Saturday, October 31, 2009

hallowe'en


Another spooky poem.
This one from John Kendrick Bangs.

The ghosts of all things past parade,
Emerging from the mist and shade
That hid them from our gaze,
And, full of song and ringing mirth,
In one glad moment of rebirth,
And again they walk the ways of earth
As in the ancient days.

The beacon light shines on the hill,
The will-o'-wisps the forests fill
With flashes filched from noon;
And witches on their broomsticks spry
Speed here and yonder in the sky,
And lift their strident voices high
Unto the Hunter's Moon.

The air resounds with tuneful notes
From myriads of straining throats,
All hailing Folly Queen;
So join the swelling choral throng,
Forget your sorrow and your wrong,
In one glad hour of joyous song
To honor Hallowe'en!

Friday, October 30, 2009

the hag


Happy Halloween

A poem by Robert Herrick to get you in the mood. Check back for one more tomorrow!
The Hag is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne'r so foule be the weather.

A Thorn or a Burr
She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
Through Brakes and through Bryars,
O're Ditches, and Mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.

No Beast, for his food,
Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
While mischiefs, by these,
On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are working,

The storme will arise,
And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
The ghost from the Tomb
Affrighted shall come,
Cal'd out by the clap of the Thunder.

Second Annual Fall Day is today!











Wednesday, October 28, 2009

velo orange


[Image is from Velo-Orange.com]

They just don't make them like they used to. I am talking about things in general, of course, but this also specifically applies to bikes and bike parts. Well, Velo-Orange certainly makes them like they used to. After the Quoddy's from South Willard sold out, I chose to spend my money on the amazing and awesome Porteur Rack at VO plus some other odds and ends to improve my bike. I had to show some restraint; I could have easily spent $1,000 or more. But I will certainly be spending more in the future as I choose new wheels, Honjo fenders, temple bell, etc..
I am warning you, don't visit their site unless you have money to spend. But be sure to check out the VO blog as well, for tips on how to wrap/shellac your handlebars, which lighting system is best and general bike tricks.

Take a Peek...

Take a peek into the inner realm of Ingmar Bergman...

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

quoddy for south willard



Man, if any of you mother-cussers buy these shoes before me . . . I will sock you in the face.

However, feel free to browse the rest of the South Willard site.

UPDATE: Shoes sold out. I owe you a knuckle sandwich.

Footloose Ain't Fancy Free in California...



Where is Kevin Bacon when you need him?

Monday, October 26, 2009

the poppyseed cakes





The Poppy Seed Cakes by Margery Clark & Maud Petersham.
Illustrations by Miska Petersham.
This is an example that supports the "don't judge a book by its cover" principle; the plain black cover of this book reveals little of the beautiful artwork inside. The colors are bitterly nostalgic. Those hues exist only in my past. Believe it or not, I almost passed it over when I first found it at the thrift store. But it turned out to be yet another leather-bound diary of escapism. A simple accounting of a child's day with her grandmother. There are highs and lows and simple moments in between. But instead of the book report I might normally write, I want to reflect a little.
Certainly this book is worth purchasing for the art alone. However, my own penchant for escapism, especially into childhood memories, is troubling to me lately. From what do I escape? My job is a major downer. Life has thrown me a few curve balls lately and I have taken a few in the ribs. But I am far from unique in that regard. Do I escape towards my youth? As CLK will tell you, we certainly did have a great childhood. It isn't the unhealthiest thing in the world to value your youth. My grandmother was a teacher so there were always great old books lying around to look at. The Poppy Seed Cakes would certainly have fit in with her collection. Perhaps, it is simple nostalgia. But let me be a bit more direct for a change. I worry that I am creating talismans. I worry that I use these objects for my own brand of voodoo to ward off the everyday difficulties, leaving me ill prepared to deal with those difficulties when they inevitably hit me. Boss yells at you? Go buy another talisman. Night didn't go well? Go find another talisman. Somebody dies? Well sir, that photo is a talisman and so is that pocketknife. This exaggerates the situation of course, I just wonder aloud what importance I have placed on these objects discarded by others.
I have grown a lot this year. For one, I have finally come to terms with the fact that disagreeing with my deceased grandfather does not disrespect him; a fact that may be obvious to most of you but eluded me for a long time. So, I look to take another step forward. Add this to my growing list of personal(ity) goals.

"We've got to have energy." - Duncan Garp
"I always have a wonderful time, wherever I am, whomever I'm with." - Elwood P Dowd
"When a fastball comes at you real high and real tight, you can either take it in the ribs or take a seat. It doesn't matter, and that bat in your hands ain't gonna help you none. Better to take what the pitcher gives you than to try to hit an impossible home run." - me

Friday, October 23, 2009

the ghost of goshen


An anonymous Halloween poem.

Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow,
Where rushing rills, with flash and flow,
Are over the rough rocks falling;
Where fox, where bear, and catamount hide,
In holes and dens In the mountain side,
A Circuit-preacher once used to ride,
And his name was Rufus Rawling.

He was set in his ways and what was strange,
If you argued with him he would not change,
One could get nothing through him.
Solemn and slow In style was he,
Slender and slim as a tamarack tree,
And always ready to disagree
With every one that knew him.

One night he saddled his sorrel mare,
And started over to Ripton, where
He had promised to do some preaching.
Away he cantered over the hill,
Past the schoolhouse at Capen's mill;
The moon was down and the place was still,
Save the sound of a night-hawk screeching.

At last he came to a deep ravine,
He felt a kind of queer, and mean
Sensation stealing o'er him.
Old Sorrel began to travel slow,
Then gave a snort and refused to go;
The parson chucked, and he holloa'd "whoa,"
And wondered what was before him.

Then suddenly he seemed to hear
A gurgling groan so very near,
It scattered his senses nearly.
"Go 'ome, go'ome," It loudly cried,
"Go 'ome," re-echoed the mountain side,
"Go 'ome," away In the distance died-
He wished he was home sincerely.

And then before his startled sight,
A light flashed out upon the night
That seemed to "beat all creation."
Then through the bushes a figure stole,
With eyes of fire and lips of coal,
That froze his blood and shook his soul
With horror and consternation.

He lost his sermon, he dropped his book,
His hair stood up, and his saddle shook
Like a sawmill under motion
.No cry he uttered, no word he said,
But, suddenly turning Sorrel's head,
Away and out of the woods he fled
As fast as he could for Goshen.

The ghost he saw and the rattling bones
Were a pumpkin, a gourd, and some gravel stones,
That gave him all that glory;
But ne'er again up that mountain side,
In the light would Rufus Rawling ride,
And many a time I've laughed till I cried
To hear him tell the story.

Thursday, October 22, 2009



Fright Fest is this weekend so I have been busy preparing. I already mentioned how difficult it is to select flicks for the Fest since I feel people are very particular about the type of horror movies they like. Well, I still haven't finalized the list of movies for this Saturday except for this one, The Mist. Apparently, it was in theaters in 2007 but I have no recollection of it whatsoever. I watched it last year, not at Halloween, and I liked it and think it will appeal to both the gore lovers and the scaredy cats who are attending this year. It is in black and white (you can watch in color on DVD but it is way better in b&w) and feels like an old time classic sort of horror movie. Plus, Thomas Jane is in it so I know Sara will be entertained. I still have to decide on more movies (something a bit more fun and scary to even things out) and the next three days I will be confined to the kitchen, baking and cooking so you might not hear from me until after the festivities. Hope you have a great fall weekend! I know I will!