Archive for April 11th, 2009
Mel’s Color Commentary: Day One
by Mel on Apr.11, 2009, under Next Exit: US of A
Color of the Day:
All the colors of the rainbow, hidden away underneath the windy city at a very unlikely place.
When you have to change Terminals at Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport, it might just happen that you have to go from Terminal 2 to Terminal 3. To do so, you would have to cross one of the landing strips and in order to save some hapless tourists, the architects devised an underground tunnel. This tunnel is fitted with huge glass pannels on both sides with frosted glass, which is illuminated from behind in all colors of the rainbow, creating a real nice, just slightly psychedelic atmosphere.
Mel’s Color Commentary: Prelude
by Mel on Apr.11, 2009, under Next Exit: US of A
There’s a children’s book in Germany about a mouse called Frederick. He is living with his family of mice on a field somewhere. It’s fall and all the other mice are out and about to collect food for the winter, while Frederick just sits on a stone and collects colors. The green of grass, the blue of the sky, the red of strawberries… you get the picture. Unappreciated as many "weirdos" are, his mice family is making fun of him. In the middle of the winter, when supplies got scarce and all the mice are freezing and getting depressed, Frederick shares his stock: he tells the other mice about the greens, blues and reds and although that doesn’t really increase the amount of available food, the other mice feel much better and all of them emerge from their den in spring.
Now, I am a Frederick. Always have been and it’s a shame that I cannot draw or paint. But I will try anyway. So, for this trip, aside from Colin’s daily blog, I will write a short piece about the "Color of the Day". In our scrap book about the trip, I plan to complement that with a little watercolor / drawing… let’s see how that works out.
Back in the US
by Nevok on Apr.11, 2009, under Next Exit: US of A
Alright. I admit it. I am not as young as I used to be…but who is?
Seriously. Those nine (9!!!) hours time difference I suffered through from Germany to this here place, Phoenix, Arizona, are rough. True, I didn’t sleep much and am accordingly now a whooping 24hrs up and around, 15 hrs of this flight time alone, not counting waits inbetween and what not…yeah, I will happily plop into that bed that lets me dial how hard the mattress should be (SOOOO good…).
