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    A Manicure for All Eternity…


    2009 - 11.29

    In the ancient world, death was often as important as life. The two worlds were intertwined and coexisted in the minds of many people. Egyptians held ceremonies for their dead and celebrated the afterlife, making sure that tombs were stocked full of food and wares for their journey into the next life (we could say they obviously disagreed with the old adage “you can’t take it with you”). They also believed in ghosts, or khu. Although we can’t be sure that apparitions wander the Valley of the Kings, there might be a few restless spirits lingering near the Nile River. And all of them may not be straight.

    A tomb was unearthed in 1964 near Memphis which surprised many archaeologists. It was the final resting place (or way station, in their views) of Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum, two royal servants from the Fifth Dynasty (2498-2345 BC, a.k.a. Old Kingdom). When combined, their names can be translated as “joined in life and joined in death”, which is fitting given their life together and joint burial near the pyramid of King Unas. Though what is not very common is the fact that Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum were both men.

    This pair of royal confidants were “Overseers of the Manicurists in the Palace of King Niuserre”, according to inscriptions at the site (fascinating how some 4500 years later, we sometimes perpetuate the stereotype by having such professions). In artwork adorning the tomb, the two men are shown holding hands and touching noses (the Egyptian version of a kiss). At the time, the accepted hypothesis was that they were twin brothers and that explained the “exaggerated affection” shown. But the evidence from history could not be ignored, leading some historians to name the pair the oldest documented gay couple in history.

    While some people insist that homosexuality was not accepted in ancient Egypt, the lack of mentions of gays and lesbians may, in fact, mean that sexuality was a non-issue. Mundane, every-day things were not often recorded in history, after all. For these two royal manicurists to be given a tomb together says a lot about the world before Christianity took root. it’s nice just to know that thousands of years ago, the love between men could be deemed worthy enough for the afterlife… and two male lovers could share an eternity together.

    A Spirit of No Importance…


    2009 - 06.20

    When the great playwright Oscar Wilde died penniless in a cheap Paris hotel room in 1900, he never would’ve imagined his posthumous fame. Yet after decades of silence regarding the writer, somewhat humiliated publicly by the trials concerning his sexuality, he is today viewed as one of the greats. In 1962, The Letters of Oscar Wilde was published and accepted by a more open-minded population. That same year, a lesser-known event occurred: Oscar Wilde apparently returned from the grave.

    It happened in a séance room belonging to Leslie Flint, often regarded as one of the great British mediums who held up to ridicule and testing. Flint was known to contact both common people and celebrities in his time through an ectoplasmic “voice box”, which would appear during mediumship, making the words come not from his own lips but the nearby air. On the 30th of August, a spirit came through in the presence of George Woods and Betty Greene. After much aloofness, it declared itself as Oscar Wilde.

    The author spoke of his life and afterlife, and views of many differing topics for quite some time before fading away from “lack of energy”. Given Flint’s fame as a medium, audio recordings were taken of each session starting in 1955. The recording of “the spirit of Oscar Wilde” has survived and can still be listened to today. Many recordings can be found on this website. The full 30-minute recording of the Wilde séance is available online through this link. A partial excerpt and transcript is provided on “Oscar Wilde Returns“. British videographer Jim Clark took an excerpt of the recording and jazzed it up slightly. Here is his computer animation of a photograph of Oscar speaking the words recorded almost 47 years ago:

    The History of Relativity…


    2009 - 01.15

    As I plod ahead with my writing and research, I’ve realized something: our information-filled society is both a blessing and a curse. Last weekend’s fervent search for information on one location proved futile and the chapter has been dropped. While a book adamantly declared a historic figure to be gay, there was overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

    That’s the biggest struggle I have with this book: research. I like to be thorough, yet so many things in history are contradictory. Our history is a collection of opinions overshadowing facts. While one line of research heads in one direction, others lead away from it. Often, what we are taught about our history isn’t what is true; it is what we want to believe.

    Take the Puritans, for example. From earliest American History classes, we have a picture in our minds of the landing at Plymouth Rock. But what we envision isn’t always reality. The sad truth which is absent from those history books is why they landed there. It wasn’t some glorious moment of revelation. The weary travelers were out of beer and needed to find land fast to build a still. Plymouth was the first plot of earth they found… so their alcoholic desires were granted. Not so pretty, eh? Well, history isn’t pretty. It’s honest.

    Sorting through piles of information is slowing down my writing. But I’d rather be behind on a few chapters and be accurate than ahead of schedule and full of misinformation. I have new notes to take, revisions to make on chapters written this week, and tons of papers to file. In one week, I have emptied an entire printer cartridge on printed research. Book excerpts, notes, etc. Some was a waste of paper. But in the grand scheme of things, nothing is a waste. Every misstep leads closer to truth.

    My greatest irritation is the sheer lack of information on some ghostly tales. One chapter dealing with Nevada has yielded but one paragraph of research. The further I dig, the more empty bedrock I hit. I have a feeling that chapter might be extremely short, but I refuse to give up entirely. Other chapters have too much information, so there will be stark contrasts in length. But we shall see what the final product becomes.

    Otherwise, the bitter cold weather hasn’t dampened my spirits. I took the time to read a few books and short stories here and there (reading always helps inspire me to write) and watch a few classic movies late at night after my eyes were too sore from staring at a computer screen for too long. Today, I have dozens of pages of printed material to read and take notes on. Afterward I should hopefully be able to complete two more chapters. Then it’s on with more of the same for the coming weeks…

    In the Spirit of Giving…


    2008 - 12.02

    This is the season of giving. While we all appreciate ribbon-adorned packages beneath a shimmering Christmas tree, there are many other ways of giving heartfelt presents. If you’re looking for a positive way to give and make a difference, I ask those who are able to pass along the gift of charity to help save a piece of queer paranormal history.

    The historic Villa Montezuma in San Diego is an incredible piece of Queen Anne architecture. For a brief time, it was home to pianist, author, and medium Jesse Shepherd who still haunts the dwelling to this very day. Built in 1887, the structure suffered damage in a fire in 1986 and its foundation needs repairs. A non-profit organization, Friends of Villa Montezuma, has worked tirelessly since the 1970s to renovate the structure and return it to its former glory.

    Structural concerns have closed the home to tours, though the society hopes it isn’t permanent. While I’m sure they do appreciate gracious, larger donations, they gladly accept whatever the public can offer. In these troubling economic times, our pockets are lighter, but the same applies to non-profit organizations. Without a helpful hand, so much of our history will disappear from the landscape. The past is more fragile than you may think.

    If you feel this house is worth saving, you can make a donation or become a sponsor for a restoration project. It can be as simple as becoming a member or, if you live in the San Diego area, you can donate your time and aid the society at events.

    And remember: not all presents can be bound by bows. Sometimes the best benefactions are those which warm the soul and come without benefit of reciprocation.

    The Red Badge of Courage…


    2008 - 12.01

    As we begin the quick rush toward the end of 2008, it’s an important time to pause and reflect upon what we miss while pondering the holidays. Today marks an often overlooked observance: World AIDS Day.

    Since the early days of HIV awareness in 1981, over 25 million people worldwide have lost their lives to AIDS. While we have come far in our understanding of HIV and mislabeling it a “gay disease”, a certain amount of prejudice still exists. It can effect anyone, without regard for age, race, or sexual orientation. Some victims, like Liberace, kept quiet for fear of scandal. Others, such as Ryan White, became public speakers helping the world understand the virus better and giving sufferers a face of normality. Yet there are still people who believe past misinformation and stereotypes. For as far as we have come, we have greater strides to make.

    Throughout my life, I have watched the slow changes since its initial discovery. I remember watching Ryan White on television and seeing the earliest uses of the symbolic red ribbon. I have known and befriended people living with the disease. I have watched fear and hysteria give way to somber understanding. Great advances have been made in the past 20 years, from drug cocktails to scientific work on a vaccine. Yet the fight isn’t over. In 2007, the number of individuals living with HIV was estimated at 33 million. In poorer countries, the survival rate is extremely low. While we may not consider AIDS as a serious affair worthy of news attention today, the battle hasn’t ended.

    It doesn’t take much to become a catalyst for change. Educate yourself on the disease by reading information provided by the World AIDS Campaign or volunteer some time or financial donations at one of the many AIDS organizations throughout the world. HIV won’t disappear simply because we turn a blind eye. Like anything we fear, we have to face it head-on.

    Odd News Briefs…


    2008 - 11.26

    In the last few busy weeks, several news stories fell through the cracks. Here’s a little glimpse at some of the obscure events happening around the globe.

    Keep You on Your Toes…

    Darlington, Victoria has a new claim to fame: it will soon be home to Australia’s first “vertical cemetery”. Bodies will be buried on biodegradable shrouds standing upright at a cost of $2000—that’s a savings of $5000 on a traditional burial. After all the plots are filled, it will become grazing and for cattle (gives a while new meaning to being put out to pasture, doesn’t it?). Critics in the mortuary business say it’s “disrespectful to the dead” but in these tough economic times, people aren’t too shook up over their rotting corpses.

    Mobile Monolith…

    After selling their historic manor in Abbotts Court, John and Suzy Burton planned to leave a stone circle constructed by fashion guru Thomas Burberry at the site. The developer made clear his plans to demolish the neo-pagan structure, so the couple decided to take it with them. Neighbors were caught off guard as trucks and cranes descended on the suburbs of Dorchester, setting up the the massive stones. Both practicing witches, the Burtons brought their coven to consecrate the grounds. The added positive energy to the neighborhood has been quite wel-received.

    Sweet Astronomy…

    Do extraterrestrials have a sweet tooth? It’s possible, since scientists recently found traces of glycoaldehyde—an organic compound related to simple sugar—some 26,000 light years from earth. The discovery, in a remote section of the central Milky Way where life was thought to be impossible, has brought up questions about other life forms existing in space. But the real, burning question is: one lump or two?

    Wolf Man No More…

    People suffering from “Werewolf Syndrome” may soon be able to live normal lives. Scientists at New York’s Colombia University have made advances in a possible treatment for hypertrichosis, involving testosterone injections. 50 people wordwide suffer from the disease, leading to excessive hair growth over the entire body. This is good news for patients, but bad news for razor manufacturers and circus sideshows.

    Dead Comedy Lives Long in History…


    2008 - 11.17

    This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It’s a stiff! …Bereft of life, he rests in peace! …He’s kicked the bucket, he’s shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!

    While Monty Python became famous for these memorable lines from their “Dead Parrot Sketch”, the joke itself predates the British comedy routine… by nearly 1,600 years!

    A recently republished collection of some of the world’s oldest jokes, Philogelos: The Laugh Addict, contains an ancient Greek witticism written in 4 AD about a man returning a recently-purchased dead slave to his seller. “By the gods, when he was with me, he never did any such thing!” replies the seller.

    Fortunately for John Cleese and the rest of his comedic comrades, there were no copyright infringements made on the joke since it was written without prior knowledge of the Greek farce. Besides, the author is long since dead… and unavailable for refund, as well.

    If you’ve never watched the Monty Python sketch, or care to revisit it, here’s a clip from a live performance in 1976:


    You can also get your own plush “sleeping” parrot in remembrance of the classic British comedy skit.

    The Forgotten Civil War Tragedy…


    2008 - 10.15

    Without a doubt, Pennsylvania is known for Civil War casualties and tragedy. The 1860s saw many deaths of both Union and Confederate troops. Ghosts of dead soldiers are a common theme at war-related locales, yet there may be some undiscovered spirits from one of Pennsylvania’s great Civil War tragedies waiting to be discovered. I do not speak of Gettysburg. I am referring to Shohola.

    For those unfamiliar with the town, Shohola is a small village seated along the Delaware River along the Pennsylvania/New York border some 60 miles northwest of New York City. As its name (a Lenni Lanape Native American word meaning “place of peace”) implies, it is a quiet, unassuming place. Only a metal sign in town hints at the great tragedy which occurred approximately a mile west of downtown resulting in the deaths of dozens of soldiers from both sides of the battle.

    It happened on July 15, 1864. A train loaded with over 800 Confederate prisoners bound for the Elmira Prison departed Point Lookout, Maryland. 128 Union soldiers were scattered throughout the train, guarding the prisoners-of-war. Engine 171 fell behind schedule after a delay hunting down a few escaped Confederates and pulled into Port Jervis nearly four hours late.

    This same afternoon, Engine 237 pulled down the Erie Railroad tracks laden with coal. The engineer and his 50 coal cars stopped at Lackawaxen to verify that the track ahead was clear. He asked the telegraph operator Douglas “Duff” Kent the status of the track. Though Kent had been warned that another special train was due, the tardiness of the locomotive coupled with Kent’s known abuse of alcohol jumbled up messages. Engine 237 left Lackawaxen Station and rumbled through Shohola at 2:45 PM.

    Just west of town, the Erie track follows a blind furve through the earth known as King and Fuller’s Cut. It was here that the two locomotives met head on. There was only enough time for the engineer of the 237 to jump from the cab before collision. Both the engineer and fireman of the 171 were killed instantly when the wood from the tender leapt into the engine, crushing them to death. The fireman of the 237 met a similar fate, though the crushing logs did not kill him outright; he was pinned against the boiler where he slowly scalded to death, warning rescuers not to come close for fear the locomotive would explode. The first few passenger cars of the train loaded with soldiers telescoped into each other, each compressed to a depth of several feet. countless others were tossed like matchsticks and showered with wood splinters and shards of glass. The corpse of one Union guard sat perched on the reared-up tender still clutching his gun.

    Officially, 17 Union soldiers died at the wreck or over the following week from their injuries. An estimated 80+ Confederate soldiers died in the wreck and a lucky five prisoners took the opportunity to flee, never to be found. The dead Confederates were buried in a 75-foot trench not far from the wreck while the Union dead were given proper burials. An investigation found the telegraph operator to blame. He was said to have remained ambivalent toward the accident after hearing the news in his drunken stooper and even attended a dance that very night. The angered townspeople sough vengance against him, but he fled for his life and was never seen or heard from again.

    It took nearly 50 years for the Confederate victims to receive a proper burial. Between 60 and 72 bodies were disinterred from the mass grave and buried in Woodlawn National Cemetery in Elmira on June 11, 1911. No one knows for sure if all the victims were accounted for.

    A new set of tracks exist today, winding through a stone-lined pass at the accident site along the Delaware River. Citizens of Shohola lay flowers at the wreck site each year in memory of the accident. Often in cases of such disastrous accidents, at least a few souls linger on at the site in quiet memory. If there were ever a place ripe for hauntings, it would be these woods outside of Shohola where nearly a hundred lives were lost almost 150 years ago.

    An American Werewolf in Defiance…


    2008 - 10.11

    Some thirty years ago, a mystery perplexed the town of Defiance, Ohio, west of Toledo. Railroad workers reported run-ins with an assailant along the tracks in town. They were attacked by what was described as a werewolf.

    In early August 1972, local newspapers were buzzing over the police hunt for a “wolfman” along the Norfolk and Western tracks. Three separate incidents near Fifth Street had taken place within the span of a week. A tall figure with an “animal-like head” crept from the wooded area and went after people with a two-by-four. While two victims escaped, one railroad worker was struck on the shoulder and received minor injuries. All of the attacks occurred between 1:30 AM and 4:30 AM.

    Hysteria quickly swept the town. Residents contacted authorities out of fear. Many had not witnessed the creature, but felt sure they were being watched or in imminent danger. One woman notified authorities that every night at 2:00 AM, something rattled her door knob. Another phoned police to say there was something scratching at her door and “if anything cane through it, [she would] shoot it”.

    According to some witnesses, the werewolf wore blue jeans and a dark shirt. He was said to have hairy feet, fangs, and a caveman-like canter. While police considered it a rather nasty prank, they took al reports seriously after the injury sustained by the railroad worker.

    Just as suddenly as the “creature” appeared on July 25th, the reports ceased around mid-August. To this day, the identity of the “werewolf” remains an enigma. Suspects were ruled out but no one was ever apprehended. No one has since stepped forward proclaiming to have been the perpetrator.

    Perhaps on nights lit by the full moon, there is still a creature lingering in the shadows throughout northwestern Ohio. Or perhaps, buried in a box within an attic near town sits a dusty wolf mask and a pair of hairy slippers…

    But Does She Float?


    2008 - 10.09

    It is said that you cannot teach an old dog new tricks. This point may have been proved true recently in an adult education class in Ferndale, Michigan.

    Students in a classroom at Taft Education Center were studying The Crucible, a play pertaining to the Salem Witch Trials of 1692. On September 10th, 20-year-old Darin Najor asked the educator outright if she believed in witchcraft. She replied in the negative and further explained that the point of the play was to demonstrate unjust persecution. Najor then tossed his studies to the floor, declaring it “blasphemy”.

    The following day, he stepped up behind the teacher who was sitting at her desk. While chanting what reportedly sounded like “religious verses”, he poured a liquid (later said to be holy water—Najor’s attempt at “purifying” the professor) over the head of his teacher and produced a cigarette lighter to “burn the witch”. Najor fled the class but was soon found by the teacher and a security guard in his car in the parking lot where he further attempted to burn her with a lit cigarette.

    Darin was arrested Monday on an assault and battery warrant. The pretrial is scheduled for October 23rd. Fittingly, Najor does not have an attorney for the case.

    After over 300 years, some people just can’t quite grasp the lessons of history. Or perhaps he isn’t as dim-witted as we percieve and merely attempted to reenact the proceedings of the times.

    This isn’t the sort of “live history” anyone had in mind.

    At least he didn’t drop a house on her.