By the waters of Babylon by the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept and wept for thee Zion We sat down and wept we sat down and wept we s...

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for...

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Good anagrams almost make sense, and are more than just Scrabble-esque word jumbles. To the purist, they're scramblings of famous peopl...

Quoted from Candyblog, the delectable link I provided yesterday. One of the best blogs I've seen in any category. Liquorice is not to ...

Let's chew dem-dar caramels, shall we? Don Draper it ain't, but this is interesting copy reflecting the spirit of the times (maybe l...

Not that I have any particular way with images, except that I love to manipulate them. I found an astonishing picture of John and Paul ea...

This is one of those experiences that is impossible to describe. Just a manifestation of my desire to connect with a meaningful God? You dec...

Ah yes, Georges Melies. I keep encountering him, this odd little Frenchie/genius. The other night (I still have a hangover from it), Turner...

Every year, around the time of my birthday, the anticipation began to build. For some magical reason, the Mary Martin stage version of Peter...

I think it started in Grade 3, which is to say, 3 - 4 (I had, in the parlance of the day, "skipped" and was doing two grades in on...

This is without a doubt one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. I was casting around YouTube to try to find an orchestral versio...

I'm not used to having my most cherished fantasies come true. As always, there's a story behind this-all. At some point in my Mad Me...

I lost the Turkey Song ! I posted it, but I can't seem to find it in my old posts, even though it's listed under Oct. 22. So here it...

Hermann Goering, one of the worst distortions of humanity ever to live, was once famously quoted as saying, "Every time I see the Fuhr...

Martin Scorsese, Martin Scorsese A little Italian let’s praise today: The Topo Gigio of pictures, let’s say. When Taxi Driver comes on TV, I...

My life would not be the same without the Stooges. Every afternoon after the rigours of school, I'd flop down with my bag of Oreo cookie...

To a young child Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care fo...