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| I've always been suspicious of color. A bit like the Emporer's new clothes. What is color? Something you see that evokes an emotion? Varying levels of pigment? Reflection and refraction of light? ROYGBIV? How do I know that the same thing I see and think is red is the same thing other people call red? No way to possibly know, other than by each other agreeing on it. Anyone could fool anyone else, feigning similar perception and falsifying that shared experience. A bit disturbing, really. I don't want to prolong the emporer's new clothes syndrome. I don't.
This is the importance of communication, expressing yourself and listening. Is it possible that everyone sees colors differently? Could it possibly be so black and white that everyone sees things the same and the people that are color blind just don't? Nothing else about humans is this black and white, so why should color be any different? Things are never just one way, and people hold few absolutes. We are creatures of range, scale, conditions, extents, and if-thens, not black and white, yes or no, right or wrong. It seems naive, arrogant, and almost silly to think that everyone's orange is your orange. How do you describe color, really?
Formula for describing color- it's intensity: bold, muted, soft, brilliant, bright, deep, dark, warm, cool
and then how it makes you feel: peaceful, abrasive, calm, soothing, harsh, boring, energetic, lively.
So this is the description of intensity/degree and then how it makes you feel, has worked to bring humans to agreeance on something as abstract and undefineable as color- maybe we should try this method on more arguments and ideas, maybe this would help. Convey degree of intensity and how it makes you feel. And then maybe we could come to a better understanding.
Or maybe it's just the emporer's new clothes, over and over again.
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| hah.
click here to see a good article and a good example of what happens when Americans snort novicane. | | |
| Contentment without stagnation.
That is made possible when contentment is more a state of mind than a feeling. This is the only way you could say that you've learned to be content whatever your situation. Contentment doesn't equal happiness.
Stagnation is death. | | |
| if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too. | | |
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Tell me it’s a good idea.
No.
No, tell me it’s a good idea!
Go paint a moustache and a beard and go to the mirror and tell yourself it’s a good idea.
No. You don’t have a moustache, and I want YOU to tell me it’s a good idea.
Fine, go ahead and do it, but when it sucks, don’t come crying to me, because I won’t feel bad for you. You’ll have paint on that moustache and beard and go to the mirror again and tell him it was a bad idea.
But then I’d be crazy and crying, and my tears would wash away the beard, and then I’d see it was really me all along and realize I was crazy.
You can always hug the mirror.
I won’t feel better. It will be cold and hard and won’t hug back. But it might crack and cut my face, and my tears would burn my cut and I’d be lonely and crying, sitting in a pile of shattered glass.
OK, then I would feel bad for you.
See? So just tell me it’s a good idea.
No.
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Remember Ribbon Dancers?
Didn’t everyone have one of those?
I did. The commercial would always come on during Saved by the Bell.
Remember the Saved by the Bell where Zack and Kelly got engaged?
Yeah, it made me think that everyone gets proposed to that romantically, on a boat or something.
Yeah, she was on a boat! She was going to Paris.
You can’t take a boat from here to Paris. That’s like taking a boat to Kentucky.
Whatever, that show totally warped my idea of high school. I expected a fiancée in acid washed jeans.
Didn’t everyone have one of those?
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You should eat natural peanut butter. Unnatural peanut butter gives you zits.
It gives you tits?
No!
Ok, well my first thought was “it gives you tits?” but I knew you didn’t say that, so then I was like “it gives you kids?” but I figured that wasn’t right either. Took me a while to get to “it gives you zits”.
Yes. Hydrogenated peanut oil gives you huge boobs.
Should’ve told Elyse that before she got hers done. Could’ve saved some money.
Yeah, Elyse, just eat lots of peanut butter. Your face might break out, and you might have a kid, but you won’t need a boob job.
Actually, that’s one theory about Mary- she just ate lots of peanut butter.
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