12 Jun 2007
In the Red
I couldn't think of what to blog about, so I decided to take a stroll to the market to pick up a few dinner items. I figured I'd get inspired somewhere along the way.
I meandered a bit before I headed for the meat counter. Steak was on the menu, and the butcher boys were fairly unoccupied at that moment—it was a good place to start.
Cute butcher #1 looked up from the meat he was carving and smiled. "Give me a second and I'm all yours."
I smiled back. "Thanks."
"Well, I'm be ninety-five percent yours," he said as he slipped the tray of meat into the case. "Five percent always belongs to my mom."
Cute butcher #2 slapped the ground beef another customer ordered onto the scale. "No, your mom is mine for that five percent."
I grinned at CB #1. "That was funny."
"He's learning to loosen up." He glanced at my T-shirt. "Red's a good color for you."
I glanced down at my Emily the Strange "The Brainiac: A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste" shirt. And it hit me. I hadn't done a color in ages—today I should blog about red. So...
These are a few of Kate's Favorite Red Things: A Short List
My sheepsie blanket. A red blanket with rows of white sheep and one black one at the bottom. Called "sheepsie" because that was what my sister called sheep when she was a toddler.
Fruit! Raspberries, strawberries, cherries, tomatoes... I eat cherry tomatoes like most people eat candy. I guess there are worse vices.
Wine! Bordeaux, malbec, temparnillo, pinot noir... I guess this is one of those worse vices.
My red Acme laptop case. Very stylish—I feel like a grownup when I'm carrying it.
If I had a pair of red boots I'd love them too. I know I would.
05 Dec 2006
Lime
The color of your eyes
pale ardor
not knowing the darkness of passion.Like a wedge straddling a drink
You
straddling our relationship
too afraid to fall in
unwilling to fall off.The plush velvet couch
cradling me in silent comfort
offering a soft shoulder to cry on.The silk coat
stolen
walking down the street with its new owner
oblivious that it once was mine.The color of jealousy
lackluster and weak
of a love that once was
but is no more.
I was going to write about the color of my snot but I decided this poem was less disgusting. It's a toss up, really, I guess. However, I'd like to reassure you that my snot is, in fact, lime colored—only the color of a lime that's been sitting around for a couple weeks. At first, I thought it was my brain oozing out (which would explain how spacey I feel) but Nate says it's just mucous gone awry.
Since you can't see my snot, you'll have to come up with your own impressions of the color. Get to it.
And Kate reaches for another Kleenex...
21 Nov 2006
Deep Blue Nothing
When I think of blue, the first thing that comes to mind is the phrase I've got the blues.
In French, if you have the blues you say j'ai le cafard. Translated very literally, it means I have the cockroach. Why is it in French you have cockroaches when you're sad but in English you're feeling blue? Wouldn't having cockroaches be infinitely more depressing than just having blues?
So why blue? There must be something blue that is the essence of sadness.
In Search of Melancholy: A List of Blue Things
Water.
Eh. First of all, water isn't really blue, except maybe the Mediterranean Sea. Most of the time, it's just murky. Or grayish green. And according to Zoolander, wetness is the essence of beauty. Beauty can be poignant, but I don't think it can be sad.Blueberries.
Blueberries are excellent for you, so why would that be saddening? Nate would argue that all blue foods make one happy, but he loves to eat anything blue. Which is just unnatural. (That's a blog post in itself.)Nate's eyes.
But they make me very happy.Jeans.
Hmm... I might be on to something here. Ever put on a pair of jeans that fit a week ago but they're too tight over your thighs now? Yep, definitely depressing.
Just something to think about as you gorge yourselves on turkey. Which is the least appetizing bird there is, by the way.
