The Ides of Horror (October Horror #0)

Every semester that contains an October (and a few that don’t), I ask my students, “What’s your favorite horror movie?” The answers vary, and that’s what the lesson is about: the assumptions we make when we ask certain questions. In this case the assumptions are: A) you like horror movies, B). you can pick a favorite, and, among others, but perhaps most importantly, C) we all agree on what a ‘horror’ movie is.

Some people will immediately head for the classics, the Canon of Horror: “Halloween,” “Friday the 13th,” “Nightmare on Elm Street,” and even “Saw” — the movies that everyone who knows anything about horror movies know about.

Others choices are trickier. Is “Alien” a horror movie, or science-fiction? Does it matter if the ghost in the haunted house story is a reptilian alien that has multiple, many-toothed maws and that the haunted house itself is a spaceship?

Probably not. After all, the haunted house theme in horror movies is about isolation. The family moves into a new (and ridiculously affordable) home only to encounter horrors there while finding themselves separated from the rest of the world by being new to the area and not knowing anyone to go to for help, or by storm (“It was a dark and stormy night.” Boo!), or by concern that people will think they’re crazy, or by any number of other factors.

What is “Alien,” then, but the ultimate haunted house — the one you can’t leave because outside the windows is the vacuum of space and that means there’s a whole lot of yard between you and the next closest neighbor?

Other choices are even more problematic, however. Is “Silence of the Lambs” a horror movie? There are some disturbing scenes in it, but is “disturbing” enough to classify something as horror? Does appearing on the “Horror” shelf at your local (and probably out-of-business) video rental store or on Netflix make it so?

Often, one of my students will offer that his favorite horror movie is anything with Will Ferrell. I might be tempted to agree, but I doubt I’ll include “Land of the Lost” on my October Horrorfest roster.

Boo!

Boo!

What will be going on my roster are movies that include a supernatural element. For me, it isn’t good enough that there is an unstoppable killer wearing some sort of hockey/catcher’s/Canadian curling mask (or, in the case of Michael Myers from the original “Halloween”, a mask of William Shatner’s face). Slasher movies are fine for the startle scare and for having your significant other jump in your lap while you’re watching one at the theater. Heck, I have a lot of them in my DVD collection (including the best of the batch and the movie that brought horror back into the theater mainstream after nearly a decade of horror-less-ness: “Scream”). But being un-killable isn’t supernatural enough (and, yes, I know the killer in “Scream” wasn’t un-killable. Endlessly replaceable works just as well).

Maybe because there are quite enough human monsters out there in the world already, I prefer my movie monsters to be ghosts, werewolves, vampires (that don’t sparkle, thank you very much), aliens, mutants, and possibly have tentacles, or at least exude some sort of ichor and have far too many teeth.

One of my favorite horror movies of this type is “They.” It’s about small, hungry creatures who live in the dark. These critters target children who have night terrors, and then hunt them when those children are all grown up. A childhood favorite of mine, “Don’t be Afraid of the Dark” was remade recently, and it has small, frightening creatures that live in dark places, too.

Another good one in the same vein is “Boogeyman.” The monster in the closet scares us on a near primal level, perhaps hearkening back to a genetic memory of one of our ancestors gazing into a black cave mouth and wondering if he’ll be gulped down by a grizzly or a sabertooth if he goes back in there to grab his coat and hat.

“American Werewolf in London” is excellent, too, exploring the psychological damage one does to oneself when we hurt the ones we love (or at least like a little bit). But then, werewolf movies explore the dark places in ourself anyway — the fear that we might let the wolf out by accident or on purpose one day. “The Howling” does that well.

And therein is what horror is all about. By taking as its subject the impossible, or at least improbable (aliens, ghosts, giant worms, killer frogs, spooky children with glowing eyes), horror allows us to face our deeper fears — of death, of being alone, of the unknown, of ourselves, of children with spooky glowing eyes — and say, “Oh, whew, it’s okay. THAT could never happen.”

Unless it could.

The author is attempting to watch a horror movie a day throughout the month of October. Check back here to see how that’s coming along.

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Perfectly Barbecued Corn on the Cob

A couple of days ago, I found myself watching a DVR’d episode of Anthony Bourdain’s “No Reservations” travel-and-food show. This particular episode was set in the Ozarks, where I currently live.

Well, I live in Springfield, MO, the Ozarks equivalent of what New York City is to Upstate New York, or what Anchorage is to Alaska, but without the traffic hassles in the case of the former and moose drinking from your swimming pool in the latter. The show wasn’t concerned with Springfield. Instead, it visited some of the neighboring towns, such as Joplin (pre-tornado, I’m assuming, since that devastation wasn’t mentioned).

The premise of “No Reservations” is that Anthony Bourdain travels around the world, finding exotic locales with exotic foods and experimenting a bit with both. In the Ozarks episode, Bourdain goes fish gigging with the author of “Winter’s Bone” (Daniel Woodrell, who lives around here somewhere), coon hunting with dogs and a bunch of guys who look like they’d be scary to meet in a dark alley, duck hunting with some fellas who had never before managed to cook a duck in a way they liked to eat, and, after all of this, scarfed down some squirrel, venison, and other tasty Midwestern treats.

Toward the end of the episode, Bourdain is in Joplin for a sit-down meal with the members of the band Ha Ha Tonka (which is also a nice park with cliffs and a castle up by Camdenton). Not sure what the meat dish was, possibly venison, but I did notice a big heap of corn-on-the-cob on the platter.

The problem, and what this spiel has been leading up to, is that their corn-on-the-cob looked charred, like they’d peeled off the husks and then just tossed the ears into the coals for a few minutes.

I do a lot of barbecuing here in the New York/Anchorage of the Ozarks, and although I might have burned a few things on the grill, especially when I get distracted by “Jeopardy” or a tractor pull showing on the telly, mostly I manage to cook up pretty darned good corn-on-the-cob.

Here’s how to do it without taking a welding torch to your corn:

You’ll need sweet corn, still in the husk. I get mine from the corner grocery store or from a roadside stand. You can get yours from Wal-Mart, but I don’t recommend it. Their sweet corn, at least this year, has been looking a little peaked (as we say in these here parts — it means ‘sickly’ or ‘yicky’ or ‘bllllarrrggghhht’). What you’re looking for is a plump ear of corn cuddled in a husk that is a clean, light green. If the husk is brown or shriveled, then the growers didn’t use nearly enough experimental fertilizers and pesticides. Find one that did.

A beautiful stack of corn at Wal-Mart

Here's a beautiful stack of corn that actually was at Wal-Mart. In fact, we complemented the employee who'd done the stacking on his corn-stacking skills. The corn looks pretty good, too.

How many you’ll need will depend on how many you’re planning to feed and how hungry they are. In urban areas, I recommend one ear per person. If you’re more countrified (and therefore in need of a heartier dinner), go with three-to-five ears per person. Judge the crowd.

Once you have a bag full of perfect ears, take ’em back home. You can keep them for a day or two, but sweet corn will go bad (the kernels will get all dried-out) if you wait too long.

About an hour before you’re ready to throw them on the grill, break the bottom spur off the ear, along with whatever outer layers of husk it takes with it, then cut the top tassels off. Just typing the word ‘tassles’ makes me recall, with horror, of those hot, searing days of my youth spent de-tasseling corn up in the cornfields of Iowa (okay, there was just the one day and then I quit. Still: horror). Moving on.

Now, VERY CAREFULLY peel the remaining folds of husk down to the bottom of the ear of corn. Not all the way, because you’ll be putting it back here in a minute, so maybe 3/4 of the way. Doing this will reveal a bunch of furry stuff I don’t know what the technical name of is (UPDATE: “silk” — thank you, internet). Pull all that out. It’ll be messy. You’ll need a broom later if you’re doing this in your kitchen.

Push the folds of the husk back up to sorta re-cover the kernels. It won’t be perfect. Do your best. After that, repeat with all the other ears of corn you bought. Once your corn has been suitably prepared to go to the High School dance, put them all in a container you’ve filled with water (no, it doesn’t matter what kind of container, as long as it’s big enough to hold all the ears of corn; heck, use more than one if you have to). Let the ears soak for about forty-five minutes. Shorter will work if you’re in a rush, but at least get ’em damp so that you can say you tried. Longer is fine or even better (I once went to a movie while mine were soaking).

Presumably, sometime during all of this, you’ve fired up your grill. Not your gas grill. If you’re going to use a gas grill, why not just cook inside? Okay, fine, if a gas grill is all you have, then go for it. Me, I like the high carbon emissions of a good old-fashioned charcoal grill.

After the corn has soaked, drain ’em and then put them on the top rack of your BBQ. You want them to soak in the heat like they soaked in the water.

All that’s left now is to let them cook. Fifteen or twenty minutes ought to do it. Don’t forget to give them a quarter-turn ever five minutes or so. A good way to tell when the ears are done is to poke ’em with your finger (or a blunt utensil of some sort, but probably not a golf club). If the kernels are soft, they’re done. If they’re dry and hard, toss ’em out and start over; you cooked ’em too long.

The last step is to pull the ears off the grill, peel off the husks, and serve with plenty of butter, salt, and pepper.

Enjoy.

With thanks to Alton Brown and Food Network’s “Good Eats” for turning me onto the wonders of soaking the corn before grilling, thus eliminating the need to keep slathering the ears with butter to keep them moist while cooking.

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The Perils of Jogging

Jogging is, by its nature, dangerous.

One of the obvious hazards of jogging is the face plant. Nothing can ruin your chances at keeping all your teeth or of going out on the town Friday night with Miss [insert the name of your state here] 2011 as fast as tripping over your feet while you’re jogging. In that moment, you know you’re going to fall and there’s nothing you can do about it; it’s as inevitable as Reality TV shows dominating network TV for the upcoming season. Worse, you have just enough time to realize that you don’t have enough time to stop your fall with anything other than your face.

Face plant.

This pain is soon followed by the inevitable gibes of your friends when they found out that the reason you were at the ER was because you decided to get some exercise. They’ll point out that they were perfectly safe while they were down at the pub drinking a pint.

Another standard hazard of jogging is getting hit by lightning during bad weather. But that’s your own darned fault for jogging in the rain.

Finally, of course, there’s the chance of keeling over from a heart attack if you’ve been spending most of your time in a pub tossing down pints rather than having ever jogged before.

However ominous these dangers are, though, there are other, sneakier, cleverer, more dangerouser dangers that are relatively unknown.

For instance, there is always the possibility of squirrel attack. I jog in a park, like many people around the world (well, around the US; well, around places with parks). Now, you’re thinking to yourself, “Yeah, ok, I get animal attacks, ’cause lots of people walk their dogs at parks, and most dogs are killers on par with Cujo and Cerberus and Lassie and that mutt from “Homeward Bound,” but squirrels? Really?”

Yup, really.

They’re out there, waiting. Oh, sure, it looks like they’re minding their own business, collecting acorns and Mardi Gras beads in anticipation of winter, letting bygones be bygones while families barbecue, frisbee throwers frisbee, and joggers jog, but in actuality they’re just looking for their moment to rise up and ATTACK!

Be prepared.

In addition to the inevitable coming of the squirrelpocalypse, the jogger has to worry about what may be the greatest danger of all: co-eds. The chance of a co-ed (for us guys) or a frat boy (for you ladies) going jogging at the same park as you is high, especially if you live in a college town. The chance of your significant other finding out that you were running backwards for almost a quarter of a mile while checking out said co-ed/frat boy passing by is even higher. At that point you’ll be glad that you’re already at the ER, having managed to trip over your feet and face planted.

Then, too, there’s always banana peels.

It's waiting for you. One misstep, that's all it needs.

This photo, 'Banana Peel on a Sidewalk', was re-created by professionals. Don't try this at home--it's far too dangerous.

I was jogging along earlier today, minding my own business and absolutely not looking at any co-eds who were also at the park when, suddenly, as I came up on a blind corner I saw that there was not one, but two banana peels lying on the path!

Only incredible nerve and amazing reflexes allowed me to react in time to dodge them safely (that and the fact that my jogging speed is only a wee bit faster than continental drift).

Heart still pounding in my chest when I was safely on the other side of the obstacles, I looked around, wondering who might have accidentally or intentionally been the instigator of this slapstick Three Stooges skit in the making.

Was it the guys in the ambulance who were parked not far away? Sure, they looked like they were eating an early lunch of tuna sandwiches, but could bananas have been involved? Or were they maybe trying to drum up some business the old-fashioned way?

Or had my girlfriend wanted to curtail my co-ed watching? Er, I mean, been completely mistaken about my co-ed watching in a funny Romantic-Comedy-misunderstanding way? The peels might have been meant not to kill, but only to maim in order to keep me safely at home on the couch, watching Reality TV shows.

There was no way of–

Then I saw him. He was lurking behind a tree, beady little eyes tracking my movements, sharp little teeth bared in what I could only guess was an evil grin.

Squirrel.

I jogged faster.

The author hasn’t been heard from for several days. Squirrels of interest are being questioned about his disappearance. Follow him @Parablehead on Twitter or on his blog at goblinbrook.wordpress.com.

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