(Music) Yé-yé! Oh yeah!

Yé-yé was a style of pop music that emerged from Southern Europe in the early 1960s. The term "yé-yé" was derived from the English term "yeah! yeah!", popularized by British beat music bands such as the Beatles. The style expanded worldwide, due to the success of figures such as the French singer-songwriters Serge Gainsbourg and... Continue Reading →


The Noumena of Félix Labisse

Félix Labisse (1905 – 1982) was a French surrealist painter and set designer known for his series of blue women and for his demonic figures, which seem like outtakes from the works of Hieronymus Bosch. Although it doesn't quite match the explicit thoughtfulness of Magritte, seven years his senior, Labisse's work is also more accessible, more... Continue Reading →

(Fiction) The Winter Bureau

That was my welcome to America. Prison. Upon my release, I was placed into the custody of a man of ill health, ill fortune, and ill name: Spurgeon Fount, a parapsychologist-acolyte of Richard Hodgson—the man who, as an analyst for the Psychical Research Society, had discredited and disgraced HPB for speaking openly of The Masters.... Continue Reading →

Visual Storytelling

This digital painting by Christophe Young is called "Post-Race Breather" and I chose it because it's a self-consciously sexy image. This to me is an example of doing it well. Presumably this woman has been racing inside some sci-fi mecha or spacecraft, and she's quite hot. She's sweaty and exhausted from being under that helmet... Continue Reading →

(Fiction) The Ghost in the Labyrinth

After Beltran’s visit, some of my restrictions were lifted. I was not allowed to speak to Etude, and I had no idea where in the cavernous dungeons he was being held—the same dungeons where the Eye was discovered some seven centuries before. I was also kept from the high towers, where everything important seemed to... Continue Reading →

(Fiction) The Scent of Dreaming

As I ascended the ladder-like steps to the cupola, my mind was on thread and silk and how I wanted to look my best for Benjamin’s funeral. When I reached the top, I found that reaching the trap door to close it unfortunately required me to ascend halfway into the octagonal room, which was barely... Continue Reading →

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