Sunday, November 6, 2011
Rambling: NaNoWriMo, Perfume, and the Conversational Kevin Bacon Game
Though that's nothing special about NaNoWriMo - almost any subject, when expanded and expanded and expanded again, seems to eventually support almost any amount of musing.
Look at perfume, for example, and all of our perfume blogs. The first discussion of perfume is, of course, about the scent itself. And that can lead to discussions of scent in general, and how scent is an aid to memory, and how scent seems to have a direct link to our emotions. And it seems that quite often, perfume lovers are also pretty strongly attached to food and flavors, which makes sense, since most of flavor is about scent.
Of course, that could lead to a discussion of the official four tastes -- sweet, sour, bitter, salty. And that can lead to the controversy over the fifth taste, umami, the taste of savory/meaty flavors, and whether that taste actually exists. Umami has, I think, been recognized for a long time in Japan (and perhaps in other areas; I'm just aware of Japan because it's a Japanese word), and that can lead to a discussion of the points where absolute "it's a fact!" beliefs vary between cultures.
And that reminds me of a story about Temple Grandin in A User's Guide to the Brain. As I recall it, in spite of the absolute assertion that certain mental circuits must be developed in childhood and that therefore certain skills absolutely cannot be learned in adulthood, she trained herself to deal with "personal space" by approaching supermarket automatic doors.
This is beginning to feel like the Kevin Bacon game - how many levels away from the original subject (perfume, in this case) are allowed before I can no longer claim that the topic is inspired by that original subject?
And 2 Broke Girls, the rare show that acknowledges the existence of working poverty in the United States, could carry us through an far, far longer conversational path than this post could begin to support, or even outline.
Dropping back to makeup and beauty products, there's the fact that I'm starting to see distinct pillow-face lines in the mirror in the morning, lines that make me consider whether I ought to investigate whether all those skin potions actually make a bit of difference. And, going further, they're evidence that I am indeed aging, and that's another conversational path that can lead to infinity.
You see? I've barely begun.
Oh, and am I counting this post toward my NaNoWriMo word count? Of course I am.
1st Image: Wikimedia Commons.
2nd Image: By Ed Uthman. Wikimedia Commons.