Mosteller Musings

From the New Yorker September 17 2012, entitled "To the Hyphenated Poets"--its title perhaps an in-joke for in-the-know denizen...

My Late Afternoon Pond Slanting sun makes Toy sailboats from floating geese. Who is the child? or Sly slanting sun  Makes...

[c.f. last post] No, not related, etymologically. There's a great joke going around though: a Higgs boson walks into church and the...

Hiya, kids Hiya! ... or as I should say, 'Yea and Verily,' to keep up godish decorum here for the doubting Virginias and Thomases...

Smilin' Ed McConnell died right in front of me ... sort of. He was right there on the television machine one minute, and then he wasn...

Soon ...

One last time--I guess almost literally ad nauseum --for the notorious Double Down aka KFCT = Kentucky Fried Church Triumphant. Because it ...

Or, Gaia Mater may have just skipped it all together--in deference to our suffering through so protracted a winter. We've been getting ...

Well, whaddyaknow. Nashunal news. Worst rainfall in historic times befalls the Music City over the weekend. Flooded the place. Maybe I put a...

For any good shaggy dog story, or furry footnote, the teller must dilatate and attenuate the plot(less)line sufficiently to result in comple...

Nashville ... 'tis a silly place. It's Camelot and, pace Monty Python, Spamalot both at the same time. Two separate but equal kingd...

Make that a quarter-note; I'm still semi-quavering from the incident. A truly comic, Minnie-Pearl moment. Never thought, just because I ...