March 1, 2011 by jessperriam
I’m instating (as opposed to reinstating) a little thing called Top 5 Tuesday. This is because I like lists and I like alliteration. Also there are loads of little things that aren’t worthy of a post in and of themselves but I’m determined to fit them into something.
This week I’m going to tell you things that will never ever lose their novelty factor for me.
You know the white bits that stream out from the back of planes as they take off? Eastern Australians and Europeans and Americans, don’t roll your eyes at the fact that I had to describe what a contrail was.
If you live in Western Australia you rarely if ever see contrails because the atmosphere is too warm and dry there. So the criss-crossing patterns that planes make as they pootle across the sky absolutely captivate me. Watching contrails form made hanging out my laundry in Orange bearable, perhaps even entertaining. Just this evening, I was craning my neck out the window of the Oxford Rd Starbucks to see a plane make a contrail. Love them.
2. The gush of air as a train pulls into a platform.
For maximum effect, it should be an underground station with all the related underground smells. There’s that distinct novelty factor that you’re just about to go somewhere, whether it’s back home after a long day or somewhere exciting and new.
3. Non-corporate mail
I arrived home this evening to find a postcard on the table. A streetscape of Stalin Boulevard in Tirana live and direct from 1987. There’s something about handwriting and stamps from exotic locations that will never ever get old.
This is also my opportunity to thank everyone who has sent letters, books, short stories, aerogrammes (thanks Granma!) and postcards from the US, Australia, Canada, Bali and now Albania. Your letterbox (mail slot?) love makes me smile.
4. The sounds of Market Street
I must take my field recorder with me sometime this week to record some of the great sounds I hear walking in the Manchester city centre. The toot of the trams, the yelling of the fruit vendor, the latin bands, one man bands, the solitary chap playing a recorder. Manchester makes my ears happy. Especially when the fruit vendor yells, “Blueberries only a pound!” in his very Northern accent.
5. The top level of double decker buses
Last night I sat on the front seat of the top deck of the bus heading down Oxford Road. It feels as though you’re gliding through the treetops. I’ll never get sick of that sensation.
What will never lose its novelty value for you? Is it as lame as contrails? I’d understand if it was…