Worshipping Crayola crayons

As a child, just about my favorite thing to do was look at color. In kindergarten, my teacher passed me a prism and I was simply rapt. Nothing was more beautiful to me than standing in the sun, twisting around the triangular glass, and watching the rainbow dance on the sidewalk. Stunning.

I got my first lesson in color from this prism, and although I could not then have drawn a color wheel, I understood intrinsically that the colors in my Crayola crayon box should be ordered:

Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Purple
Brown
Black

And they always were. My personal mantra encompassed these colors. Others might pray with a rosary, but my prayer beads were wax cylinders placed in perfect order in a small gold and green box. Honestly, I could rattle off these color names faster and easier than my home address.

Now, you might wonder what about all those really cool colors like Magenta, Raw Umber, and Carnation Pink. I never got those colors, dammit. My mother insisted on buying me the mega-cheap, eight-pack Crayola crayons. My best friend, Janice, however always had a fresh 64-color Crayola crayons box. I was perpetually Pine Green with envy. (Or was it Sea Green???)

The 60s Crayola tagline was "They work on brains, not batteries." What a message for today's kids! Watch this Crayola ad from back in the day.

According to Wikipedia, the original color line up for Crayola's 1960's 64-color box was: BLACK, ORANGE, APRICOT, AQUAMARINE, BITTERSWEET, BLUE, BLUE GRAY, BLUE GREEN, BLUE VIOLET, BRICK RED, BRILLIANT ROSE, BROWN, BURNT ORANGE, BURNT SIENNA, CADET BLUE, CARNATION PINK, COPPER, CORNFLOWER, FLESH, FOREST GREEN, GOLD, GOLDENROD, GRAY, GREEN, GREEN BLUE, GREEN YELLOW, INDIAN RED, LAVENDER, LEMON YELLOW, LIGHT BLUE, MAHOGANY, MAIZE, MAROON, MAUVELOUS, MELON, MIDNIGHT BLUE, MULBERRY, NAVY BLUE, OLIVE GREEN, ORANGE-RED, ORANGE-YELLOW, ORCHID, PERIWINKLE, PINE GREEN, PLUM, RAW SIENNA, RAW UMBER, RED, RED ORANGE, RED VIOLET, SALMON, SEA GREEN, SEPIA, SKY BLUE, SILVER, SPRING GREEN, TAN, THISTLE, VIOLET, VIOLET BLUE, VIOLET RED, WHITE, YELLOW, YELLOW GREEN, YELLOW ORANGE.

My whole life would have been different if I could have had another 56 colors. I swear it.

And then there's this: British artist Jamie Shovlin's whirling dervish of a Crayola color wheel. According to David Rainbird, Slovin has sorted his crayons by "hue in an attempt to form tetrads - combinations of colours from four equidistant points around the circle that when combined create perfect greys. There are 720 possible tetrad combinations with this many Crayolas and although Shovlin started the combinations, he gave up after trying out about twenty or so."

What a wonder! I'd love to have this hanging in my office offering daily inspiration. I couldn't find a better mandala if I tried.

So thank heaven for Crayola crayons. But most of all, thank God for color - all 64 of them in the elusive box set - and every other hue besides.

Brown and the Starbucks Effect

When it comes to fashion trends, I'm no Carrie Bradshaw - I'll take a pair of navy Crocs over some fancy Manolo Blahniks anyday.

But I've always been fascinated by color trends. I grew up in the age of avocado refrigerators, burnt orange AMC Gremlins, and brown everything else. Dateline 1970, land of the recession, home of the earthtones. Everything was inevitably some shade of brown.

So when I ponder the color brown, I instinctually think of moldy basements with dark fake wood paneling; maybe that's because my stepfather concocted a nasty, grasshopper-infested den using that reprehensible paneling in the house in which I grew up. Brown inevitably conjures up thoughts of UPS, dirt, and excrement, too (no offense, UPS).

Brown also brings to mind the old Baskin Robbins logo, back when having 31 different flavors was a big deal. (I worked at that ice cream parlor between high school and college. It was located just inside the Hecht's department store in Silver Spring, and I had to wear this god-awful pink and brown polyester uniform. I would come home every night with ice cream in my armpits - no lie. I've never looked at ice cream the way same since).

But apparently brown has been reborn. I came across an interesting article about jewelry design this morning which claims that brown diamonds set in pink gold is the latest thing. According to Pantone color guru Lee Eiseman, who spoke at a recent Las Vegas jewerly show, the latest trend features “delectable chocolate browns are accented by tempting pinks.” Eiseman says this trend will continue until at least summer 2009.

Eiseman claims the resurgence of brown is due to the “Starbucks’ Effect.” As the article states, "Before the coffee shop industry gained such prominence, people tended to react to the color brown in a negative sense, calling it earthy or dirty. Since coffee drinking has become such an integral part of everyday life, consumers now see brown hues in a much more positive light, regarding them as rich and robust. 'They have,' said Eiseman, 'a new respect for the color brown.'"

So I'm rethinking brown. This is probably a good thing, given that I have dark brown hair and eyes. I also look great in pink. Maybe the Starbucks Effect will improve the self-esteem of brunettes around the world. Works for me!

Grief

A lovely poem from the May 5th issue of the New Yorker.

Grief

When grief comes to you as a purple gorilla
you must count yourself lucky.
You must offer her what’s left
of your dinner, the book you were trying to finish
you must put aside,
and make her a place to sit at the foot of your bed,
her eyes moving from the clock
to the television and back again.
I am not afraid. She has been here before
and now I can recognize her gait
as she approaches the house.
Some nights, when I know she’s coming,
I unlock the door, lie down on my back,
and count her steps
from the street to the porch.
Tonight she brings a pencil and a ream of paper,
tells me to write down
everyone I have ever known,
and we separate them between the living and the dead
so she can pick each name at random.
I play her favorite Willie Nelson album
because she misses Texas
but I don’t ask why.
She hums a little,
the way my brother does when he gardens.
We sit for an hour
while she tells me how unreasonable I’ve been,
crying in the checkout line,
refusing to eat, refusing to shower,
all the smoking and all the drinking.
Eventually she puts one of her heavy
purple arms around me, leans
her head against mine,
and all of a sudden things are feeling romantic.
So I tell her,
things are feeling romantic.
She pulls another name, this time
from the dead,
and turns to me in that way that parents do
so you feel embarrassed or ashamed of something.
Romantic? she says,
reading the name out loud, slowly,
so I am aware of each syllable, each vowel
wrapping around the bones like new muscle,
the sound of that person’s body
and how reckless it is,
how careless that his name is in one pile and not the other

Go get 'em, Luke

As I blogged yesterday, I am in love with Tim Russert and always will be. This evening, I watched his beloved son, Luke, being interviewed by Matt Lauer and remembered what it was like for me losing my mom at such a young age. I don't think I could have been half as gracious and articulate as this young man. Saying Luke is a credit to his parents is an incredible understatement. I look forward to watching Luke take the stage - whatever that stage is - because no matter what he does, he will be a success. What a great kid. In case you missed it, here is the interview.

Remembering Tim Russert

I never met Tim Russert, but I feel like I've lost a member of my family.

I've been in love with Tim Russert for years. He was my dream man. If I'd won a contest that would have let me eat dinner with anyone alive, it would have been Tim Russert. I've always thought he would have made me a great husband: kind, loving, and focused on family, he was also a consumate and creative professional who was dedicated to his craft. I know I could have been happy if I'd only married Tim Russert!

I am an MS-NBC addict; during the day, I watch nothing else from the time I get up in the morning until I stop work. So when MS-NBC came back from a commercial break playing that God-awful special report music, I expected that the network would report on the Afghanistan jail break that had just occured where 40 Taliban members had escaped. I mean, that's a huge story, right? When I looked up and saw Tom Brokaw, I knew the news was even worse - and indeed it was. When Brokaw reported that Tim had died, my heart stopped and my tears began. How could it even be possible that he had died?



My phone rang a few minutes later and my boyfriend, Tom, said he had some very bad news that he wanted me to hear from him first. I was crying already, so he knew that I had heard about Tim's death. It meant the world to me that my beloved boyfriend would want to break the news to me gently about the loss of someone I really loved.

I am grateful that MS-NBC has devoted all of its coverage since then to remembering Tim Russert. I can't watch enough. The world is in mourning and I need to participate. I am particularly thankful for Wolf Blitzer; when I left to visit Tom in Southern Maryland yesterday afternoon, I couldn't listen to MS-NBC because it is not on XM Radio. But CNN is, and was doing what everyone else was doing: mourning Tim Russert. Wolf Blitzer spent hours with journalists and politicians talking about the death of his greatest rival. That's real class.

I'm a but drop in an ocean of people who love and mourn Tim Russert. Politics and Washington and journalism and Buffalo and NBC and indeed the world will never be the same. God bless Tim Russert and his family. He will always be missed.

Wacko pugs, installment 2

My beloved brother and nephew have declared me a lazy blogger - and they're right. To repent for my sins and to celebrate the universe's diverse design sense, I offer Round 2 of Wacko Pugs. (You might also want to check out Wacko pugs, installment 1).

First up, we have a cute pug/beagle mix, otherwise known as a puggle:



Next, a pekinese/pug combo that looks like it has some shepherd mixed in as well, but I might be wrong:



Our third unique creation is actually a two-some whose parents are Brussels griffon and pug:



Next up, a beautiful, blue-eyed (or is it just a blue version of red eye?) black lab/pug mix:



And finally, here's something I bet you'd never see: a crocodile/pug mutt!