I’ve been having some thoughts lately, mostly triggered by some recent events in the news. It’s about people’s language around mental il...

The New Girl in School Papa do ron-de ron-de, do ron-de ron-de, do ron-de ron-de, oo I got it bad for the new girl in s...

I've rescored some of my favorite Harold Lloyd scenes with "unusual" music. This one makes your hair stand on end.

I may have actually bought some of these, or one, back in the '60s, but only so my brother Arthur and I could make terrible fun...

Call these "un-ventions". Things the inventor should have thought twice about. Things that might even be hazardous to your...

Somehow the bleakness of Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra expresses Harold's grief at being mocked at the big dance better than ...

Another of my incongruous attempts to glom classical music onto scenes from Harold Lloyd. It almost works, in this case. This is the rac...

Experimental filmmaking at its most wretchedly primitive. I got thinking: what if I rescored some of the great moments from Harold Lloyd...

So what do you call a minister who does not  believe in God, the Bible, Jesus, the sacraments, or any of the usual tenets and accoutreme...

Come on people, come on children Come on down to the glory river Gonna wash you up, and wash you down Gonna lay the devil down, ...

My eldest granddaughter, Caitlin. I watched her get born, and now she's thirteen years old and sitting at the anchor's ...

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"I understand Trump is a polarizing figure. I understand his rise to power (first-ever president without any political or military ...

Call this an extreme example of internet strangeness. This is an excerpt (a short one, at that) from something called  Vaught's Pra...

After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ ...