AgProv
Doctor of Disorientation Studies, UnseenUniversity
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I could think of a better title, given time, but there doesn't seem to be a thread to attach this little oddness to.
Story: spent this afternoon in Chester to catch up with old friends. Relaxed, cheerful, pleasant day. I even managed to fit in a visit to the local hobby shop to buy paints - with a particular project in mind I wanted to replenish bright, vivid, colours, and bought primary red, blue and yellow, or as near as I could get, along with a fairly lurid lavender purple. The rest of the bag consisted of the boring everyday practical colours for my sort of modelling and painting (various skin tones for figure work). These come in identically sized and sealed plastic bottles about three inches tall - the idea being that after agitating to mix the pigments, they are then squeezed directly onto the palette . ((So well sealed that I had no worries about putting them directly into my pocket, in fact!) I walked out of the shop, transaction completed, with a deep coat pocket containing nine bottles of paint. Zipped it up, and those bottles would then have shaken themselves around randomly in my pocket.
Scroll forwards about twenty minutes; one friend is in the middle of a long phone call to the mechanic repairing his car. The rest of us are marking time to let him finish. For want of something to do I put my hand in my coat pocket, and remembered the paint bottles were in there. I ran one over my fingers and thought "This is the blue." I took the bottle out. The bright primary blue. I put it back, and picked another.
"Oh, this is that God-awful shade of lavender purple." (These was a definite need for this for a particular painting task...)
It was that God-awful shade of lavender purple.
The next prediction was for a random choice of vivid scarlet red to come out of the magic pocket, followed by canary yellow... right every time, something like a dozen choices at random.
I wondered if I could turn this about a little and begin by saying to myself, even before reaching into my pocket "I am going to pick out the bright primary red" and rummage for the correct bottle - this worked too.
Now I remember reading about a "Colour Therapist" who made the extravagant claim that all colours have their specific vibration and that even with a blindfold on, people can use their fingertips to "see" in colour. I'd always doubted that: seemed a little far-fetched. (There's a bit in one of Colin Wilson's Occult-series bricks about something like this? But that's all I can remember. )
So.. that's my little mystery for today. Still trying to figure it out.
Story: spent this afternoon in Chester to catch up with old friends. Relaxed, cheerful, pleasant day. I even managed to fit in a visit to the local hobby shop to buy paints - with a particular project in mind I wanted to replenish bright, vivid, colours, and bought primary red, blue and yellow, or as near as I could get, along with a fairly lurid lavender purple. The rest of the bag consisted of the boring everyday practical colours for my sort of modelling and painting (various skin tones for figure work). These come in identically sized and sealed plastic bottles about three inches tall - the idea being that after agitating to mix the pigments, they are then squeezed directly onto the palette . ((So well sealed that I had no worries about putting them directly into my pocket, in fact!) I walked out of the shop, transaction completed, with a deep coat pocket containing nine bottles of paint. Zipped it up, and those bottles would then have shaken themselves around randomly in my pocket.
Scroll forwards about twenty minutes; one friend is in the middle of a long phone call to the mechanic repairing his car. The rest of us are marking time to let him finish. For want of something to do I put my hand in my coat pocket, and remembered the paint bottles were in there. I ran one over my fingers and thought "This is the blue." I took the bottle out. The bright primary blue. I put it back, and picked another.
"Oh, this is that God-awful shade of lavender purple." (These was a definite need for this for a particular painting task...)
It was that God-awful shade of lavender purple.
The next prediction was for a random choice of vivid scarlet red to come out of the magic pocket, followed by canary yellow... right every time, something like a dozen choices at random.
I wondered if I could turn this about a little and begin by saying to myself, even before reaching into my pocket "I am going to pick out the bright primary red" and rummage for the correct bottle - this worked too.
Now I remember reading about a "Colour Therapist" who made the extravagant claim that all colours have their specific vibration and that even with a blindfold on, people can use their fingertips to "see" in colour. I'd always doubted that: seemed a little far-fetched. (There's a bit in one of Colin Wilson's Occult-series bricks about something like this? But that's all I can remember. )
So.. that's my little mystery for today. Still trying to figure it out.
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