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i love the way the mind works. i love how the internet is the perfect playground for the mind. i'm sitting here in my loft in west oakland, at the trailing edge of a long day. an early morning hike with a game, world-traveling woman. work. home. and from outside, the sound of the mourning dove travels through the opening in my skylight, cracked to vent the day's heat which finds little resistance from the two-by-eights that make the roof. and so i know this sound, and i love this sound, this plaintive wail of this aptly named bird. my mind then enjoins my hands to find this sound digitized. i do. the university of michigan's museum of zoology has a well-crafted site with sounds and images, and i'm chasing the rabbit, or in this case the dove, down the hole yet again. cicadas, reminding me of my midwestern childhood, cooper's hawks reminding me of this morning, and scores of frogs reminding me of everything, all here. pictures words sounds. next i have the thought i've had before, many times: i should strike out and capture my own library of sounds. a few simple keystrokes find endless advice about what i need to do just that. and on and on. sounds and smells and shifts in weather set the mind in motion yet again.
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