Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Can't You Just Hear That Slice of Minx Pie?

Did you hear about this? Or taste it? Because of the neurological phenomenon of synesthesia (or synaesthesia), the sensory apparatus of some people is joined. Synaesthetes taste the sound of words. According to a study by Dr. Julia Simner and Jamie Ward published in the journal Nature, a person with synesthesia might hear the word castanets, and taste tuna. (Cast a net?) They might hear the word John and taste cornbread. They hear mince, and taste mincement. They hear minx, and they taste a [PARENTAL CONTROLS INVOKED]. (Wasn't this the rage with the French poets Rimbaud and Baudelaire?) For one person, road signs flood his mouth with the taste of flavors like pistachio and earwax.

I get that too. When I see an image of Dick Cheney, I get that earwax-navel lint thing in my mouth. Or worse. It's just offal.

When I hear the words saucy knickers, I am treated to the taste of creamy havarti with a tender undercurrent of salty anchovies and a slight suggestion of dill.

You get the picture. It's on the tip of my, um, tongue.

Artie tastes, Artie swallows, Artie chokes.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (I just had to find a way to get in another photo from my available supply, this one from Kylemore Abbey, in the Connemara Mountains.)


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Woozie said...

When I hear the word communism I taste a sub sandwich from Subway, with all the trimmings. History class is like a nightmare in stretch pants.

the laughorist said...

Woozie. Ah! Thanks for your instant gustatory-lexical gratification!

jbwritergirl said...

When I say the word LAPD I can taste a variety of peppers tinged with the taste of metal.

mist1 said...

I could go for some saucy knickers.

Anonymous said...

Words that incite flavors for me.


to name just a few. And that is all I have to say about that.

Later y'all

Glamourpuss said...

Rimbaud and Baudelaire; not sure it was the rage, more the absinthe..

But, Les Fleurs Du Mal is a saucy treasure that would send any synaesthete into a senusal meltdown. Knickers or no knickers.

I love artichokes.


Anonymous said...

love the arti-choke pics...smile

and you most always make me laugh...almost always...grin

and words that i can just taste

sweat - i can taste a hot fudge sunday loaded with whipped cream and cherries on the top

streetcar - i can taste a conny dog loaded with chili and onions

and my fav - the word yes -- i taste creamy, melted buttery carmel corn

ok, i gotta go rest up, now

i'm stuffed!

Anonymous said...

ewwww. What if they hear the word.. uh... I don't know... vomit. ewww. Very interesting theory and I hope it never happens to me!

Anonymous said...

"Good Morning America" and I used to want a scotch on the rocks. (odat)