From Wikipedia –
(also spelled synæsthesia or synaesthesia, plural synesthesiae or
synaesthesiae)—from the Ancient Greek σύν (syn), "together," and
αἴσθησις (aisthēsis), "sensation"—is a neurologically based phenomenon
in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to
automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive
pathway. People who report such experiences are known as synesthetes.
you read the rest of the article, you will find all about how some
people see numbers as colors and months as having distinct
personalities. Well, bulletin for the scientific community – we all
have a touch of this! Especially for days of the week. Who doesn’t see
their Monday as wreathed in funereal pallor, if it’s the first day of
your work week? (All this goes out the window if your job involves
rotating days off. It’s awful when everyone else’s Friday is your
Monday, but the sweet revenge comes when your Friday is their Monday.
But you need a special calendar for this sort of thing.)
registers as kind of blue to me; at least you’re in gear for the week.
And if it’s a week of vacation, then you can say, ”Hey! It’s only
Tuesday! There’s plenty more fun ahead.”
has a beige sort of affect. Middle of the week, time to think about the
weekend and start checking the weather forecasts, usually some decent
shows on TV that night.
Thursday to my mind is kind of
green, ripe with expectations. To the social set, Thursday is now the
new Friday, with the bar scene hopping like a Saturday night. This also
accounts for my sunny bright mood on
Friday! When hardly anyone still goes to work, or so it would seem. Smooth sailing to the office, weekend ahead, all is golden.
is made of what Vin Scully calls “the sky of cerulean blue,” as he
basks in the warmth of Los Angeles sunshine to call an afternoon
ballgame at Chavez Ravine, home of the Dodgers. For the rest of us
baskers, Saturday usually means a chance to get out in the yard and
check the aspidistra. While doing that, we can see if the foliage needs
any attention as well.
Sunday is of course, the same
color as the beams of sunlight that illuminate the congregrations around
the world. There’s also a little tinge of purple in there for the
Ravens and orange for the Orioles.
There’s also a
thing about this---ever notice how when you think of your old high
school, you can still smell the floor wax in the hallway, the gravy in
the cafeteria and the stanky sox in the gym?
It’s all for the good. Senses help us place the places and times that mean the most.