I was six. We lived on the West Coast, so we had to get up early to see it. Grainy, on a small-screen, huge-bodied black and white television full of vacuum tubes, the mighty rocket standing, and the countdown… “…4…3…2…1…LIFTOFF We have LIFTOFF of Apollo Seven!” It was 1968.
So, the first week in November was Hallows. The whole week. I wrote about this before: the fun/gross/sexy/creepy launch of Halloween, the days between with their various observances, and then actual Hallows/Samhain, the midpoint between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice, on Nov.
We’re deep in the season of Hallows now. Halloween is a memory; the true midpoint between the equinox and solstice still some days ahead, on the 7th. By then, the clocks will have turned back, and darkness will descend quite suddenly on the evenings. This week always feels liminal…
In the beginning was the word, and the word was BOOM. BOOM exploding out from nothing, from the tiniest point And even in those early moments the wild particles colliding, Combining to form elements, molecules, scattering wide in the blank empty script Of possibility. On they went, making compounds, slowly…
With this site now migrated to a more flexible and attractive format, I’m also looking at making some content upgrades. I’ve been inviting guest posts since near the beginning of publishing the blog, but now I have one person (to be introduced soon!) who wants to do a twice-monthly column…
We’ve got a new look and feel and some much better tools for searching the content of the site now, having pried ourselves loose from the commercial side of WordPress to go with independent hosting and the open-source CMS. Thanks to GLEN GORDON and Rana A. for their help with…
