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carbonite, colors, and cutting out the agent



it looks like one of the huts finally found han solo and had him frozen in carbonite (again).  how do we know this?  NASA has found him.  on mercury.  you can read about it





also, if you're having trouble concentrating, you need more of the color orange in your life.  seriously.  further research has shown that if you are having trouble dealing with the awful beginning to the football season by the steelers, or the way the pirates are laying an egg againt the padres, or the sad last desperate moments of the yankees season, you need more agentorange in your life.  agent orange records, that is.  where we never stop.  we keep on hoping.  we never give up.  we die trying. 

oh, and we change our name.  that's right.  i am getting rid of the agentorangerecords moniker.  it is long overdue.  it is too closely associated with a chemical and war and terrible cost to life, and i am no longer willing to be (even accidently) associated with it.  so i am slowly moving away from it.  you'll notice that the title at the top of the page now says: the unlikely orange.  i'm not sure if i'm going to stick with that or not, but if you have an idea for my blog name that you think does a decent job of capturing my "voice" here in this tiny corner of the interwebs, put it in the comments.  maybe i'll pick it!  at some point i'll probably change my url, too, as i just want to get rid of all the agentorange stuff. 

what's in a name? 

it's a good question, to tell the truth, and i want something that better suits me, my words, and my presence here in these pixels. 

so please help me.  what kind of moniker would best work for this blog?  it doesn't have to include the word "orange" either.  maybe i need a new direction....

Comments

monica said…
orange you glad you're reading this blog?

or agent tangerine?

sorry, no help here
monica said…
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Anonymous said…
Okay...it took me a few days, but what about a name that relates more to who you are or the way you think (which is what you write about) more than just what you like (the color orange). I don't know how you use it, but a blog with the word(s) 'juxtaposition' or 'asking questions' sounds like you.
well, thank you, anonymous. i appreciate the thoughtful response. and i hear you. i think part of the thing with orange is not so much that i "like" it, but that it has been an identifying thing for me. people have long associated me with the color orange, for a variety of reasons. truth be told, though, that association seems to be in the autumn of its life. i hardly wear any orange any more (mostly black and yellow!). so, you might be onto something...maybe i need to shed the connection to orange completely, and go with something that more accurately points to my personality/writing. you've got me thinking this morning...thank you!

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