Ok, I admit it: “I hear in color.” It’s called ‘synesthesia’, kinda rare, and I’m neither over-proud nor, on the other hand, embarrassed, to ‘come clean’. I’ve had it as long as I can remember, having to discover gradually in early grade school that not everyone was similarly afflicted. Actually, the most glaring facet of this neurological ‘crossed-wires’ syndrome is the colors of all the numbers and letters. As in: ‘Duh, how could anyone sane *NOT* notice that ‘2’ is cardinal red?!!’ Or that ‘Ab on the piano is perfectly maroon’?
I’ve learned, like most folks with various quirky abnormalities, to view it as a classic ‘Curse/ Blessing’.
The ‘curse‘ part is forcing some random, sweet-intentioned guitar-player to wonder why my face’s expression looks so much like Munch’s ‘The Scream’ when I hear his first chords, albeit in tune with-himself, but horridly ‘wrong’ according to my color-sense… Oh and God’s design also(?)
But let’s get to the ‘B is for Blessing’:
My ‘Tavor Oak’ tree just outside the bedroom window is blooming this week. A protected and threatened species here in Israel. The hum of 5000 honeybees is almost deafening.
Starting at about 6:30 AM my world is a gentle but insistent wash of light-brown water-colored hues. Can’t help but love ’em, stingers ‘n all. But by noon, 1 PM, the pitch has lowered a half-tone to Bb. A darker, but still brown shade. Like I said: ‘How could anyone not see/hear that?”
So yesterday I decided to get WIKI-ed on this. (Can anyone reading even remember how long it would have taken me, in the olde days, begging my Mum to take me to the Library in the 1953 Pontiac, go through the card catalogue, find out where they hid the :700 books, etc. Along with wasting my life on smelly tomes from the 1930s about ‘Honey Through the Ages’. And going home broken-hearted never to know that:
‘Honeybees buzz their wings at a frequency of between 190 and 250 beats per second.’
Thanks, Google! Yes, Bees sing in the key of ‘B’, until they get fattened up and tired during the day, at which stage they ‘modulate’. Yippie! Kinda like seeing Venus in the sky at night lately… and exactly where Space.com (oh, and Kepler) said it oughta be. Science works.
So yeah, another dumb Word Press-post from Solberg-the Freak-of-Nature. There’s probably a point in here, but bees, bless their hearts, are busy enough with their own problems and will prolly not click ‘Like’. Cool by me; just keep making honey. You go, girls.