In human color psychology, red is associated with heat, energy and blood, and emotions that stir the blood, including anger, passion, and love.
Red is frequently used as a symbol of guilt or sin, often as connected with blood or sex.
The color red is associated with lust, passion, love, and beauty as well.
Red is also used as a symbol of courage and sacrifice, as in blood spilt in sacrifice or courage in the face of lethal danger.
Red catches people's attention, and is often used either in a negative way to indicate danger and emergency, or in a positive way in advertising to gain more viewers, or in nature, as a ripe fruit announces its readiness with its red color.
In China, red is the symbol of fire and the south (both south in general and Southern China specifically). It carries a largely positive connotation, being associated with courage, loyalty, honor, success, fortune, fertility, happiness, passion, and summer.
In Japan, red is a traditional color for a heroic figure.
In Central Africa Ndembu warriors rub themselves with red during celebrations.
Then of course there is red meat, red velvet cake, red pepper, red wine, Red Stripe, red plums, red grapes, red onions; darn. Now I am getting hungry! Gotta go eat.
It seems as if the weekend visit to MoMA is still reverberating. The red room recalls not only a Matisse or two in the collection, but Picasso in his pink period, and some of the MoMA's color field paintings as well. The fish eye lens plus the photo-in-the-mirror effect makes it all appropriately surreal.
SO, it's the history of 20th century painting, all in one photo.
oooh.... It reminds me of all the pretty girls listening to New Wave in the back of bars years back. Arms that were braceleted and white and bare; but in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair.
Then as now, they would come and go, talking of Michelangelo. But they did not speak to me. (Was it perfume from her dress that made me so digress? )
It was then I first saw the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
Ummmm. Sorry to go all Prufrocky. Red does that to me sometimes.
Hey thanks. I could not remember the name. The old Polish restaraunt I used to frequent must have added or done something to make it look more appetizing. It was not black, but it was delicious.
thinking of czernina makes me gag. But it was homemade when i was young and their were holidays to be remembered. I have fonder memories to compensate.
Stop posting pictures of your neighborhood. Or at least be a little careful about which ones you post.
After that series of fisheye shots you did out the window of your apartment last week, me and a Brooklyn friend were able to find your building within about five minutes. You couldn't miss the park if you tried.
And if I -- who has no sense of direction whatsoever -- could find the place, so could somebody who doesn't like you as much as I do, if you know what I mean.
"What the fuck difference does that make, apart from proving you're an asshole?"
Wow. Switch to decaf. You admitted that you and your friend, for some reason, sat around for hours triangulating Althouse's co-ordinates and I'm the one with the problem? Again, why do you assume that Althouse isn't smart enough to have figured out how to protect herself on and offline?
You don't get it dude. The professor is fully versed in the martial arts and is a fifth degree black belt. She often strides around Brooklyn Heights in her leather cat suit in thigh high boots and raincoat. Think a shorter Emma Peel.
hugo z scuminasuit said... Not only are you an asshole, but apparently you can't read. I said it took all of five minutes...
Hey, you are the one who decided to stalk. You are the one who decided to post your stalking. Now, you are the one to insult people who make comments on your silly behavior?
OK. I agree with Palladian. So I guess I am an asshole too. But guess what hugo? Palladian and I may be assholes, but we are not ordinary assholes, and the worst thing in life you can be is ordinary. Just like you!
Hmm, resorts instantly to invective, and the only other web results for "Hugo Z. Scuminasuit" are from Atrios' comments section left by.... Guess who!?
I believe his real name is actually Hugo Z. Scuminasuit. [posted by] steve simels | Homepage | 08.20.07 - 5:03 pm | #
And:
The funniest article they ever did, however, was by a guy who used to deliberately get himself on junk-mail lists under idiotic names. My faves were Lanolin R. Fruitbat, and Hugo Z. Scuminasuit. [posted by] steve simels | 12.25.05 - 12:27 am | #
And:
Of course, maybe this isn't my real name. I could actually be Lanolin R. Fruitbat. Or Hugo Z. Scuminasuit. What do you think? [posted by] steve simels | 12.31.05 - 1:40 pm | #
...
What do I think? I think "Hugo Z. Scuminasuit" and "Lanolin R. Fruitbat" (remember that idiot from a few weeks ago?) are actually our favorite little sourpuss, Steve Simels!
"Ann's inviting a stalker."
Oh she's not looking for one. She's already got an online one in you, simels.
Sounds like an ordianry parasitic disease cause by the intake of too many bong hits along with healthy doses of crack. This is your brain. Scuminasuit is your brain on drugs.
We should do a blog remake of Jodie Foster's The Brave One, with Ann Althouse, Diva Bloginatrix Supreme, who unleashes her vengeful wrath on a pissy little troll stalker named Huge Stainonasuit (played by Famous Rock Writer steve simels).
Watch the blogfeathers fly, as Huge is cut down by rapidfire critiques of the dumbass steve.
Something tells me that Ann could defend herself against steve simels with just a slap to the face. Which would result in steve crying like a little girl. Which he probably is. Right, Maxine?
Guns, schmuns. Shotguns have a nasty kick and pistols are hard to aim. (Remember Diallo? Four specially trained cops fired 41 shots at point-blank range at a helpless man cornered in a doorway, and could only hit him 19 times. Pathetic.)
For reliable self-protection, a compact flamethrower is the only way to go
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A woman in a chinese restaurant,
A joy toy in Joy Toy,
A golden dumpling served with piquant sauce --
Oh boy Oh boy Oh boy!
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
From Wikipedia:
In human color psychology, red is associated with heat, energy and blood, and emotions that stir the blood, including anger, passion, and love.
Red is frequently used as a symbol of guilt or sin, often as connected with blood or sex.
The color red is associated with lust, passion, love, and beauty as well.
Red is also used as a symbol of courage and sacrifice, as in blood spilt in sacrifice or courage in the face of lethal danger.
Red catches people's attention, and is often used either in a negative way to indicate danger and emergency, or in a positive way in advertising to gain more viewers, or in nature, as a ripe fruit announces its readiness with its red color.
In China, red is the symbol of fire and the south (both south in general and Southern China specifically). It carries a largely positive connotation, being associated with courage, loyalty, honor, success, fortune, fertility, happiness, passion, and summer.
In Japan, red is a traditional color for a heroic figure.
In Central Africa Ndembu warriors rub themselves with red during celebrations.
Then of course there is red meat, red velvet cake, red pepper, red wine, Red Stripe, red plums, red grapes, red onions; darn. Now I am getting hungry! Gotta go eat.
fabulous, FABULOUS picture Ann!
You look hot in red Althouse!
It's like a late valentine's day post! :p
Middle Class Guy said...
"The color red is associated with lust, passion, love, and beauty as well."
Apt.
Good photographer with good subject equals great photo.
(Would you please get rid of that awful green/blue thing on the home page? You do yourself a disservice.)
Come on Simon. Quit deluding yourself - if Ann has not sent you a Valentine by now, this pic is not your secret Valentine.
Reminds me a little too much of the "married in hell" picture.
why so few red places on earth? is that pic taken in nyc?
It seems as if the weekend visit to MoMA is still reverberating. The red room recalls not only a Matisse or two in the collection, but Picasso in his pink period, and some of the MoMA's color field paintings as well. The fish eye lens plus the photo-in-the-mirror effect makes it all appropriately surreal.
SO, it's the history of 20th century painting, all in one photo.
I'd be embarassed to talk about shame so much.
Red is also the color of shame and embarassment.
What does a goldfish bowl look like, if you snap it with the fish eye lens?
I pull your picture up and Wham! Some damn bull tries to charge my monitor!
Thanks a lot! Pardon me while I go wave a cape at el toro maldito here...
AJ, that's called "projection," my friend: I didn't say, imply, or even think that it was aimed at me.
The Liberal observer:
Looks like the Federal budget under the Bush administration.
Simon:
Admit it, you were begging!
Then there are red sauces; Spanish, Italian, and Greek tomato sauces. There is harissa sauce too. There are those fabulous varieties of red chiles.
There is also that fabulous reddish soup the Poles make from ducks blood.
There is also red bean paste and red cabbage.
red cabbage is actually called blaukraut in many parts of germany
duck soup is brown,but really
Czernina (from the Polish word czarny - black;
oooh....
It reminds me of all the pretty girls listening to New Wave in the back of bars years back. Arms that were braceleted and white and bare; but in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair.
Then as now, they would come and go, talking of Michelangelo. But they did not speak to me. (Was it perfume from her dress that made me so digress? )
It was then I first saw the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
Ummmm.
Sorry to go all Prufrocky. Red does that to me sometimes.
“Blaukraut bleibt Blaukraut und Brautkleid bleibt Brautkleid.”
german tongue twister
red are brautkleider (wedding dresses) sometimes.
She once had red hair but when she saw her first strands of gray, she thought she'd dye.
Czernina (from the Polish word czarny - black;
Hey thanks. I could not remember the name. The old Polish restaraunt I used to frequent must have added or done something to make it look more appetizing. It was not black, but it was delicious.
Ann, red is certainly more your color than blue...
thinking of czernina makes me gag. But it was homemade when i was young and their were holidays to be remembered. I have fonder memories to compensate.
"why so few red places on earth? is that pic taken in nyc?"
My bathroom. Which is in New York.
AJ - Moi? I would never presume... [deploys coy look]
Meade said...
"She once had red hair but when she saw her first strands of gray, she thought she'd dye."
White. White, not gray. I'm sure this was addressed in a vlog or podcast, too, but they're harder to search.
Ann --
I'm saying this strictly for your own good.
Stop posting pictures of your neighborhood. Or at least be a little careful about which ones you post.
After that series of fisheye shots you did out the window of your apartment last week, me and a Brooklyn friend were able to find your building within about five minutes. You couldn't miss the park if you tried.
And if I -- who has no sense of direction whatsoever -- could find the place, so could somebody who doesn't like you as much as I do, if you know what I mean.
A word to the wise, okay?
You're assuming that Ann isn't armed.
Palladian said...
You're assuming that Ann isn't armed.
7:29 P
What the fuck difference does that make, apart from proving you're an asshole?
"What the fuck difference does that make, apart from proving you're an asshole?"
Wow. Switch to decaf. You admitted that you and your friend, for some reason, sat around for hours triangulating Althouse's co-ordinates and I'm the one with the problem? Again, why do you assume that Althouse isn't smart enough to have figured out how to protect herself on and offline?
Asshole indeed.
Palladian said...
You admitted that you and your friend, for some reason, sat around for hours triangulating Althouse's co-ordinates and I'm the one with the problem?
Not only are you an asshole, but apparently you can't read. I said it took all of five minutes...
Ann's inviting a stalker. If you think that's funny, you're even stupider than I think.
You don't get it dude. The professor is fully versed in the martial arts and is a fifth degree
black belt. She often strides around Brooklyn Heights in her leather cat suit in thigh high boots and raincoat. Think a shorter Emma Peel.
hugo z scuminasuit said...
Not only are you an asshole, but apparently you can't read. I said it took all of five minutes...
Hey, you are the one who decided to stalk. You are the one who decided to post your stalking. Now, you are the one to insult people who make comments on your silly behavior?
OK. I agree with Palladian. So I guess I am an asshole too. But guess what hugo? Palladian and I may be assholes, but we are not ordinary assholes, and the worst thing in life you can be is ordinary. Just like you!
Trooper York said...
She often strides around Brooklyn Heights in her leather cat suit in thigh high boots and raincoat. Think a shorter Emma Peel.
Which she purchases at Trooper York’s Sex Kitten Emporium.
Middle Class Guy said...
So I guess I am an asshole too.
The jokes just write themselves.
Hmm, resorts instantly to invective, and the only other web results for "Hugo Z. Scuminasuit" are from Atrios' comments section left by.... Guess who!?
I believe his real name is actually Hugo Z. Scuminasuit.
[posted by] steve simels | Homepage | 08.20.07 - 5:03 pm | #
And:
The funniest article they ever did, however, was by a guy who used to deliberately get himself on junk-mail lists under idiotic names. My faves were Lanolin R. Fruitbat, and Hugo Z. Scuminasuit.
[posted by] steve simels | 12.25.05 - 12:27 am | #
And:
Of course, maybe this isn't my real name. I could actually be Lanolin R. Fruitbat. Or Hugo Z. Scuminasuit. What do you think?
[posted by] steve simels | 12.31.05 - 1:40 pm | #
...
What do I think? I think "Hugo Z. Scuminasuit" and "Lanolin R. Fruitbat" (remember that idiot from a few weeks ago?) are actually our favorite little sourpuss, Steve Simels!
"Ann's inviting a stalker."
Oh she's not looking for one. She's already got an online one in you, simels.
scuminasuit.
Sounds like an ordianry parasitic disease cause by the intake of too many bong hits along with healthy doses of crack. This is your brain. Scuminasuit is your brain on drugs.
Palladian said...
"She's already got an online one in you, simels."
And sooner or later, Steve, online is going to catch up with offline. Count on it.
We should do a blog remake of Jodie Foster's The Brave One, with Ann Althouse, Diva Bloginatrix Supreme, who unleashes her vengeful wrath on a pissy little troll stalker named Huge Stainonasuit (played by Famous Rock Writer steve simels).
Watch the blogfeathers fly, as Huge is cut down by rapidfire critiques of the dumbass steve.
Ann we gots yor back, lady.
With scum like Simels around one can only hope that the good professor carries at least a 9mm. Preferably a .45.
Palladian:
Good frigging detective work.
You scared him off already. Lanolin Fruitbat or Steve Slimes or Scumainsuit.
The red is an interesting contrast with the blue headshot.
Maybe crop the red photo for a new headshot? I assume there's enough resolution there to zoom in that far.
i just want to know why women are so afraid of gray hair at the age of fifty?
al said...
With scum like Simels around one can only hope that the good professor carries at least a 9mm. Preferably a .45.
Rules for a gun fight:
Bring a gun.
Bring a gun with a caliber of .45 or more.
Bring your friends with guns.
Acquire your target.
Shoot to kill.
Scuminasuits, fstops, and fruitbats splattered all over the place.
A beet exploded and they never got around to wiping up.
Middle Class Guy said...
Bring your friends with guns.
Friends with guns are the best kinds of friends. :-)
Something tells me that Ann could defend herself against steve simels with just a slap to the face. Which would result in steve crying like a little girl. Which he probably is. Right, Maxine?
Hey, speaking of color, has anyone else noticed that Sen Clinton has dressed in yellow every day for the past four days? What's up with that?
Is yellow polling well in Ohio and Texas? Was there a sale on yellow pantsuits at Filene's Basement?
Guns, schmuns. Shotguns have a nasty kick and pistols are hard to aim. (Remember Diallo? Four specially trained cops fired 41 shots at point-blank range at a helpless man cornered in a doorway, and could only hit him 19 times. Pathetic.)
For reliable self-protection, a compact flamethrower is the only way to go
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