Color
 
The yellow of the leaves of the tree near the corner of Washington Avenue and Fair Street was such an attraction that I stopped the van and gathered up a double handful and tucked them into a bag in my briefcase.  Wish I knew enough about tree species to tell you what kind they were.  Yellow, bright yellow, vibrant and swirling with the fall gusts.  Just couldn't help it.

I have been getting questions about what happened to this site.  To understand the answer, you need to go back and read the journal entries on the previous page.  The way I felt then, black felt right.  And once I felt better, I felt freed from color, and started doing stuff, stuff that I like.

So now, maybe it's time to do the color thing again.  Try and find some freedom with color.  Course, freedom might get a little too free.  Watch out!
 

    kishka

    1.  Intestines.
    2.  A sausagelike comestible of meat, flour, and spices stuffed into an intestin casing, and baked.
    3.  A water hose (colloquial, and vivid enough).

    Mrs. Gershenbaum, in Moscow, sent a telegram to her husband , in Kiev:

      SAYS TO OPERATE.  OPERATE.
    Mr. Gershenbaum replied:
      SAYS TO OPERATE.  OPERATE.
    The police promptly arrested Gershenbaum:  "What secret code are you using?"
    "No code," said Gershenbaum.
    "Do you take us for fools?  Just read these telegrams!"
    "Well, my wife is sick in the kishkas.  So she went to Moscow to see a famous surgeon, and she wired me: 'Says to operate.  Operate?'  So I replied, 'Says to operate?  Operate!'"
    --Leo Rosten, The Joys of Yiddish