

We appreciate the obvious on Wikipedia as well as the obscure, in part because the obvious contains the obscure, which is certainly the case with Buddy Holly. He inspired the Beatles and Robert Zimmerman. And he was just twenty-two when he died. More than 7/12 of people alive now are even older.

Friday Fluff:
In other good news, a lot of weight was found this week. It was lost. Now it’s back. Whew!

Write if you (do) or (do not) smell time.

Smellosophically Yours,
Jonathan
www.jonathanmarcus.org

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