A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Baby Limbs?

Glimpsed in the parking lot of Whole Foods: this made-over Mitsubishi, cheerily painted with a different theme on each section. The hood, not visible in this photograph, is a Jackson Pollock-style drizzle of various colors of paint. The interior is filled with everything from fuzzy dice to Day of the Dead figurines to a rubber duckie on the dashboard. Slogans and admonitions are painted all over, in several languages. One reads: "I wouldn't want to be normal even if I knew what it is." Another says: "Get a little crazy." Still another, "Unfait lamour."

The roof of the car has a checkerboard painted on it, with a game in progress. Somewhat disturbingly, doll limbs project from a couple of the black squares.

Not my style at all, but at least it's somebody's style. Better than a beat-up boring beige sedan. Too bad, though, that when people break away from the pack in the slightest, they feel the need to proclaim themselves crazy.