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.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Diary March 30, 1960: I Learn to Tell a Joke Properly

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"Dear Diary--

I just finished 'Special Year' (I finished another book I'd already started, then read all of that.) It was terrific.

In cooking we made peanut butter cookies, Mom likes them.

In volleyball I'm getting better, at least the ball goes up now!

I tried the joke about the 'Spiral Staircase' on Mom, and it worked! (I didn't think she was the type). It worked on Leslie, too.

Then I tried Dad. He said he didn't know what the Spiral Staircase was. Then I explained I meant a Spiral Staircase, any one. And it worked!"

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