A REMINISCENCE about the Sonora bioregion and its curious inhabitants, remembered and expanded, may be found within this episode. We dilate upon the Solfugidae, called in the Great Desert "Sun Spiders." Menacing as they seem, these Sun Spiders lack venom and are considered by many to be for the most part harmless. More study, we maintain, is needed-- particularly their array of toxic urticating bristles... The yellow/tan arachnids appear to have ten long legs; technically, they have eight legs like a spider but also two long, forearm-like pedipalps and vicious, enormous, side-mounted twin bug-crushing chelicerae (jaws) tipped with poisonous looking pincers. They will indeed deliver a painful bite with these if aggravated, a bite to be avoided at all costs. The jaws and pincers help capture, mince and consume the creatures' insect-based diet-- with the serrated pair they can eat their way right into the bodies of some of their victims. According to one Arachnological specialist, these creatures are, in a way, "a cleaning crew for the over-represented cockroach community."

The silver dollar-sized (or larger) nightmare-weaver can grow between one and six inches in length, and has been clocked at crawling speeds up to 10 miles per-hour, meaning it would be able to keep up with you while you're driving through a school zone. When encountered the creature can amaze and disturb when it disconcertingly displays the ability to move at apparent lightning speed. Despite the friendly-sounding colloquial cognomen, the so-called "Sun Spider" actually detests sunlight, and, when exposed, scuttles frantically for shade and shelter. It is when blocked even briefly from this retreat to a dark corner that it can evidence a fierce, hostile and aggressive attitude. It'll also gun for light during the evening, making a bee-line (or Solfugid-line) across your sandals on the way towards a porch light. Keep your eye on those sandals, by the way, and it wouldn't hurt to prepare to move fast! Also: bee stings and other indignities. Steer clear of the Giant Desert Centipede. Hear how one disrupted a nude swimming party. All this and more.

...TO "KABIR,' or, THE DARKLY WHIRLING STORM. This episode begins with epigraphs from Clark Ashton Smith and Professor Tolkien. We discuss the perennial problem of the obdurate secret top-down control of this soi-disant "do-ocracy" --apparently hostile to this show, that or those entities have publicly announced NO intention of repairing the studio equipment, broken through unnecessary hard usage, needed for the production of the program despite numerous specious promises to the contrary... Now, we give a shout-out to listener Michael Cook, who has apparently offered to replace the inert and defunct electronics. More on this later. We then speculate on what kind of "apes" raised the feral child John Clayton, the Earl of Greystoke, a.k.a. Tarzan of the Apes. A segue takes us to selections from Huxley's APE AND ESSENCE. We then discuss Animal Husbandry (including the Texas brown Tarantula mating season) with none other than SubGenius Sacred Scribe Rev. Ivan Stang and Kurt von Buse-Kuersteiner. And so it goes. Coleridge and others help us along. Poet Robert Bly takes us out with "Kabir."

BY E.F. BENSON is one of a number of horror stories featuring insects-- insects of a supernatural nature. It is one of the most frightful among this group, rivaled (perhaps) by "The Cocoon," by John B. L. Goodwin – ghastly hideousness involving a solitary, disturbed boy, his butterfly collection and the unspeakable consequences of his bizarre entomological obsession. Then there's "The Ash Tree" by Montague Rhodes James (author also of "Casting the Runes," from which the film CURSE (NIGHT OF) THE DEMON originates) although giant spiders are not insects, taxonomically speaking. We performed that one some time ago. Now "Caterpillars" gets a reading here. Experience the incursion of a mass attack by the dire species Cancer inglensis. Another in a series of dramatic presentations of the Ghost Story. Benson joins Goodwin, Lovecraft and Clark Ashton Smith in the group. We recall a personal Caterpillar attack years ago. Later, KrOB pays a salutary visit.

UNEXPECTED yet welcome, takes place in this 240-minute Podcast around 1:52, uplifting us from our bleary Wandervogel amid accumulated Archival Material. Before that, we reviewed the great Victor Frankenstein's experiments in perfusion and the reanimation of dead tissue, including brain tissue-- WHICH IS NOW BEING DONE. Dead brain tissue stimulated to living activity by a properly applied electrical tickle. Yes, we're actually living at a time when Frankenstein's work, once sneered at by the Dr. Waldmans of this world, has been re-discovered and put into practice! Impossible, Science has proclaimed; now Science has egg on its face. And not for the first time... Many other subjects come up for discussion, such as recent articles in the revived Monster Magazine CASTLE OF FRANKENSTEIN. Perhaps that sounds a bit too grim? A mite too mordant? But you'll find that KrOB adds life (like Coca-Cola) and makes the post-Thanksgiving-esque feast more palatable and indeed savory. We close with a brief programme of refreshing music...

...AND OTHERS; the "Overlay" audio technique, used heavily here, touches on the marches or borderlands of this great, disrespected literary and art form. We were lately struck what seems a mortal blow, a tremendous knock, when Drew Friedman's marvelous book with portraits of the Underground Cartoonists (purchase it!) came out and we found we were excluded from that roster of honor. Seventy-two years old (going on 73), sitting in the cold in the middle of the night drawing yet one more comic book, one is served up the ashes of despair, finding oneself omitted, left out of the history. It makes a body feel like never drawing another line. But since then, we have ended up pursuing a few additional assignments. You'll also hear a discussion of the careers of Herakles, son of Zeus, and one of his more contemporary avatars, Kal-El of Krypton, or, in his Earthly life, Superman.

...AND INTO THE SOCIETY OF NATURAL PHILOSOPHERS, this show, ideally, provides a respite from the reiteration of tired tropes which skim, but never penetrate, the epidermis of popular culture. The Gates to the Noosphere must be flung open; the Pathway never detoured or deflected. So... this one's for you, the recondite few. Stop and breathe; listen, for awhile, as it suits you. Preliminary recitations: Blake, then Tennyson. We discuss the Crurotarsalia and another intriguing fossil species, the Smok wawelski. We speak of the incredible flying Yi Qi, or possibly Yi Yi. We, in this case, comprising our multiple selves (the personal pronoun is forbidden at "RV") and none other than Michael J. Peppe! Peppe brings life and liveliness to our usual sour monologue. We talk of the stars and planets and of all things in heaven and earth, and under the earth. "Smok," intriguingly (to us) is the Polish word for Dragon. Perhaps the dragon who usurped Erebor, the Lonely Mountain, may be brought to mind-- his name was "Smaug." Interesting connection? We spoke of our mutual expired friend, "Pedro," whom we will always miss, and how he managed an unknown and unrecorded demise. Much indiscreet gossip, perhaps unfortunately, then follows. We go out on a festive note. But then... It was after his last appearance on our show that on his way home, Mr. Peppe was set upon by low-lifes, beaten and robbed. They took his cell phone. But, yet, he did return!

...AND ALSO VOICES. Be not a-fear'd; the Isle is full of Noises, Sounds and sweet Airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a Thousand twangling Instruments
Will hum about mine Ears, and sometime Voices... That, if I then had waked after long Sleep, Will make me sleep again. And then, in dreaming,The Clouds methought would open and show Riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again. Next week then, Peppe, with his agile Tongue May answer up to fill each vacant Pause With his own thrice-renown'd mad Speech withal; We shall not have t'unearth old Ghosts For our Conversance, But the living Breath blown from that Peppe's Lips Shall answer rightly. Then shall there be Talk, which may best suit Such Hours as these, more than these dredg'd-up Dreams. Otherwise, if Peppe can't make it, another show like this one...

...AGAINST MY RUINS. A solo show with no guests-- but we are now back producing programs that are recorded and may be downloaded at last. So the station lurches back to normalcy, or its own version of the same. The equipment is still broken. The head of "RV" suggested that we just ask the fans to bail the show out of the crisis of having, for more than a year, a broken CD deck with only one working tier. The studio telephone actually comes through that assemblage, or rather does not in that junk's inert condition. If anyone does care to help replace the CD player, since the station won't, does not care and has said so-- send Moneeee to this outfit, and SAY it's to replace the equipment we need to do basic sound mixing on our own show. Do mention the name-- the Ask Dr. Hal! Show. There's only one by that name in this podcast factory.

OUR FIRST SHOW after the computer failure that ended Radio Valencia's presence for awhile-- first a reminiscence about unexpected encounters with improbably large spiders, then an effortless segue into "The Curse of Yig" a collaboration as much as a "Lovecraft revision" between Zelia Brown Bishop and H. P. Lovecraft. Although a good Lovecraft-type story, it contains many wonderful and authentic details provided by Bishop which Lovecraft could never have provided on his own. A good presentation for the (still ongoing) Halloween season... We hope Yig himself will not take offense. Heh, heh. heh...

OR, MICHAEL JOINS THE SHOW AGAIN after more than a 3-year interval. Four hours fly by as Michael J. Peppe speculates on many divers topics. No Archival recording, but the Man himself steers the program past perilous shoals of error and into hidden seas of calm intellection. The Cosmos itself has few secrets from us, as our focus finds topics very near and very far. We hope that Mr. Peppe will visit us frequently, suggesting new directions as we enter a later realm of podcast pre-eminence.

...relates the otherwise unnamed speaker’s journey to a mysterious land across the sea, where he tries but fails to make contact with the people who dwell there. He descends into despair and near-madness, after years eventually returning to his own country, to find himself utterly alienated from those he once knew. A wanderer, walking by the shore, he comes across a white bell-like shell in which he hears the sound of distant harbors and seas. It is then that a boat appears-- and he is borne away to a strange country, beyond the deep, a realm glittering, beautiful and mysterious. There, he hears the sound of distant music, voices and footfalls, but when he seeks the source of the sound the mysterious inhabitants of the land only flee from him.

Climbing onto a mound, he presumptuously names himself the King of the place, and challenges its people to come forth. Instead, however, darkness descends upon him, and he falls to the ground, blinded and bent.

Afterward, he wanders in the wood, growing old. And, after a year and a day, broken and weary he seeks out the sea and boards a ship that will take him back to his own land.

When he arrives home, though, the sea-bell is silent, and he is alienated from his own world, misunderstood and forsaken by those he once knew.

In addition to the labor needed to make the intellectual and spiritual journey, such a pilgrim may also suffer aloneness from the resulting separation from those uninspired, the secret treasure of enlightenment a comfort oblique to the vital need a living, social being bears for community and human understanding.

Then, the solitary journey's pangs are appeased by human connection. When KrOB pays a welcome visit, the incident at once deflects all morose wallowing in existential sorrows. An additional hour provides a lighter tone, as we close after five hours. NEXT WEEK: Peppe, or not?

FROM PRIVATION TO SYBARITIC OVER-INDULGENCE, or perhaps A BURNED MAN'S RETURN. A solo effort, the show is a neat three hours. Reminiscences of that Nevada event are inevitable here. Adventures of the Mud-Men. How to walk in the sucking mud. Triops longicaudatus, the creature that lives under the Playa, shown above. As we sunk down, they rose up, as Nature maintained its usual equilibrium.

--OR, TAXONOMIES OF FANTASTIC ZOOLOGY, since a rambling discourse to such a purpose eventually develops and carries the program right up against its conclusion. Yes, we mention the old boy and his confinement within the Moon's Orbit, and that's at the beginning, following an Apostrophe to Necromancy. We know, we know-- we've spent a lot of time preaching against this practice, but here we give it some Equal Time to make its case. It's only fair. That's Clark Ashton Smith and George Meredith respectively. Now, an interesting recent book, LORDS OF THE LEFT-HAND PATH, which we loaned to somebody and never got back, makes the trenchant observation that everything you read about devil and demon worshipers has been written by the Other Side-- that is, those who vehemently oppose them. Some caution should be exercised, then, in approaching this topic. So that's this show, a mere three hours talking about Gryphons. Aramaspians, Dragons, Sea Monsters, Chimaeras, Harpies and even the Fire Salamanders in the works of Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim. And again we revisit battling theories in Vertebrate Paleontology, and stake our position in the burning controversy about just how saintly was "St." George, anyway (not very)... Then there's the entirely incorrect and false current concept of the Unicorn. What caused us to follow this enchanting but deadly creature into a Labyrinth of error? Eh? Heh, heh... Groovy, ain't it? It'll just slay 'em. And we throw in the legend of Cupid and Psyche, which comes to us in late Roman literature courtesy of the Metamorphosis of Apuleius. This show has a reputation to uphold.

OR, JETT, HOWLL, NORMAL AND KrOB could be another title which might sum up this 5-hour episode. This one might be for True Believers only. The entire thing might be viewed as an accelerated slide into irretrievable oblivion, starting with Shelley's "To a Skylark" but descending to earth soon-- and beneath it to cthonic depths. Now, at say, 0:207:05, the experiment begins between Dr. H. Owll, Jett and David Normal-- the presentation of randomly selected paragraphs from randomly selected, crumbling issues of pulp magazines from a former era of popular culture.

BY CLARK ASHTON SMITH: a reading. In this episode we perform Smith's first story of Zothique, the last continent of dying Earth (20:05). Necromancy restores an entire extinct people in that dimly-seen future world. The unlawful raising of the dead exemplifies the most evil extreme of forbidden Black magic and sorcery, a Cosmic affront to the Universe-- with an inevitable Karmic kickback of equivalent retribution-- as we shall see. Your comments are invited. After this, guest Kimmie Joan offers opinions on a multitude of subjects as we share soda-pop-- and memories. Archival material comes next, with a slight overlay, including rare KPFA Puzzling Evidence recordings of the late Dr. Ygrundas Quimby, Dr. H. Owl's younger brother, a.k.a. Jeffrey Hull Robins (obit. 2002). We round off the podcast hosting special guest KrOB, always welcome on the show. This is our first podcast following our Summer tour, itself interrupted by an assault of COVID, now vanquished but then the cause of the derailing of the first stop on the aforementioned tour. Be sure not to miss RELOADIO, circa 10PM on Saturday night. Go t the Facebook Reloadio Page to follow and for download instructions... CAUTION: Do not be cowed by a squirt of Dead Air which unaccountably occurs before the reading begins. We are plagued, as often noted, by the frequent failure of the digital instrumentalities of the underlying System.

OF FRESHWATER bodies-- Nereids are the Oceanic variety. NAIADES (Naiads) were the nymphs of rivers, streams, lakes, marshes, fountains and springs. They were minor goddesses who attended the assemblies of the gods on Mount Olympus. Pegaiai (Pegaeae) were the Nymphs of springs; Krenaiai (Crenaeae) were Naiads of fountains; Potameides presided over rivers and streams; Limnades and Limnatides inhabited lakes and Heleionomai were the nymphs of marshes and wetlands.

Naiades, in conjunction with the goddess Artemis, were nurses of the young and the protectors of girls, overseeing their safe passage from child to adult. Apollon and the River-Gods were the complimentary guardians of boys.

In myth many Naiades were the wives of kings and hold a prominent place in the royal genealogies. Others, such as the beautiful daughters of the River Asopos, were loved by the gods. They often gave their names to towns, cities and islands, and as such were surely regarded as the goddess-protectors of a settlement's main water supply such as a spring, fountain, or well.

SPECIAL ADDED ATTRACTION-- Visit from KrOB1

AND ADDITIONAL DECIPHERING, including a (limited) concluding recitation from Macaulay's LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME, viz., HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE. Everything comes round again (and again... and again...) --getting enough sleep can lessen this repetitiveness. You know, there are still some copies out there. The book was ahead of its time. Also with Sufism and other Archival Iterations. More than the usual three hours, yet not four. Sometimes less is said to be more. A solo offering-- to the Gods...

--ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THE IMMINENT ELECTION CYCLE eternally looming. More electoral news from the Archive (but evergreen). Malfunctioning equipment mars our entrance. A Solo endeavor, with the Disco Reptilians right next door. Back from Arizona, about to be gone to New York-- for "real X-Day" (which isn't all that real) for one week exactly. Re-run a-comin' up next week. For now, list to the political infighting among the Radio Subs of yore.

AND OTHER TROPES, between journeys to perform various shows, shall serve as this headstone? Monsters are Abroad in the Night (as always). So, this is a solo effort, bolstered with archival recordings, which reveal here an additionally appended layer. Next week we're hoping to bring in some guests, but we shall see.

OR, SUBGENIUS CURIO TRUNK as Dr. H. Owll unpacks archives from X-Day presences past. No guests, but plenty of ghosts. The Tucson live Ask Dr. Hal! show was well attended, and the brief stay in the desert delightful. We will soon have guests on upcoming shows, by the way. In the meantime, we continue with our esoteric experiments in the realm of the "Occult."