Most importantly, this is not a food blog I just have a lot of hobbies.
I’m Emily. I can’t smell, it’s called Anosmia. Most people have no idea such a condition exists but I was born without a sense of smell so I have no idea what I’m missing. It’s genetic! My mom can’t smell and my maternal grandfather couldn’t either.
Mostly I wonder about roses and decay, and I worry something will catch fire and I will not notice until I see the flames, sometimes that actually happens.
People tell me that if I can’t smell I must not be able to taste, those people are crazy; I have impeccable taste.
I’m from San Francisco and I moved to Portland, Oregon over 15 years ago. I claim the sidewalk-less streets of North Carolina and the desert sand of Superstition, Arizona as the places I have lost and gained the greatest parts of myself.
I’m a constant fan of samarya yoga, bao, kale, uni (sea urchin), basketball, sumo deadlifts, and poetry; not necessarily in that order but sometimes all at once.
By day I’m a technical project manager for a financial software development firm, lucky to spend my days among the brightest and funniest nerds I’ve ever crossed.
The pictures on this web corner are taken by me and you may use any of the pictures for whatever you wish.
You can probably contact me – emilysusankeith at gmail dot com.
“Maybe God did us a favor and limited our sense of smell to make life in those shitholes just a little bit more bearable.” –Hallgrímur Helgason, 101 Reykjavík
“Anything that comes out of the South is going to be called grotesque by the northern reader, unless it is grotesque, in which case it is going to be called realistic.”
― Flannery O’Connor