Sunday, May 6, 2012

Sunday Rerun: Spot three horrible puns in this blog and win big prizes!

From Wikipedia –

Synesthesia (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.

If 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.)

Tuesday 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.”

Wednesday 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.

Saturday 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.

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