Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Pretty in Pink

You know, I'm an acquired taste. I know it, everyone knows it. I've often wondered what it would be like to be soft around the edges. To be a person for whom pink is appropriate. To be this. A gentle English rose. A person for whom quiet passages of poetry is a favored read. A person who wouldn't say this is shit if they were standing knee deep in it.

Instead, if I were to be associated with pink it would be this! There are worse things and if you have to play with the cards you are dealt, you may as well play them to win. So this is me getting all philosophical. Sort of makes you all misty eyed, doesn't it?


  1. Made me laugh! But I don't think of you as punk pink! There is a pink for everyone. I think of you as a powerful pink. I'm off in search of a good image. I'll be baaaack!

  2. ummm...misty eyed? no, I hope you're not disappointed!

    I love pink (it's a sunrise color) and wear it frequently. It feels kind of oxymoronic, and I like that!

  3. Debra: I'm glad you got the humor. Pink is a metaphor. I am not a hugger, a feely person. I am not the one to look too deep. I like the color when it is flowers, but I could never feel comfortable wearing it.

    gsc: dang, I was going for some moist eyes! I am primary colors. Can't wear pastel. Can't think like pastel either. It's a little bit of a curse.


I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.