“Brook in a Birch Forest,” Ivan Shishkin, 1883

Oil on canvas.

Bob Dylan and Wanda Maximoff are BOTH disappointed.

I am remiss.

Those hurricanes came and went, wreaking havoc, and not once did I try to avert disaster with a magic Sharpie.



Illustration from “Kyōsai’s Pictures of One Hundred Demons,” Kawanabe Kyosai, 1889

Woodblock printed book (orihon, accordion-style); ink and color on paper.

Source: English Literature info on Facebook

(I could be just pareinoid.)

Seems like everyone online is talking about pareidolia.

I see a pattern developing here.



“Forest,” Ivan Shishkin, 1880’s

Oil on canvas.

(Either way, it stinks.)

I’m not sure which is more tragic — when people go bad or when pork chops do.



Atmosphere is everything.

Setting the right tone for some October horror movies and shows.

Last night, I watched “Talk to Me” (2022), which was surprsingly good, despite its gimmicky supernatural setup.  And I am assiduously following Season 3 of “From,” Season 2 of “The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon,” and Season 1 of “Agatha All Along.”



Cover to “The New Yorker,” Edna Eicke, October 31, 1953

“I have never found the limit of my capacity for work.”

“I have never found the limit of my capacity for work.” 

— Naploeon Bonaparte, attributed



Portrait of Napoleon Bonaparte by Paul Delaroche, 1838

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