August 11, 2010
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I’ve always considered myself a circle girl, at least growing up. The most desirable pegs had snuggling, circular holes to inhabit, the most intriguing sports utilized rubber balls, and my favorite flavor (blue raspberry) was a delectibly mythical fruit comprised of rounded juice capsules. Circular reasoning put a bead of distaste in my mouth for the shape, and in college I happened [by force, mind you] on the straightforward square. After embracing my inner creative, I opted for the rounded square, a modern and progressive variant on the black-and-white rectilinear tendency.
Despite my preferences, it seems life has afforded one consistent shape: the triangle, mascot of variation. Damn that change.
