December is the new August. Sure, it may not feel like August, what with the freezing fucking cold and whatnot, but it feels like August what with the empty streets, thumb-twiddling social events and the bottomlessly inane excuses for trend stories turning up in the Washington Post. Then: Neely Tucker searching for something to say about shade, "Why are there odes to the sea, to the stars, to a Grecian urn, and so few to shade?" Now: Phillip Kennicott, similarly reaching for interest in a -- dare we say "ode" -- to "gray":
We remember this from finger painting. Mix colors together and you get nasty browns and eventually black. Mix black and white together, and you get lovely gray.Yes, that is also the color that appears before our eyes when all the words blur together. You may recognize it yourself.
Geez, all that's missing is Cindy Sheehan. And the heat.
EARLIER (MUCH EARLIER, REALLY IT SEEMS LIKE YEARS AGO): Breaking: Shade Cool! Sun Hot! [Wonkette]
