Today, December 17th, is a big day. I should have written about this earlier, of course, but the past week has been a bad week for updates, and I’ve totally dropped the ball. I’m a jerk.
The Bloop! The Great Wyrm Rises! And Lake Somino!
Because it has recently popped up in a Cracked article, I have been reminded of my fasination with the Bloop. Now, as I have written previously on this site – my father once had a fascinating encounter with an enormous creature that’s not supposed to exist. It happened off the coast of Crimea, during a military diving exercise. My dad was in the water that night with a fellow navyman, and although his friend corroborated his story, the entire incident was written off on paranoia.
My father said the creature looked like an enormous sea worm, which lead me to dub it the Great Wyrm in later years. It couldn’t breathe fire, considering it was in the sea, but who knows what it can do if it can scramble up on land? Anything, my friends, anything.
My father’s Great Wyrm couldn’t possibly have been large enough to make the Bloop noise that has so mystified both scientists and Lovecraft fans, but the entire incident does make you wonder about how the sea is still basically a vast, unexplored, and bizarre realm where all sorts of crazy shit can happen. Evolution states we rose out of the sea, but the way back has been hard to find. And now that we have begun to dip our toes all over again, thanks to technology, who knows what we’re going to find, or what’s going to find us?
The creepiest thing ever is listening to the Bloop in “real time” (thanks, BloopWatch.org!), without noise reduction. Go ahead, try it, and then tell me how you’ll avoid dreaming about insanely huge monsters opening their cavernous mouths in the deep, dark, cold waters of the ocean and emitting horrifying signals of doom and destruction before snacking on hapless bystanders.
Aside from the vengeful and hungry Bloop-maker and my father’s Wyrm , tales of an insane monster have long circulated in a village in Ukraine. Continue reading “The Bloop! The Great Wyrm Rises! And Lake Somino!”
Snow-beaten
The wind is rattling the windows again. It’s colder in our neighbourhood, up on the hills, higher than the center. We are up near Batiy’s Mountain, as they call it, a place where some warlord named Batiy once came and pitched his tent to survey the city below him.
And on quiet nights around here, you can still feel Batiy’s eyes on your retreating back.
But earlier in the day, we weren’t thinking about any of that, we were just glad for the snow.

Grinning like a fool. 🙂
Goodbye Alexiy
People in my family are pretty upset, but 79 is as good of an age to go as any, I suppose, especially when you consider the enormous stress of being in his position. The future of the Russian Orthodox church remains as open as it has ever been. But wherever Alexiy II is, I wish him well, despite not being a particular fan of the church in general.
I have missed the European gloom
It’s the sort of thing you don’t expect to miss, not really, but there you go.
It’s the gloom that makes you appreciate tea, cashmere, stockings, cats, the long hiss of the electric kettle, the howling of dogs in the night. You discover the true value of cinnamon, picture albums, and the feeling that a long December will be alright in spite of itself. Maybe a part of you will die, but you will give it such a funeral – with mulled wine and church bells – that no one will be able to tell you that you have let it go to waste.