--- mia ortlieb <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > As a child, I used to be somewhat of a tomboy, and I > played outside in the > trees, fields, and parks alot. (then I grew up and > discovered insects, yuk!) > I remember having intensely humid, hot summers > sometimes here in Wisconsin, > and I remember laying on the ground level with the > grass and actually seeing > the grass sizzle and steam under the heat.. it did > sort of make a "hissing" > sound to me. It may have just been my wild > imagination, or perhaps it is > along the lines of "hearing the humming in the wires > in the walls".....which > I used to hear, as well.
and Catherine wrote: > You're not the only one, Mia. I swear to God, between > the heat and the bugs and stuff just growing, that > summer lawns do hiss. And I hear humming in the walls > too (now that could be tinnitus, or schizophrenia, but > I think not - wires do hum.) being myself an urbanite but countrylover, I agree with you at the factual hissings and hummings of material (that's why it's *no* schizophrenia, uf, relieving, LOL) things in summer... on certain quiet nights one almost audibily feels the celestial vault, the heavens above... If it shoulld be the beginning of *real* age of aquarius (as you find, I've been listening "Hair" after sodomy's lost thread) no doubt the strongest, the more terrifical (no more helicopters, no more gun mach.s) sound that *all-of-we" could hear: the drums of "Slouching towards Bethlehem" Yeah! yours: Emiliano from Galicia NP again and again and again "Slouching towards Bethlehem" (at last I've got NRH!!!)
