Jaquandor has you covered if you want Halloween music.
Mark Evanier points to a “web exclusive” from John Oliver. It’s about the mania this time of year for things with pumpkin in them, and Evanier lists some of them off.
Friday the 13th skull-spoons. But how do you eat soup with these?
Angmering family’s fright over Hallowe-en candle bag fire by Roger Green of the Littlehampton Gazette (UK)
Worst Halloween costume of the year? Ebola health worker.
Video of extreme haunted house in San Diego. (Not for the faint of heart.)
Blame Dustbury; I do. He posted about the Proust Questionnaire. And because I apparently have ADHD, I decided to tackle the questions Marcel Proust reportedly answered at gatherings when he was 13 and 20. Some are duplicated, but of course I didn’t copy them.
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
The lack of a moral compass.
Where would you like to live?
In a compassionate land. Some place near flowing water.
What is your idea of earthly happiness?
To live in contact with interesting people, listening to a wealth of music, and to have access to a good cinema and a good Internet connection.
To what faults do you feel most indulgent?
To too much curiosity.
Who are your favorite heroes of fiction?
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I had all these posts for Round 15 lined up, either odd words or 70th birthdays, except for a few. After I mucked it over a good while, I said, to no one in particular, “I’ve got nothing, people.” Then suddenly, I did. Songs starting with the word People in the title that I own.
One must start, naturally, with People by Barbra Streisand, her signature song from Funny Girl that went to #5 in 1964 on the US Billboard singles charts. “People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.” Is that true? I was rather fond of the cover version by Nat King Cole) that only went to #100 that same year.
A lot of People songs are inspirational. People Get Ready by The Impressions, featuring Curtis Mayfield, went to #14 in 1965, but was an anthem of the civil rights movement.
I got elected to the Financial Council at the State University of New York at New Paltz in the spring of 1974, but didn’t take office until the fall. We passed a budget, which was, I’m guessing, only incrementally different from the previous year’s.
This displeased a couple student groups, the Black Student Union and Hermanos Latinos. So much so, that one night while we were meeting, they sat in our offices, refusing to leave until the groups got in their allocations the percentage of funds equivalent to the percentage of blacks and Hispanics on campus. Read the rest of this entry »
For her first nine years, I sheltered the Daughter from watching the evening news, viewing it after she went to bed, or before she got up in the morning. Sometimes, I’d watch it while she was in the other room.
Turns out that she is preternaturally interested in these things. Moreover, she develops opinions about them that did not necessarily come from us. Ferguson, MO made her aware that it’s a little scarier being a black child in America than she previously thought. The death of Palestinian children during the conflict with Israel made her angry. And she has great antipathy for Russia’s Putin.
Sometimes, she shows off her knowledge. Read the rest of this entry »