Maybe I missed the memo, but from where I sat, December 2009 was the holiday season of less red and more purple. Everywhere I would have expected to see jolly people wearing red sweaters, they wore purple. Okay, not everywhere, but lots of places, even in Columbus, Ohio.
Purple makes me happy. I have nothing against red; I like red a lot. But there’s something intrinsically better about purple. It’s more moody, more saturated, more winey. Bacchus would probably agree, and who am I to disagree with Bacchus?
Yes, I am of Prince’s “Purple Rain” generation, so there’s that, too.
Rebecca Kuder 
groovy pic!! :)
Gotta love the interweb. ;)
You know how I feel about purple. I don’t limit myself to one favorite color any more than I limit myself to one favorite food, or song, or book, or word, but if I simply HAD to choose a color for some reason, it would be purple. I love the richness but also the cultural subversiveness it conjurs. The association with Dionysus is part of it. His call to embrace the wild, the passionate, the space between boundaries is involved. Purple opens up space in fun ways. Some time you might want to check Judy Grahn’s book “Another Mother Tongue” if only for her chapter on purple and what it’s meant to Queer people all over the world.
Sweet, Patrick. And also, the map of the US that’s not red or blue, but shades of purple… I love that.