Where the Things That Go Bump Come Through

Where the Things That Go Bump in the Night Come In

I dreamt of the Pleiades and the dark between the Seven Sisters where the cold of space seeps through. There are things best unknown except in dreamtime.


And now for something new…

As a cranky old guy (and what else would expect from somebody with another WP blog entitled “persnickety”?) I’ve been dragged kicking and screaming by a younger, digitally hipper friend into this new integrated, holistic, interactive, multimodal digital process. And I think it’s going to be, as they say, a hoot and a holler.