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The History of Color
January 22, 2010, 2:30 am
Filed under: Art, Color, History, Michel Pastoureau

I can be quite particular about my colors. They’re part of my language. They help me see, speak, and read people, their thoughts, their preferences, and feelings.

And so, after reading those three fundamentally profound sentences stated above, it will be easier to understand why I was happy to find that brilliant people have studied color for more than their aesthetic implications. The discovery helped me ignore the headache that was raging a late afternoon battle in my head (Note to Self: Make better attempts at hydrating oneself through the day to avoid such a inconvenient occurances).

After work, I went into Barnes and Noble (From henceforth now, Barnes, because let’s face it, in our shorted-hyphenated-condensed-fast culture, we like to cut things down. It’s either called efficiency or laziness. My apologies to Noble.), looking for some books on museum design–and to evade the rain outside–and wandered my little raging headached self to the Art section. After plopping myself down with the fat, giant Le costume historique, by Auguste Racinet, I spotted Black: The History of a Color, by Michel Pastoureau.

I grabbed it and was further reassured that historians are a great people. They not only study wars, civilizations, and boring men and crazy women, but also pigs, smell, hair, and yes, color. I will be looking into this work by Pastoureau, as well as his previously acclaimed Blue.

Dinner is approaching, the headache battle is slightly subsiding, and studying for a French exam will now resume.

Tout a l’heure mes amies.


Reviewing “In Search of Dignity”
July 7, 2009, 4:28 pm
Filed under: Journalism, Thoughts & Musings

The following is a response to David Brooks‘ article, “In Search of Dignity,” an Op/Ed article published in the New York Times on 7 July 2009 and can be found at:

Dignity. That’s something we could try remembering. You could also throw in some self-respect, a little bit of self-consciousness, and a sprinkle of self-awareness.

In both the little habits and significant decisions of our daily lives, often in our attempts to make friends, open conversation, be vulnerable, speak aloud, or gain attention, we can go overboard and suddenly, nothing can be called shameful, embarrassing, or shocking. Our reactions are numbed because for the sake of upholding “self-expression,” a social faux pas is no problem. Hey, why social il faut?

It’s time for a rethinking of dignity. We are constantly preaching human rights, equality, freedom, truth, and justice for all. Perhaps if we learn how to treat our own image, countenance, language, and action with dignity, we might be able to translate that over on to the rest of humanity.