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,’ ...

  Back in 1948, there was apparently nothing weird about riding across a lake on a motorized surfboard while wearing a nice suit ...

Pied Beauty GLORY be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in s...

"Hubbell, people ARE their principles" - Barbra Streisand, The Way We Were.  I just saw an article - admittedly, from a...

I recently saw, from someone who has been a Facebook/actual friend for a very long time, a sudden, dramatic announcement on her status ...