Happy Halloween, Day 6
Oct. 6th, 2007 06:25 amGreetings from muggy Indianapolis. And happy birthday to
coalitiongirl. May you have a terrific day and many, many more!
Next, a couple of Halloween-related announcements and recommendations:
* If you’re looking for a game for your Saturday, or just some sarcastic taunts from an animated skeleton, check out Halloween Hangman!

* The film site Fandango wants to help you choose your Halloween costume.
And now, on to the show:
Link of the Day: 365Halloween.com (For spooky Halloween fun all year long! Be sure to check the recipes page.)
Literature of the Day: Today I give you two poems by one of my very favorite poets, Emily Dickinson (1830-1886).
"The Only Ghost I Ever Saw"
The only ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in mechlin, -- so;
He wore no sandal on his foot,
And stepped like flakes of snow.
His gait was soundless, like the bird,
But rapid, like the roe;
His fashions quaint, mosaic,
Or, haply, mistletoe.
His conversation seldom,
His laughter like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
Our interview was transient,--
Of me, himself was shy;
And God forbid I look behind
Since that appalling day!
"One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted"
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.
( Far safer through an Abbey gallop, )
Next, a couple of Halloween-related announcements and recommendations:
* If you’re looking for a game for your Saturday, or just some sarcastic taunts from an animated skeleton, check out Halloween Hangman!

* The film site Fandango wants to help you choose your Halloween costume.
And now, on to the show:
Link of the Day: 365Halloween.com (For spooky Halloween fun all year long! Be sure to check the recipes page.)
Literature of the Day: Today I give you two poems by one of my very favorite poets, Emily Dickinson (1830-1886).
"The Only Ghost I Ever Saw"
The only ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in mechlin, -- so;
He wore no sandal on his foot,
And stepped like flakes of snow.
His gait was soundless, like the bird,
But rapid, like the roe;
His fashions quaint, mosaic,
Or, haply, mistletoe.
His conversation seldom,
His laughter like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
Our interview was transient,--
Of me, himself was shy;
And God forbid I look behind
Since that appalling day!
"One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted"
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.
( Far safer through an Abbey gallop, )