19 November 2004

why...orange? 

was waiting at the bus-stop this morning to go to college, and was engaged in conversation by a slightly deranged apocalyptically-preoccupied lady in her 40s: 'they teach kids how to fucking swear at school these days, don't they? but they don't teach them how to spell the word 'orange, do they? When judgement day comes, there'll be no more white, black, asian....just orange. Do you understand?'

I wasn't sure I did. But I started thinking about it: having recently developed a strong liking for the colour in the past year, I'm curious about its psychopathological qualities. Why is orange so frequently associated with whacked-out religions and even more dubious politics? Guantanamo outfits, death row uniforms, Tibetan monks, N. Irish Protestants, Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh-followers, etc., etc. (Does Jung say anything about colours, Johneffay?)

Went with the Dark Prince of Gnostic Nihilism and the Mild Count of post-60s Italian Marxism to see, er, 'Bad Santa' last night. Extremely funny, and much better than the ICA exhibition (oo, Damian Hirst filled a cabinet with pills and called it 'God').

I still have no computer so am writing when I can. Weirdly, this seems to be much more often than when I actually had the machine - so this is what restriction does for production!

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