An outrageous but colorful pun

xkcd 1814 Color Pattern:

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As it turns out, “That’s Amore” has a history on this blog, but this is a new direction.

(Hat tip to Alon Lischinsky.)

On moiré patterns, from Wikipedia:

In mathematics, physics, and art, a moiré pattern … or moiré fringes are large scale interference patterns that can be produced when an opaque ruled pattern with transparent gaps is overlaid on another similar pattern. For the moiré interference pattern to appear, the two patterns must not be completely identical in that they must be displaced, rotated, etc., or have different but similar pitch.

The term originates from moire (moiré in its French adjectival form), a type of textile, traditionally of silk but now also of cotton or synthetic fiber, with a rippled or “watered” appearance.

Antique moiré silk:

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And a painting from an “Eye-Popping Moiré Pattern Paintings by Anoka Faruqee” site:

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“That’s Amore”. Oh, those gilded words: “When the moon hits your eye /
Like a big pizza pie, that’s amore”, transformed in yet another way. Previously on ths blog:

from 3/8/12, “Lunar matters”: Scenes from a Multiverse burlesque of “That’s Amore” (“When the moons hit your eye, / Like a big pizza party, that’s polygamy”)

from 10/16/15, “Pasta fazool”: the Dean Martin recording of “That’s Amore”

from 10/17/15, “That’s a moray”: eels a-plenty

2 Responses to “An outrageous but colorful pun”

  1. Robert Coren Says:

    One thing this strip made me wonder is what pronunciation Munroe is envisioning for “moiré”. Of course, any approximation (I can think offhand of three likely possibilities) works reasonably well.

    • arnold zwicky Says:

      Yes, whatever pronunciation you give to ‘moiré”, the result’s almost surely an imperfect pun. But there’s nothing wrong with that; many people, in fact, find imperfect puns decidedly more entertaining than perfect ones.

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