Blogpost #13
On Seeing Red read as a long disconnected ramble on everyone red colored anecdote the author could conjure. I felt that it was overall lacking any sort of general message or consistent theme, and was not interesting. Red does markedly play a lot of roles in our lives, and often acts as a common and easy symbol for anger and passion, which some would argue are two sides of the same coin, which the author alludes to. Color is truly pervasive in our lives, and can affect us unknowingly.
The Blue of Distance was a much more interesting read, which discussed the implications of longing in our lives. Blue is associated with melancholy, and tinges the far distances of our lives with its unreachable haze. As the author writes about the lack of satisfaction when an object of longing is finally acquired, I couldn't help but think about how true this seems to apply to my life, and its relation to the greener grass phenomenon. I thought that this piece was very enjoyable and easy to follow, and I appreciated the focus which the piece kept. As I was reading about the hazy blue of distance, I thought of all the distant vistas I've appreciated, and how their distance was truly the main factor of their appeal.











