colors

I haven't posted in awhile and I don't really have an excuse other than I've been lazy and boring. I've been doing things, sure, but nothing seemingly worth writing about. Even the Gumball 3000 party didn't really lend itself to writing about.

So, anyway, sorry and moving on!

This has not been the week for sleep. I've been out 4 nights in a row until very late (or early depending on how you view it) because of birthdays and the notre dame people trying to get in all their partying before they leave in 3 or 4 weeks. South Bend is looking pretty small to them after being in London. I've gotten to be good friends with a lot of them and it's going to be weird when I'm in London without them.

But it won't be long because I'm going to Turkey to work after they leave! Only for 3 weeks, but at an important pre-ceramic neolithic site that has wall paintings of human figures (Catal Hoyuk if you want to look it up). It's an amazing opportunity and I'm really excited.

And for something completely different..

Jen and I have been walking the two miles between our apartment and Finsbury Park everytime we take the tube. It's a nice walk and easy exercise, plus the weather has been more or less on our side for the past month.

While we were about halfway home the other day, I noticed a fence painted the prettiest shade of blue. Jen and I started talking about colors and how they make you feel, and I was saying that I always get this satisfied feeling when I see supersaturated colors. Especially jewel tones.

When I was contemplating painting the apartment above the garage (think it'll happen this year? HA!) all the colors I picked out were supersaturated, rich colors. They just make me happy and want to touch things. But not in a creepy way.

I've done a terrible job explaining myself but the point is, those are the types of colors I like to look at. Jen likes to look at certain shades of orange (made funnier by the fact that Jen has 10 black sweaters).

London is not really a place for supersaturated colors. There's lots of greys (but not as bad as at Suny Albany- they have the market covered) with the color coming from splashes of gardens and flowering plants. Brits love to garden and I envy that ability as a notorious plant neglecter.

Cyprus has some great colors (blue doors or crazy bright flowers on stucco walls) and I'm told Santorini is similar. Everyplace has them (except for Suny Albany and most prisons..), really, but some places are harder to find them in than others.

Anyway, the point is, the next time you see me stop and stare at something all blanklike, I'm not having a fit. A color probably just caught my eye and I had to look at it for a little bit.

Or I saw a chocolate muffin. In which case, buy it for me.