About Edgar

This evening I had the pleasure of attending a lecture about Edgar Allan Poe by Amy Branam Armiento, Ph.D., professor of English at Frostburg State University and immediate past president of the Poe Studies Association. Titled “The Macabre Poe,” the lecture is part of the annual October run of spooky, horror, and dark talks hosted by Profs and Pints, which brings college faculty members into bars, cafés, company offices, and other off-campus venues to share their knowledge.

Dr. Armiento gave a great presentation and I picked up a few tidbits about the great Poe that I didn’t know before. For example, he had something of a contentious relationship with his foster father, John Allan, so if you have a signed collectible and Poe’s signature spells out “Allan,” there’s a very good chance the signature is not authentic. I couldn’t blame Poe if he was resentful. He was taken in by John and Frances Allan when he was three years old and they never officially adopted him. Harsh.

So much for naming my bookends Edgar and Allan. Out of respect they are now Edgar and Lenore. See also, I’ve always thought it would be fun and rather metal to have two Vasa parrots and name them Edgar and Allan.

A black Greater Vasa Parrot in a palm tree.
Greater Vasa Parrot. (Image: Wikipedia)

I doubt I’ll ever have Vasas though. If I ever spy a pair at Phoenix Landing, I’ll be there, but they’re hard to come by on the adoption circuit.

A woman in the audience tonight was involved in naming the current Baltimore NFL team, and thank goodness she’s a Poe fan. Otherwise, the Ravens might have been named the Blue Crabs or the Lighthouses. I’m sure both the team and whoever designed the Ravens logo appreciate that. Too bad this audience member wasn’t also involved in renaming the D.C. team, which used to be called the Redskins and now goes by the Commanders. My guess is no woman was involved in that nonsense, or at least no one who ever read or watched The Handmaid’s Tale and doesn’t hate women.

Joseph Fiennes as Commander Fred Waterford in The Handmaid's Tale.
Joseph Fiennes as Commander Fred Waterford in The Handmaid’s Tale. Now we know where JD Vance gets his make-up ideas.

I picked up a copy of More Than Love: The Enduring Fascination with Edgar Allan Poe, a collection of essays edited by Dr. Armiento. In the essays, writers, poets, actors, visual artists, musicians, tour guides, teachers, and others describe how Poe has influenced their careers. I can’t wait to read it–but first, I will have to dig into my Barnes & Noble’s collector’s edition, The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe for a refresher on some of the tales Dr. Armiento discussed tonight.

A book titled "More Than Love: The Enduring Fascination with Edgar Allan Poe."

And now for today’s candy, Necco wafers. These hardened discs of sugar and flavoring could have been made yesterday and they would still taste like they came into the world the same day Poe did.

Clink, Clink

I’m kind of not feeling this project this year. It’s likely because we’ve been short-staffed at work for the better part of the last eight months, largely because a prior director had no business managing other people or their workflows, and I’m hella burned out so I don’t feel like writing yet more at the end of the day.

That may or may not change as I have two three-day weekends in a row, but I wonder what the point of all of this is as I get so few hits and almost comments. I’m thinking ProseBox should have been the place to do this.

In keeping with my current mood of “blah,” here is the thing I most disliked getting for Halloween when I was a kid: Pennies.

Like, what was a seven-year-old going to do with that in 1973? I wasn’t old enough to go somewhere on my bike and spend it, and the candy you could get for a penny or two back then was more tease than satisfaction, like one mini Tootsie Roll from a bunch that the guy at the mom-and-pop grocery store sold loose in an old baseball-card box because one of the bags in his candy shipment was open. I hope no one still gives out pennies. That’s just plain trolling little kids at this point.

A Snoopy Christmas

I’ve always loved Snoopy. When I was a kid I had a nine-book set of hardcover Peanuts comics. Each book had two volumes of comics, and when you got halfway through a book, you had to flip it upside down to read the other volume. Snoopy was my favorite volume. I also had the hardcover of A Charlie Brown Christmas and Home Is On Top of a Dog House.

With such a love of the black-and-white Beagle, how could I not have a few Snoopy Christmas ornaments?

Back in 2003, at Most Favorite Job, staff had the opportunity to purchase Lenox Christmas ornaments at a good price, so I bought one for a coworker who loved Peanuts, and Snoopy in particular, as much as I did. It was a Secret Santa gift. Well, turns out he was my Secret Santa and had gotten me the same one!

A china Christmas ornament featuring Snoopy and Woodstock on a sled.
Lenox Snoopy and Woodstock having a blast sledding.

This next one is from around the same time, back when I was still an avid skier.

A Christmas ornament featuring Snoopy skiing.
Snoopy hitting the slopes!

Not sure when I got this one, but Snoopy makes a great Santa.

A Christmas ornament of Snoopy dressed as Santa Claus.
Santa Snoopy

A couple of nights ago, I noticed there were some gaps in the tree that really needed an ornament, so yesterday on my lunch break I ran up to Macy’s and CVS to pick up a few ornaments. Here’s one of them, taken with flash so you can see the lovely slate blue. Yes, I wish it would snow. I love, love, LOVE snow.

A Christmas ornament that says "Let it snow," featuring Snoopy and Woodstock.
Snoopy and Woodstock say “Let it snow!”

And now for tonight’s state Christmas tree, going out to the dearest friend I have yet to see face-to-face, Guy. We have been reading one another’s blogs and journals since 2002 and he is one of about five people on the planet who knows pretty much every detail of my life since I started spilling my guts and venting my spleen online, and I’m honored that he has let me into his head and heart the same way. So help me, my friend, if I can get on a plane to Michigan in 2024, we will break bread together. Heck, we might even bake it together!

Michigan's state Christmas tree, 2023.
Michigan’s state Christmas tree, 2023. Click to embiggen.