Category Archives: Twilight Zone

The Pencil Today:


“Well I guess some like it hot. But personally I prefer classical music myself.” — Joe/Josephine, pretending to be a rich oil man in order to seduce Sugar Kane in the movie, “Some Like It Hot


I mean, honestly, 105 degrees? Again?


So hot I’m not even gonna write anything today.

Electron Pencil event listings: Music, art, movies, lectures, parties, receptions, games, benefits, plays, meetings, fairs, conspiracies, rituals, etc.

◗ IU Lee Norvelle TheaterChildren’s musical,  “The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs,” presented by Indiana Festival Theater; 11am

◗ IU Dowling International CenterEnglish Conversation Club, for non-native speakers of American English; 1pm

Monroe Lake, Paynetown SRA — Heritage Days, reenactors portray eras from the 1760s to the 1890s; 2pm

DiscardiaDrop-in paper crafting with instructor Laurel Bender; 5-8pm

By Hand GalleryOpening reception, art exhibit, Nature Play by Sara Steffey McQueen; 5-8pm

ThriveOpening reception, art exhibit, Mori Coe paintings & drawings; 5-8pm

◗ Ivy Tech Waldron CenterOpening reception, art exhibits, Clare Swallow, Dale Gardner, Sarah Wain, Jessica Lucas, Alex Straiker; 5-8pm

The Venue Fine Arts & GiftsOpening reception, art exhibit, crystalline glazed ceramic creations by Adam Egenolf; 6pm

◗ IU Art MuseumJazz in July series, Andy Cobine Trio; 6:30pm

Muddy Boots Cafe, Nashville — Rusty Muskett; 7-9pm — Steve Thomas; 9:30-11:30pm

◗ IU Auer HallSummer Music Series, piano academy student duet recital; 7-9pm

Bloomington SpeedwayJD Byrider Night, sprint cars, UMP modifieds & superstocks: 7:30pm

◗ IU Wells-Metz Theatre“The Taming of the Shrew”; 7:30pm

Max’s PlaceThe Groundsmen; 7:30pm

◗ IU Memorial UnionRecreational folk dancing; 7:30-10:30pm

The Player’s Pub Justin Case Band; 8pm

Cafe DjangoMilestones Jazz Quintet; 8pm

The Comedy AtticRyan Singer; 8 & 10:30pm

The BluebirdRandy Houser; 9pm


◗ Ivy Tech Waldron CenterExhibit, “I’m Too Young For This  @#!%” by John D. Shearer; through July 30th

◗ IU Art MuseumExhibit, “Urban Landscape: A Selection of Papercuts by Qiao Xiaoguang; through August 12th — Exhibit, wildlife artist William Zimmerman; through September 9th — Exhibit, David Hockney, new acquisitions; through October 21st

◗ IU SoFA Grunwald GalleryKinsey Institute Juried Art Show; through July 21st, 11am

Monroe County History CenterPhoto exhibit, “Bloomington: Then and Now” by Bloomington Fading; through October 27th

The Pencil Today:


“You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.” — Bob Dylan


Okay, so we’re in the midst of a more-than week-long run of high temperatures in South Central Indiana. Each day’s high during this streak has been about 30 degrees above the normal. Monday, the high was a full five degrees greater than the previous record for that date.

Think about that. Usually, when record highs are set they beat the old record by a single degree, and if the heat wave is amazingly severe, perhaps two.

Five degrees.

Except for the deluded and deranged among us (in other words, Republicans) who deny the evidence of climate change, everybody’s talking global warming.

Lois Nettleton Schvitzes in The Twilight Zone Episode “The Midnight Sun”

Here’s where my professional contrarianism kicks into high gear. Generally, during weather extremes I caution people not to see the anomaly as evidence of the norm. In other words, just because today’s remarkably hot, it’s not proof the climate is changing.

Besides, climatologists see global warming as a half-degree, a degree, or maybe two-degree uptick in the average temperature over a period of years. It’s the sustained rising of temperatures that’s dangerous, not the odd heat wave.

But this thing is making me think twice. The new battle cry to replace global warming should be global weirding.

I admit this is anecdotal but something I heard this morning on the radio gave me pause. Apparently, a huge storm system parked over Texas produced thunder so severe that it caused seismic instruments to jump.

Now think about that.

Fine-tuned, delicately balanced sensors that measure the very slightest rumpling from deep within the Earth’s crust recorded thunder claps. These instruments are not supposed to be affected by outside clutter. Yet the needles flicked because of thunder

What in the hell kind of storm is that?

Storm Batters Kentucky Earlier This Month

I’m in a hurry this morning and I can’t spend the time researching this. Maybe seismographs record thunder claps all the time. I don’t know. I’ll get on it tonight after my Book Corner shift.

For now, though, I just might be beginning to think 2012 is the year we justifiably get the crap scared out of us by nature.


So, Dan the Jeweler, Crystal Belladonna, and I were gabbing of this and that at the Book Corner yesterday. Somehow the conversation turned to the year 1969. And somehow it turned to public porn.

Why don’t I just give you the dialogue from memory?

Crystal Belladonna (rummaging through the magazine shelves, weeding out old issues): Look at this — November 2011. What’s this doing here? It’s 2012, isn’t it?

Me: Why no. It’s 1969. Man, I’m gonna go to that big Woodstock thing in New York. And I can’t wait for the moon landing.

CB: Wise ass.

Dan the Jeweler: Do you remember where you were during the moon landing?

CB: I wasn’t even a twinkle yet.

Me: It was a Sunday night. I was staring at the moon just on the odd chance that I could see something, like the Command Module rocket firing or something.

CB: Geek.

D the J: Believe it or not, that night me and my friends were at an outdoor pornographic movie. We left it and drove around to look for a TV so we could watch the landing.

CB: I know just what outdoor theater you’re talking about!

D the J: It was on Route 46, on the way to Ellettsville. It was an outdoor pornographic theater for years. Right next to a trailer park.

CB: Yeah, yeah! Whenever my mother would drive by it at night, I’d strain my neck to see the screen.

D the J: Yep. The fence had gaps in it.

CB: Uh huh!

D the J: It was near a railroad crossing and when a coal train was going by, traffic would be backed up all the way to Bloomington.

CB: Yeah, my mother would always wonder why I’d be saying, “Ma, could you move the car up just a bit?”

D the J: It’s not there now.

CB: No, they knocked it down. There’s an old people’s home there now.

Who says people don’t have a rich sense of history anymore?