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
- Name: Cicily Corbett
- 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.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday, June 23, 2012
We didn't stay too long. I had already spent a full day in Connecticut before heading up to Goshen, Alma had poison ivy in her eye from working on the set of Labor Day, and Chris was worried about leaving his dog alone for too long. We had eaten and drunk our fill, danced, sat around the fire pit with old friends, scored a couple of deep massages, seen Richard's latest installations, and watched the moon rise. We were picking our way carefully in the pitch dark, trying to find our car, and this is what we stumbled upon. A woman watering metal trees in the moonlight with a big watering can.
The woman is Antoinette Reed of Cummington and the sculptures are part of her exhibit of "Soul Trees," with Robyn Cummings. They're mostly copper, with glass, marble, and found objects worked into them. Anyone who's been up to the Three Sisters Sanctuary will understand how well these fit into the landscape there. And anyone who hasn't visited really should. There'll be an opening June 30, catered by Bread Euphoria (yum), Blue House Café (yum), the Old Creamery (yum), and Sherry Berry Catering (don't know them, but I assume yum). The event's from 2 till 8, so you won't need a camera flash to see what's in the garden.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
So four of us cousins went to the Golden Gavel in South Windsor, Connecticut last Thursday, after the seafood dinner was out of the way. The auction was rather disappointing: lots of collectibles, like baseball cards and coins, and what appeared to be an endless parade of repossessed furniture from someplace like Raymour and Flanigan or Ethan Allen. Boring bedroom sets, hutches and so forth...almost none of that funky Victoriana I've grown to love so much. All Sandy wanted was one of the trays of junky jewelry. She had spotted some enormous fake emerald ring she liked, and a couple of pairs of earrings. I never even bother with the costume jewelry--I've got enough to start my own store already, and never wear any of it.
Somebody bid five dollars for the tray, she bid ten, and that was that. Sandra was happy. We got so bored after that, we decided to cash out. Sandy dug out the half-dozen items she liked and announced she was leaving the rest, as not even worth carrying onto the plane. I asked the attendant for a loupe and examined the remaining pieces to see if anything was signed. And what should I spot, under some mismatched clip earrings, but a diamond solitaire set in 18-carat gold. That will probably pay for her whole trip!
Geri and I divvied up the discards. I ended up with two lockets, a large crystal, a sterling silver Claddagh ring, a compass on a fob, chains, necklaces, earrings, brooches, etc., etc. Here's just some of my share in the photo. It doesn't look half bad cleaned up. I'll probably accessorize not myself, but my house with it. Or make Taz a fancy collar. Meanwhile, I learned my lesson. From now on I won't turn my nose up at those crappy trays anymore.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Who's on My Side?
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Fermat's Last Tango
At least one of us thought that this musical inspired by Andrew Wiles and his proof of Fermat's Last Theorem was hilarious. In it, Daniel Keane (a.k.a. Wiles) solves the most famous problem in math (a solution to Pierre de Fermat's 1637 theorem "the equation xn + yn = zn has no solution when x, y and z are postive whole numbers and n is a whole number greater than 2"). Then Fermat himself appears to him and points out a hole in the proof. Eventually Keane corrects his proof, but not before a couple of trips to the AfterMath, where he meets Pythagoras, Euclid, Newton, and Gauss.
If you like catchy tunes with phrases like “Taniyama-Shimura conjecture” worked into the lyrics, this is the show for you. If, like the other one of us, you don't especially care for musicals of any stripe, it's at least a bit of a math history refresher. Meanwhile I can always dream that Cervantes, Shakespeare, Molière or Pound will show up from wherever dead writers go and reassure me that I have even more exciting evenings to look forward to between now and whenever I kick the bucket.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
I went to a German site to get some tips for overcoming this torpor I can't seem to shake. I should've known better. Suggestions: take cold showers, take a trip to the mountains, exercise, clean the house, eat chocolate. Leave it to the Germans! As a people, they are unfailingly efficient, orderly, and energetic. You have die Frühjahrsmüdigkeit? No, no, don't take a nap! Take a cold shower and get on with it!
Well, I'm not German, and I'm too darned tired for any of those things, except the eating chocolate one. I think I'll have a Snickers bar and go to bed.
Labels: die Frühjahrsmüdigkeit
Today was the third annual Author Fair at the Springfield Central Library. I LOVE walking a block or two to a nice event that doesn't cost anything....it's one of the perks of living downtown. (I've only filled my gas tank once since September!) So over I went.
The beautiful library rotunda was filled with tables, behind which sat local authors with copies of their books, their business cards, and whatever other items they wanted to display. Randy Purinton had articles and research materials pertinent to his Civil-War-era non-fiction book, It Hasteth Away, Husein Muhammad had rocks painted to look like the ones in his children's book The Man, Blanche Jackson-Hill had lollipops and Monopoly money for Straight to the Point Financing, Gerry Garner had beautiful bonsai.
Ms. Garner--GGGG, she calls herself, for Great-Grandmother Gerry Garner--was so vivacious and interesting, I talked to her for over half an hour. Her book, Generations Build the Future: Positives Needed Now! is a collection of life lessons from people across the age spectrum. (I feel I'm not doing the book justice by my description, but I've yet to read it!)
Gerry Garner recently started a group for authors, and I intend to join it. I'm hoping some of her energy will rub off on me. She's trim, petite, old enough to be a great-grandmother, but incredibly vigorous. She really packs a lot in a small package. Come to think of it, kind of like her bonsai.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Dear IRS: Have a Nice Day!
I was so happy, I pasted smiley faces on the envelope. To the IRS worker, or robot, who ends up dealing with my payment....have a nice day!!!