Each night father fills me with dread As he sits at the foot of my bed I don’t mind that he speaks In gibbers and squeaks But for seventeen years he’s been dead. From The Listing Attic, Edward Gorey. Circa 1954. For some gory Gorey, see my Compulsions. Happy Halloween. …
Conversation With Myself
Batting a head continually against anything causes the brain to waffle back and forth inside the skull. This can cause bruising, and repeated bruising can cause brain damage. I get it. What I’m not clear on is why we are having congressional hearings about the situation. We struggle with making …
Things That Go Bump in the Night, They Bite they Bite
We never really celebrated Halloween when I was a child, at least not the way it is done here. My love of the the frightening and the macabre came not from trick or treating and scary Halloween stories, but from literature. If you’ve been here awhile you know of my …
A Closet With A View, And Other Saturday Evening Sundries
Sundries for an early Saturday night. In his article Rise of Nuclear Alarmism, John Mueller (Woody Hayes Chair of National Security Studies at the Mershon Center for International Security Studies), asks and answers “how we learned to start worrying and fear the bomb — and why we don’t have to”. …


