Friday Odds & Sods Throws the Bums Out

Another election come and gone, and your humble correspondent is reminded of a certain anthem of the 1970s.  Indeed, this has been a week of changes that feel significant but in the end are less than they appear.  For instance, Daylight Savings time is officially over and tout le monde complains of the grogginess and darkness that ensues.  Yet in another few months, will not the same people be complaining in the exact opposite vein as we spring forward versus falling back?  And so it goes.  As an officially licensed gallipot, I advise foregoing worry on such matters, and instead turning to this weeks Odds & Sods

• The New Yorker with what I consider the definitive take on Tuesday's happenings
• Speaking of sociopaths, a very interesting article about the Spahn Ranch, the semi-abandoned Western set that became the Manson Family hideaway
• Your humble is leaving the confines of the Metropolis today for a journey to the vast expanse known as Upstate.  While I generally consider myself a dazzling urbanite, there is something to be said for apple cider and turning leaves.  And of course, beer
• Finally, a song that, while a little rustic, I find very appropriately autumnal