Poster for “Scrooge” (1970)

National General Pictures.

I hope you’re having a lovely Christmas Eve!

Here’s me reading Clement Clarke Moore’s “A Visit From St. Nicholas.”

Poster for 35th Anniversary Rerelease of “Taxi Driver” (1976)

Columbia Pictures.

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“Death to the Hermit” illustration from Dode-Dands, 1762

From “The Human Life’s Flight.”  Denmark.

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Happy Winter Solstice, friends.

Greetings from this poet during the longest night of the year.

May the gradually lengthening days ahead bring peace and good health to you and yours.


No, I am not actually going punk.

It’s a joke. As I’ve explained here before, I messed up giving myself a haircut. Then I realized that shaving most of it off was really my only recourse if I wanted to look vaguely normal. But I left it in a mohawk as a joke. The temporary hair dye and the earring are gags too.

I’d like to think that I didn’t do too bad of a job with the mohawk? It’s leagues ahead of the conventional haircut that I attempted first, at least. (I was doing so well for a while, too. Then I got impatient and started hacking a way at it.)

But I’m still trying to make lemons out of lemonade here. (I’ll never get that idiom right the first time, and I don’t care.) And just to add insult to injury, one of my news reporter friends made the meme you see at the bottom. The b*****d.

So I’m not as much punk as I am a punk. Which is a shame, because I really wanted to cosplay as one of those kids from “Return of the Living Dead” (1985), or maybe good ‘ol Chris Wright from my long ago acting classes. (He had an immense dyed mohawk, and he might have been the only punk at Mary Washington College circa 1991.)

Oh, well. I’ve still got The Clash’s “Rock the Casbah” in my playlist. And I shared a Dead Kennedys video on Facebook the other day. (You know which one.) That counts for something.


Cover to “Grendel Tales: Homecoming” #3, Matt Wagner, 1995

Dark Horse Comics.

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars …”

Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 

— Cassius, in William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar (Act 1, Scene 2), 1623

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Photo of the first page of Julius Caesar from a facsimile edition of the First Folio of Shakespeare’s plays, published in 1623

Poster for “Affair in Trinidad” (1952)

Columbia Pictures.

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