18 Monday Feb 2019
Posted in brown
When a couple of students started turning up to class wearing Hitler’s brownshirts, she laughed at that, too. But not for long.
(Natalie Angier, ‘The mighty mathematician you’ve never heard of’, New York Times, 26 Mar. 2012)
15 Friday Feb 2019
If you take some of the things that are really at the edges of language like “Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.” Have you heard that?
(Katherine Ye, quoting Chomsky, in conversation with Steve Krause, ‘The edges of representation’, Future of Coding, 34)
13 Wednesday Feb 2019
Tightly hooded in yellow, the Flagellant Messiah moved about a dun-colored landscape inhabited by other figures as well, all of them rendered in this same vinyl.
(William Gibson, Spook Country, 10)
12 Tuesday Feb 2019
Posted in green
Each morning, on the outskirts of Penrith, where the neighbour’s cows sag on the tilting fences staked into moss-green hills, Dr Anthony Seage would rise to squint into the endless predawn traffic, away from his still-sleeping wife and children, and drive to his practice north of Parramatta.
(Luke Carman, ‘The good doctor’, Southerly)
12 Tuesday Feb 2019
It matched his gun and his flashlight, that same not-color of grayish green.
(William Gibson, Spook Country, 6)
11 Monday Feb 2019
Posted in blue
Beside one of his speakers stood a small blue vase from a Chinese department store on Canal, a fragile thing he had secretly dedicated to the goddess Ochun, she whom Cuban Catholics knew as Our Lady of Charity, at Cobre.
(William Gibson, Spook Country, 2)
04 Monday Feb 2019
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In Poverty Gully, there is a library of stone where Ordovician volumes of mauve, ochre
and dove-grey are shelved with their spines pointing north.
(Annie Hunter, ‘Graptolite’, Plumwood Mountain, 6)
30 Wednesday Jan 2019
Posted in bleu, Uncategorized
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Aujourd’hui à Espoo le grand ciel bleu ne résistera pas. La fiabilité de la situation est très bonne.
(Météo du jour, jeudi 31 janvier, La Chaine Météo)
26 Saturday Jan 2019
Posted in silver
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I meant to tell Jason but I forgot, and the next day his shirts were crisscrossed with the silvery tracks of snails.
(Luke Carman, ‘The ghosts of Eleanor Dark’, Southerly)
26 Saturday Jan 2019
He was not much more than a baby when he first saw whales rolling between him and the islands: a very close island, a big family of whales breathing easily, spouts sparkling in the sunlight, great black bodies glossy in the blue and sunlit sea.
(Kim Scott, That Deadman Dance, prologue)
