The parking garage downtown, in which I park the Stang each day, takes up an entire city block. It has two entrances, one on 3rd and one on 4th. Because of this, the garage is split into two sections, the orange garage and the blue garage, and never the twain shall meet. What’s in orange, stays in orange, and visa versa. The elevators, convienently located at the four corners of the structure, give you access to all levels regardless of color. In that sense, the elevators are colorblind, true believers in muli-culturism.
The orange garage has all the even numbered levels and the blue all of the odd numbered levels. This fact has started to bug me the past few days. Orange just seems like an odd color to me, associated as it is with the horrendous decorating trends of the 70s. It’s also a warm color, which lends itself to the odd numbers better in my mind than its cooler brethren blue. Orange isn’t even a primary color, it is an exact mix of red and yellow, two-thirds of the primary color triumverate, of which blue is the third member.
Because of this, blue, a cool, primary color, should always be associated with even numbers.