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2003-07-23 - 8:15 p.m. No blue fans Today, on the way to work, I was carrying a fan. You know, I should learn to start stories in the beginning. Let me start by saying that, as a form of habit and bad luck when it comes to my closet, I tend to wear a lot of blue. Blue jeans, blue shirts. Blue bookbag and blue watch. Blue sneakers. I am blue. I am awashed in blue, despite of my love of prints and red and black and peach and cream. I, sadly to say, wear blue. This morning, as I got dressed for work, was no exception. A blue shirt, tied-dyed a bit to have striped of white across my chest. Dark blue capris, comfy and stretching so that I don't feel completely constricted. The silver watch with the light blue face. The black shoulder bag with light blue interior. And the light blue sneaks. It was hot this morning, so I thought that I should grab a fan before I start my 30 minute walk through the humidity. Unfortunately, in my small collection of fans, I have no blue ones, only two with a tea-ish green/brown combination and a girlish pink one with a golden chain. Both utterly clashed, of course, but I felt a bit more sophisticated with the pink one in my hand, its golden chain heavy, ending with a pink faux pearl. Of course, on the way to work, I thought about the possibilities of the fan as a weapon, and I was able to think of at least two video fighting games that featured characters with fans (Guilty Gear and Mortal Kombat, yeah). I know that I would never fare well in a fight to the death with someone with a sword while I'm stuck with a few fans, however sharp and metal or big and electric, but hey, it's nice to dream, no? But fans, Spanish, Asian or otherwise, are great, no? I could go on and on about them... so I'll just stop here. The Past - Guestbook - The Future, Too |