orange argo Nearly impossible not to like a person wearing orange. I spent too much time with one and grew hungrier and hungrier. 011218 ... cube orange is the trendy colour lately. trendy colours have a way of dying out just when i get used to them - ergo, i'll stick with basic blacks ... 011218 ... nemo orange... jason wears orange, he says it makes him happy the cute boy i cannot have was wearing orange today too only people i cannot have look awesome in orange 011218 ... psychobabe orange is a friggin awesome color. I'm all for the black, blue, white and red but damn orange just seems to make people happy i think 011227 ... moocow i hate orange clothing.. it's just so.. bright and.. orange, damnit! ah well. so much for expressing myself. 020708 ... een stomme kind national colour of holland. on public holidays, its cool. this big sea of people in orange t-shirts. i think its cool. 030108 ... Lime Rider yeah. it's just the drunken idiots that bother me sometimes. Orange is cool. combine purple and orange: a little too hectic for the eyes. orange + black works well. 030108 ... pilgrim The Color of Prison Jump Suits. Makes you stand out in a Crowd Easy Target for the Man Run Jack Run Run Run Run 030109 ... rt A woman named Susan Hogan was born with an extra set of cones that are sensitive in the orange range, as well having the red, green, and blue cones that humans with normal colour vision (i.e. trichromats) possess. She is therefore classified as a tetrachromat, but her extra type of cone is an orange cone instead of the ultraviolet cone possessed by animals such as birds who are tetrachromats in nature. It is estimated that while normal humans can see about 1,000,000 different colours, tetrachromats such as Ms. Hogan can see 100,000,000 different colours. This is because each additional type of cones interacts with the other types of cones in such a way that an addition of a new type of cone means an organism can see 100 times as many colours. (This means that a pentachromat would be able to see 10,000,000,000 (ten billion) different colours.) 090111 ... e_o_i I can't imagine what seeing more colours would be like. Would it be more shades of the same colours, or something completely different...? I have an raincoat that's purple and orange. It's quite an ugly raincoat. In fact, I've grown to like it because of its sheer unapologetic ugliness. 131018 ... e_o_i Orange in Canada is a three-letter acronym: ING or NDP. Their logos are both orange. 131019 ... kerry when i read “in search of lost time” i didn’t really absorb the book; i wanted to devour it, ate it too quickly, so i didn’t taste it very well. when i finished i went in search of a madeleine thinking maybe once i sunk my teeth into it i would be transported elsewhere, but of course it doesn’t work like that because aside from that book, which i read too quickly, i have no memories associated with a madeleine. for me the door is an orange. i try to peel it all in one piece, i like the feel of opening it like a book and the sound the segments make, like a kiss: i was working a job i could quit easily, without regret, and i went to visit iz in paris where she was teaching english for a year. we were in our early 20s, a very lucky time in both our lives. there wasn’t much to worry about and we were vaguely aware that life might never feel this colorful and free again. she had another english-teaching writer-friend, mike, who was living in a little town in andalusia. there was a school vacation so we went to visit him. it was a short flight from paris to madrid, then a train to villa del rio. mike and his spanish girlfriend picked us up from the train station late at night. we were both starving so we went to mcdonald’s because nothing else was open, and we thought it was hilarious that this was our first meal in spain. i didn’t have any expectations but i was still surprised by how tiny it was; a sleepy maze, all off-white stone and rust-red tile, and storks in huge nests like boats on top of the churches. no one spoke english–a new experience for me–and it felt like the whole town had its eyes closed. siesta seemed to last all day. it had been raining a lot lately so the guadalquivir was higher than usual. little old men with dark caps stood and smoked and watched the current, perhaps commenting on the water that was pale brown like chocolate milk with oranges bobbing on top. mike’s roommates were also american and had taken in two dogs they’d befriended at some cafe. they’d named the dogs desi and sancho. sancho was small and looked like a little mop, and desi was brown and white with two different colored eyes. both dogs were very sweet; they’d yip and hop and wriggle their whole bodies when you came home and they happily curled up beside you on the couch. it was easy to forget they were street dogs until you left them in the apartment; when they were alone they shredded the toilet paper and pissed on the beds and went rooting through the trash. we came back one afternoon to find oyster shells all over the kitchen floor and bits of paper towel in every room. we took a bus to nearby cordoba to see the mosque and wander through the palace gardens. it was much prettier than villa del rio–more sunlight, more oranges, and so many ornate tiles. iz dozed off on a bench in one of the gardens. she looked like she was posing in her blue skirt and her cardigan, and i took her picture. the last night there was my birthday, which i’d actually forgotten about. but iz had remembered and told mike and his girlfriend (who was shy, too shy to practice her english with us, and always followed behind when we were out walking). that night after dinner they turned out the lights and left me alone in the dining room, and they all came back singing. mike’s girlfriend set a flan that she’d made on the table in front of me, with “feliz cuplesños, kerry” written on the top in chocolate syrup. i blew out the single candle, wanting to cry, not knowing what to say. mfk fisher said, “probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.” she is absolutely right. there is a certain privacy in anything with a peel or a shell. for some people maybe it’s a coconut or a peach, or even a potato. my madeleine is an orange. 220311 what's it to you? who go blather from