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Did you know you can generate and download your own symbolic calendar each month (for free)? Visit our MysteryArts.com/magic site, scroll to the bottom of the page, and give it a try.
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  by jovikeThe Little-Known Meanings of Crazy Color Names vol. 5
Baffling color names often tell entertaining stories, at least to those who are willing to delve beneath the surface. We continue our strange and wonderful adventure into the uncharted fringes of language, where we'll discover new "shades of meaning." The deep green color called nnnn represents a “closed,” “intimate” hummed sound which “resonates mostly in the head,” as opposed to the “exposed” aaahh sound “which resonates in the chest. You can keep the closed sound a secret, sitting calmly at a committee meeting while others about you are losing their minds” (W. A. Mathieu, The Musical Life). 
The light gray color claled nnnnnn refers to the “head guy” of “a bunch of dudes from the nameless planet”: "Nnnnnn moved his green hand in a circle, indicating the stream, the forest, the city. 'I know you feel like an alien here,' he said softly. 'But that is because you are thinking too small'" (Bruce Coville, “I, Earthling,” Odder Than Ever). 
The deep blue color called nt represents the word not, written in Roger Bacon’s all-consonant secret code (devised in 1250), as discussed in The Voynich Manuscript by Gerry Kennedy. 
The tan color called pff is an indication that one is miffed, as by a failed pursuit: "[W]hen they rounded the corner the bird had disappeared, and though the children searched high and low, there was not a feather to be found. 'Pff! Typical,' Georgie spat, turning back down the stairs" (Justyn Walker, The Magician’s Daughter). 
The pink color called pfff refers to a French expression of loneliness, as when everyone is having too much fun to give one a call, as in “Numéro privé” by Erwan Le Goffic. 
The magenta color called pfffft recalls the sound of a stabbing hypodermic needle: "She stuck the needle in, pushed pfffft, just like that, and it started burning immediately" (Janet Laurel, Heart and Soul: What It Takes to Promote Health While Confronting Cancer). 
The light mauve color called pffft echoes the sound of a balloon deflating: "The volunteer was given a pair of safety glasses and a long bamboo pole to the end of which was secured a match. This was lit, and placed under the balloon. It collapsed with a dull pffft" (D.W. St. John, A Terrible Beauty). 

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The light blue color called phhhh refers to a dismissive expression: "Nobody calls me on the house-phone line, not now that I’ve got my cell phone. Phhhh, I’m not answering it" (Grace Dent, LBD: It’s a Girl Thing). 
The bright green color called pp means pianissimo (a musician’s directive to perform a passage very softly). 
The bright red color called ppp echoes a French expression (usually accompanied by a shrug) meaning “beats me,” as discussed in Street French Slang Dictionary & Thesaurus by David Burke. 
All of these color name insights are derived from my Dictionary of Improbable Words, which is available for online reading. [Read the entire article in my guest blog at ColourLovers.com.]
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Lord Whimsy ponders the decline of the necktie: As if trying to look "casual" wasn't just an uglier kind of affectation! To do away with such baseline standards of adult dress is the illusion of freedom, a lame gesture that leads to even more restrictive mores. Adolescent-minded Boomers won't be satisfied until the only socially acceptable way to present oneself is to dress like a six year-old. And when that day comes, none of us will feel free--just undignified and infantilized. Given the choice, I'd rather be coerced into looking like an adult than a child.
Much is made of the idea that not wearing a tie allows for more self-expression, which is idiotic. Not wearing a tie says "I'm not wearing a tie," and little else. Wearing a tie--with its endless palette of colors, knots and patterns--is where the expression lies. Like Wilde said, "A mask says far more than a face."
See Lord Whimsy's full discussion here.
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Saint Tabby Patron of Meditating Cats
"The radiation of peace and calm by the sages is reflected in a meditating cat," said C. Sivaramamurti.
Saint Tabby loved to quip that her only two vices were pride and litter: a pride of cats and a litter of kittens, that is. She so adored cats that even her prayers sounded like purring. (The purrs were actually a form of throat singing, also known as overtone chanting, which Saint Tabby learned while on retreat in Tuva.) Legend has it that when she knelt in prayer on the ancient brick cloister of San Michele a Ripa, she left behind a set of holy pawprints.
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The visual poet extraordinare Geof Huth has been "defining shapes." Some favorite examples: … three reasons to suspend disbelief
∞ a conclusion of forever
* a star in the mind
? the hook that catches
- a stitch of text
) the end of whispers
{ a crumpled page
! surprising the ending
\ the path to
: two eyes that follow
; two eyes and one grain of sand
^ the hat of the missing
$ the sibilance of sermons
` a grave way of speaking
• dividing the string into threads
† the graveyard of the second thought
§ the pregnancy of sections
For many more, see Geof's " Defining Shapes." Also see Gary Barwin's equally enchanting " Anus Porcupine Eyebrow."
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SONG: Stop on a Dime
ARTIST: Little Texas
ORIGINAL LYRIC:
So you fall in love and it picks you up And it takes your heart for a ride After too many bad roads this heartbroken fool knows That love can stop on a dime.
ADJUSTED FOR INFLATION:
So you fall in love and it picks you up In a sleigh that's pulled by reindeer
After too many bad roads this heartbroken fool knows
The buck, the buck stops here.
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  by awalstraBolts From the Blue: The Electric Colors of LightningThough a lightning bolt radiates pure white light, various atmospheric conditions can tint the brilliant flash into a rainbow of electrical colors. Red, yellow, green, blue, pink, purple, violet, cyan, and orange are all possible lightning colors, depending upon the presence of water vapor, dust, pollution, rain, or hail. Just as lightning is said never to strike twice in the same place, no two lightning bolts are ever exactly the same color. In fact, different branches of the same bolt can exhibit different colors, due to temperature variations. The hotter the bolt, the bluer or whiter it will appear, and the cooler it is, the more orange or red. Because lightning heats the air as it travels, the presence of different gasses will also lend color as they ignite. Weather expert Dan Robinson explains that different film stocks, exposure times, and camera types can also bring color to lightning. "The same lightning channel can appear blue, purple, red or orange depending on the type of film, length of exposure, and other factors. Slide film is more likely to produce a more purple/blue image, while print film tends to give lightning a more yellow/orange tint." Fun facts: - A lightning bolt can travel 60,000 miles per hour.
- Lightning temperatures can reach nearly 30,000 K (55,000° F), which is five times hotter than the sun.
- In addition to thunder storms, dust storms and volcanic ash eruptions can trigger lightning. So can rock launches, aircraft flights, and nuclear detonations.
- The exact cause of lightning remains "hotly debated" in scientific circles.

A double rainbow and lightning bolt, by tenfrozentoes.
[Read the entire article in my guest blog at ColourLovers.com.]
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Lynda Barry has said, "Keep in mind as you read these words that you are paying no attention at all to the letters of the alphabet" ( What It Is, 2008, via DJMisc). We say, "Speak for yourself!" We pay all sorts of attention to the letters of the alphabet as we read, as our body of work makes abundantly clear. We thought everybody read that way!
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"Children are often inclined to be over-fond of rabbits. They overlook their deplorable hygiene and vicious teeth."
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Piecing together the secret of transformation . . .
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From our friends at Crystalpunk: "Apes in the wild have language and it takes only a small leap of imagination to try to give them a second, human, language. For over forty years researchers have been trying to do this with increasingly good results. Our language, when it is passed on to a different species, becomes a new language. PrimatePoetics is born from the realization that this language should be appreciated in its own right, as the greatest revolution in literature since the invention of written Chinese 4000 years ago. 'PrimatePoetics is Here' is the first primer to this new field. It explains where it comes from, it gives an overview of the field on an ape-by-ape basis and closes with an extensive anthology of relevant scientific and artistic sources. But most of all 'PrimatePoetics is Here' hopes to give a feel for the outsider charm of the language of the apes."
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a handful of earth sweet and red / to clutch a world / in lands remote from here
a handful of earth, mute / yet bringing a touch of blue from the hills / of trees offering shade against the sun / of a sky filled with blue sun / and of ripening fruit —Breyten Breytenbach, A Season in Paradise, on South Africa, 1980.
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A collaged story we assembled for a singular Ramesh and henceforth dedicate to all the Rameshes of the world. Click on the thumbnails below to view an enlarged version in a new window.
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Piecing together the secret of the tower . . .
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After so many cities of marble, dazzling white, here is one entirely pink — Jaipur. The eye, weary of excessive light reflected from white walls, rests on these palaces as on the softness of certain textiles faded by time. Our imagination finally finds the city of the legend that has inhabited our dreams since early childhood. . . . Everything is pink, with delicate floral patterns: houses, arches, domes, mosques’ minarets, pagodas’ spires — all pink. —Guido Gozzano (1883—1916), Journey Toward the Cradle of Mankind, translated by David Marinelli, 1996.
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