Radio, Radio

Tea: Jacob's Dream

Music: Gorillaz, "Feel Good Inc."

Time: Night.

I don't know if I've plugged this yet, but you seriously have to check out Pandora if you haven't already. (Yes, I did mention it once, here, but that was a setup for ghost story posting.)

Someday, I want to be able to afford all the music I want. (Yes, that's a wish for a runaway bestseller or two, or a killer career giving workshops on creativity.)

But in the meantime, this is a pretty cool way to hear music by artists I like -- and artists who mine the same musical veins. For example, I brought up Gorillaz when I signed on tonight (yes, I have it turned down so as not to wake anyone), and after "Feel Good Inc." it played "Who Cares" by Gnarls Barkley and R3D2's "Beyond the Beyond."

And while I still miss progradio.com, which had some killer obscure tracks (Giles, Giles and Fripp, anyone, or perhaps something from Camel or Gentle Giant?), my Yes, UK and King Crimson stations produce some fairly tasty morsels from the Realm of Long Songs in Weird Time Signatures. (I think that was a Yes album, but I'm not quite sure ...)

Hey ... beats most of the crap on the commercial stations.

Cup XVII: 'Tis the Season to Be Crawly

Tea: Renaissance, with honey
Music: My Cocteau Twins station on Pandora

Time: Afternoon

The tea smells like peach crisp with oatmeal -- a homey, comforting smell. And, of course, nothing says "home" and "comfort" like icy, ethereal dream pop and a really good creepy story.

Yeah, I'm weird. Don't act shocked. You know better.

It's October, and the trees are stripped bare of all they wear, what do I care? (OK, Bono, out of my head, please.)

So in honor of the thinning of the walls between worlds, each day I'll post a link to a tale of the uncanny, the unearthly, the uncopyrighted.

I slacked yesterday, for which I apologize. As atonement, I'll post two links today.

Short story:

Charlotte Perkins Gilman, "The Yellow Wallpaper"

Long story:

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein

Enjoy. And pay no attention to that shadow.

It's nothing, really ...