I am still trying to figure out WHO this guy is and WHY he is so upset. In the olden days, we would have called him a Luddite, anyone who wa...

I could do worse than to be swarmed with blackbirds. The pickings have been extremely lean this summer, with maybe 1/10 of the usual number ...

Oh, God, these ads. WHAM-O had this aggressive-sounding whip-crack as its signature sound (like an auditory logo), and their products were s...

To celebrate the tenth anniversary of this blog, I'm repeating responses to the post that received the most attention  (125,000+ views ...

There's a slightly macabre story about the great Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, a man so dissipated he expired from chronic alcoholism in his ...

The only thing more gratifying than collecting trolls is displaying trolls on my YouTube channel. This has become an aesthetic exercise for ...

 

  The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know t...

(In my recent quest to find a decent or even a complete biography of Poe, I was disappointed - twice. I was upset enough to do something I w...

  The Happiest Day The happiest day–the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I fe...

  Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore – While I nodded, n...