It's cold and dark and the shortest day of the year. I think that means...party ( Read more... )

You may remember my rants about the silliness of Chanukah (some involving the phrase "Jewish Taliban") All that being probably historically accurate, there is something truly satisfying about watching little flames burn in the darkness. Especially this time of year, when I leave the house when it's dark and come home when its dark. Especially ( Read more... )

I think I understand why some hackneyed poet once called midnight "the witching hour." Not because of any mystical properties associated with the stroke of 12 (turning you back into a pumpkin) but that's when the internal demons that plague insomniacs start to flitter about the night in earnest.
Think the Lunesta commercial, but with the scary ( Read more... )