Rythmical Rants in the Anthills Upstairs

China in Soft Purple

Wow -- I was just prompted by this infernal machine to update my blog (Space Odyssey's Hal Returns). Ok, so, I'm sitting here thinking I have nothing to say, except to my right (I'm at work and sitting at my desk), I notice my little plastic globe. My girlfriend had bought it explicitly for my desk (because, as she said, "Isn't this what professors have on their desks?") "English professors?" I asked. Anyway, this globe is slightly larger than the palm of my hand, which is somewhat ironic. It also sits on a plastic mount and the equater line is a thick black band slicing through the world like a pizza cutter blade. Anyway, I find myself looking at the globe often during the day -- as a break when I grade papers, my eyes drift over to whatever color strikes my fancy in that moment -- China, usually, which is a soft purple, but on some days India, which is Halloween orange. I'm sure some writer out there could find some sort of symbolic meaning in all this; unfortuantely, I have to go to class so I won't have time to put it all together. But this meaningless verbal jaunt will hopefully satisfy Hal's circuits temporarily at least.