Monday, July 29, 2013

First there is nothing, and then there is a deep nothing, and beyond that there’s a deep blue.

Lord Pudding in Yorkshire reports that he is blue at the prospect of turning 60 in the fall, and Carol in Cairns (which is in Far North Queensland, you know) is reflecting on turning 50 soon, saying, “I have raised my son on my own and he is finishing school this year, so what about me now?” (I can’t tell whether she is feeling blue too or merely being petulant.)

But where does that leave me, your ever-faithful correspondent, at 72 and 1/3, I ask you? Very blue? Over the hill, even?


If I were going to be blue, I would want to go whole hog and be Yves Klein Blue (4:45). (Warning: There may be a bit of nudity in that clip.)

On the one hand, you can be very hot Yves Klein Blue as in this rock band of that name from Australia (4:09). (Warning: There may be a bad word or two in that clip, but the lyrics go by so fast it’s really difficult to tell.)

On the other hand, you can be very cool Blue Yves Klein as in this jazz offering (5:41). (Warning: There may be a bit of nudity in that clip too, but most of it is chiseled in stone.)

There really are no other choices. Just very hot Yves Klein Blue or very cool Blue Yves Klein.

Oh, wait, there is also Far North Queensland...

...where Cairns is several other shades of blue (click to enlarge):

(Image by Frances76, published in accordance with the GNU Free Documentation license, Version 1.2)

I have no idea what this post means.

But it doesn’t have to have meaning.

It just is.

[Editor’s note. In the void -- the deep, blue void -- created in our corner of Blogland by the sudden and unexpected hiatus that began on 5 May last of Katherine de Chevalle, our artist friend in New Zealand (her blog is called The Last Visible Dog), this post is presented in the fervent hope that she will soon return to these environs to instruct us more properly in the visual arts so that all of us, in turn, can extricate ourselves from our deep, blue malaise. --RWP]


Yorkshire Pudding said...

Thanks for cheering us up. Whatever it is you are taking, can you send me some?

rhymeswithplague said...

Yorkshire Pudding, I am just high on life, that's all. And you're welcome, I'm sure.

Carol in Cairns said...

Sir Robert of Peach Tree, how could anyone be blue when there are people out there like yourself. You are a true gentleman. In Australia we have these people called Living Treasures, and I hereby bequeath that honorary title on you.

Hoping you and Lady RWP did not over indulge on birthday cake yesterday.

Hilltophomesteader said...

You're making my brown eyes blue here. I've NO idea what on earth you're talking about. I can't drum up enough imagination to even start to think what you're talking about. Off I go to practical coffee. Now if you had expounded on coffee, I may have been able to participate.....

rhymeswithplague said...

Carol in Cairns, Wow! I've always wanted to be an Australian Living Treasure (actually, I've never heard of such a thing). And now I are one! Blue has to flee in the face of such honor.

Hilltopinsouthwestwashington, did you watch all three videos? In full? Enlarge the photo of Cairns? Take a peek at Katherine de Chevalle's blog? I didn't think so. The post's title, by the way, is a quotation I found part-way through the first video.

P.S. - I have no idea what on earth I'm talking about either. But that has never stopped me before.

Carol in Cairns said...

For you Sir Robert

rhymeswithplague said...

Carol (in Cairns), thank you indeed for this great honor (honour?), although I am dubious as to whether any power has been invested in you by the people of Australia.

We in the U.S.A. can be such dolts concerning people of other nations. I recognized only eleven names on the list -- Russell Crowe (15), Malcolm Fraser (28), Germaine Greer (36), Barry Humphries (45 - Dame Edna!), Nicole Kidman (51), John Landy (56), Rod Laver (57), Olivia Newton-John (69), Greg Norman (70), and Ken Rosewall (80) -- but they are all formidable folks in their respective fields and I am pleased that even one Australian considers me worthy to be named alongside them.

I love the names Ernie Dingo (20) and Evonne Goolagong Cawley (34), and Galarrwuy Yunupingu (100). Wait, I think I have heard of Evonne Goolagong also..

rhymeswithplague said...

While I am sitting here thinking about Australia, I was reminded of my stepmother's friend from there. We all referred to her -- not in her presence, mind you -- as "Big Dorothy" to distinguish her from one of my stepmother's sisters-in-law who thereafter was referred to as "Little Dorothy."

We all thought Big Dorothy was a little peculiar because she used the word "skivvies"...