Word: joking
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...presidential candidates. The Rev. Al Sharpton, who ran for president in 2004, informed Biden, who called to apologize, that he takes a bath every day. Sharpton is good at moments like this. He manages to declare himself available for compensatory pandering, without pretending that he doesn't get the joke. But generally, the first thing that happens when someone commits a boner like this is that everybody else - political rivals, journalists, news junkies, even his or her own staff - has a good laugh. Then everybody declares how saddened they are or how angry they are, and demands an apology...
...particularly intriguing aspect of consciousness is the pleasure of hearing a melody, reading Shakespeare, discovering an idea or appreciating a good joke. Moreover, most people are endowed with compassion toward others. Nothing in biological or physical science teaches us how to synthesize that kind of consciousness. How could those attributes arise unless they were already in nature? If assemblages of neurons cannot be viewed as the building blocks of consciousness, then consciousness must be a primary principle...
...arrived on the interview scene. Kennerly, who was official White House photographer during the Ford Administration, shot this week's cover. Says Henry: "I was shy, distant and respectful with Simon, and I got shy, distant, respectful responses. But Kennerly burst in like a rocket and was full of jokes. I was fascinated to see Simon joke back. They got along famously in mock combative style...
...Simon aged (he is now 59), he increasingly felt a longing that comes to many creative people in later life: the urge for a deeper resonance between present and past, between work and an inner sense of self. And so he subtly but surely changed careers. America's master joke-meister moved away from the neatly rounded, readily palatable social comment that had made him the world's most popular living playwright. He stopped setting plays among hip and prosperous insiders like himself, dwelling in the Meccas of Manhattan or Beverly Hills. He began instead to evoke the bygone lives...
Moments after the curtain has risen, a puckish young man called Eugene Morris Jerome bounds into his Brooklyn family home, shaking with cold, and tells his grandfather an impromptu joke about the weather: "I saw a man kissing his wife on the corner, and they got stuck to each other. Mr. Jacobs, the tailor, is blowing hot steam on them." His grandfather, as always, sees nothing funny in Eugene's whimsy. Weeks later, Eugene moves out to start a new life as a comedy writer for network radio in Manhattan. His grandfather, ever wary of affection, wonders whether he will...