Good friend, occasional reader, and constant correspondent Lin sent the following along a couple o' few days ago.
We have some anecdotal evidence to support this proposition and even the briefest scrutiny towards the comments will verify what we're on about...
See what I mean?
We have some anecdotal evidence to support this proposition and even the briefest scrutiny towards the comments will verify what we're on about...
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Linkage. Or Apropos o' Nuthin'. Or Sumthin'.
Ask and ye shall receive. I asked Blog-Bud Sharon up in Santa Fe if I could steal one of her pictures (there are two more) for re-use, simply because it pleases me. And so...
That would be belly dancers at the Agora, which I assume is in Santa Fe. Two things are immediately obvious: (a) I live in the wrong part of New Mexico and (b) the woman in purple is right dead-center in my sweet spot. As a matter of fact, this gal DEFINES "sweet spot" when it comes to pulchritude. Oh Hell yes.
23 comments:
That would be cool. Even cooler would be if you knew that lady in purple. ;-)
Andy: I think those classes are wimmen only. But I'd sign up to watch.
Kath: The one in purple is one in not-red, not-blue, and not-yellow. It's a light purple, which some people MIGHT call "pink."
I'll freely admit we become temporarily cognitively-impaired, but our color perception usually stays intact. But I've always deferred to any female present when it comes to the color wheel... because men just don't get things like puce, salmon, and lilac/lavender. Puce is what happens when ya drink too much, ya eat salmon, and the last two USED to be flowers. That's OUR definitions. Your mileage most definitely varies.
Andy: Heh.
I'm open to suggestions for alternative, politically correct language. Should I say "fishing?" "Rubenesque women with shared values and a pleasant disposition are encouraged to apply for the currently-vacant position of consort?" Something else? Ya gotta admit: "trolling" is shorter. ;-)
Kris: The woman IS stunning.
"Consort." *snort*
Heh. Barristers or English profs... it's a toss-up as to which is more nit-picky when it comes to the language.
KC: The day I cease to have an appreciation for natural beauty is the day after I'm on the wrong side of the grass.
If four naked women were dancing in front of me, the first thing I would look at, is belly buttons. My Mom said I was a pervert.
Red must not like hers, yellow is too vegitarian, so "pink" and blue have my attention. I'd be holding onto the rope so I didn't faint (low blood flow, etc)...
Anon: We're on the same page as far as colors go, but for entirely different reasons!
See what I mean?
I spent an entire semester in college learning more about colors than I ever really wanted to know.
ReplyDeleteFunny how most of that info stuck.
The lady who taught that class thought it only important for us to know the primary colors, their complimentary colors, and the immediate adjacent colors.
Everything else was just another shade of those.
Simple, huh?
Are you SURE that lady who taught the class was female? That just does NOT compute!
Deletetest--I've had many troubles with blogger & google accounts
ReplyDeleteWell, I finally can get thru on Chrome, but I just updated Firefox and when I post under google account it wipes out the post and reverts to "select" again ONLY on yours, and that of Sarge and Curtis for some reason..
ReplyDeleteI'm glad ya got yer issues sorted out, Virgil.
DeleteWe are a heady brew for such a feeble browser. :) Oooohh that hurts. :)
DeleteI can recognize the shades as different but it's hopeless for me to name them.
@Curtis: Heh on yer first, and I agree on yer second.
DeleteI'll second that.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in the high school gym showers, the other girls all made fun because they thought I should be in the boys shower being pas-curvy ! But, as they say: when given lemons, etc. I asked my husband if he married me for my body, and he said, hell no, he married me because I was the only one who could cook in our dorm :-) So, anyway, I found the real path to a mans heart is his gizzards... hélas, pas de danse du ventre pour cette vieille dame...
ReplyDeleteMom always used to say "kissin' don't last, cookin' do." Mebbe that's a line from a movie. ;-)
DeleteOne of my favorite scenes in a movie is from "Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House". The wife is talking to the painters. I will paraphrase (don't have the script in front of me.) She says she wants the kitchen to be a robin's egg blue, not quite a sky blue, nor as dark as the blue of the ocean, and she wants the bathroom green, but not a kelly green or a forest green, more the green of a not quite ripe lime, and she wants another room red, but not fire engine red, and not as weak a red as coral or pink, but more like the red one finds on a rose just in bloom in the spring. After she leaves, the contractor turns to his partner and says, "Did you get that?" The partner says, "Yeah. Blue, green, and red."
ReplyDeleteHeh. That sums it right up.
DeleteFor what it's worth...I understand the verbal distinctions, but on my color wheel that lady is wearing pink.
ReplyDeleteBut I hear you about her "Renoir" body shape...her abundance is appreciated -- although my leanings in that regard would be back a peg or two or three. (J. is watching me closely as I type this :-)
Pink? You're letting the side down, Dan. ;-)
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