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It's Red Thursday Harrisites, you come expecting everything from reddish-orange to a purposeful shade of claret. Here is something in the middle, taken by ljcybergal, a very pleasant long exposure:

Hello again old friend, I have saved you your seat. The warmest of chairs for the warmest of hues, it's Monday Yellow:

she heard tales about saving grapefruit skins for cooking
she grew bright under the neon dragon of Chinatown
she made saffron curry rice for friends
she attended a barbecue in Amarillo, Texas
she stepped around yellow piss in snow
she cut herself on a Hawaiian pineapple
she learned to name forsythia where it grew
visions of ochre and citronella eluded

Art: Proserpina
Words: Frances Chung - The Great American Yellow Poem

Firstly I want to say a warm hello to everyone reading Sirharris.com via my RSS feed. I mention it periodically, little interest is generated, but one by one people have come on-board. Well done.

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Next, I've just taken part in Ally's frappr map, what a great idea. I have set up a map of my own (ignore the fact it says I live in Warwick and not neighbouring Leamington Spa, frappr just doesn't believe Leamington exists).

Locate yourself on my map: frappr - Sirharris

It is Red Thursday, a moment stolen from time, and now owned by el7bara, fantastic:

Monday Yellow:

One pearly day in early May I walked upon the sand
And saw, say half a mile away, a man with gun in hand.
A dog was cowering to his will as slow he sought to creep
Upon a dozen ducks so still they seemed to be asleep.

When like a streak the dog dashed out, the ducks flashed up in flight.
The fellow gave a savage shout and cursed with all his might.
Then as I stood somewhat amazed and gazed with eyes agog,
With bitter rage his gun he raised and blazed and shot the dog.

You know how dogs can yelp with pain; its blood soaked in the sand,
And yet it crawled to him again, and tried to lick his hand.
"Forgive me Lord for what I've done," it seemed as if it said,
But once again he raised his gun -- this time he shot it dead.

What could I do? What could I say? 'Twas such a lonely place.
Tongue-tied I watched him stride away, I never saw his face.
I should have bawled the bastard out, a yellow dog he slew.
But worse, he proved beyond a doubt that - I was yellow too.

Art: R nd R - Untitled
Words: Robert Service - Yellow

Here is an interesting video which is, obviously, nothing unsuitable for you and your workplace. I shall not share any commentary, but instead suggest you give it just the few minutes involved to have a quick watch. I'm interested in your comments, but in return require that you do watch it to the end. Clearly there is no point us discussing something till you've heard the argument.

Learn about meat

"Tis the season", and all that.

Something tall, crisp, and definitely out of the ordinary for today's Red Thursday. From the fantastically abstract creative property of TwistedTigger, here is one to really enjoy:



Red Thursday is almost curating itself, I'm like the child who knows the ending, barely able to resist revealing too much.

Thank you for joining me again at the doorway to another working week. I trust your weekend performed how you wanted and so I shall delay no further with today's Monday Yellow.

The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropt
The awful Cutlery

Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The Apparatus of the Dark
To ignorance revealed.

Art: Gail On The Web - Miss Maddy Ditches Her Socks
Words: Emily Dickinson - The Lightning is a Yellow Fork

After feeling a mixture of physical revulsion and bitterness, I felt it only suitable to share these feelings somewhat. Just this once I'm going to dedicate my Friday posting to something less inane than usual.

I enjoy art in all its forms, beautiful music, energetic plays, invigorating art work, but none of this is truly possible, free from needless boundary, unless society shares a few fundamental values with one another.

One of these is a life without fear, something we can all enjoy and have a fundamental right to.

I'd like to direct you to Ally's Ducking for Apples, as a member of Amnesty I have a vested interest in the research she quotes. I feel we owe it to all the people we care about to be informed.

Abuse of any sort is intolerable. I encourage you to lend whatever exposure you may to this important issue.

Red Thursday has begun with the help of the borrowed photography of Tzatziki: