Outgoing Mail
Little League, 1955

We're all out and about, tending stuff. The office is fool proof, so rummage around and find what you need.

About Us

The Attic of Gallimaufry is the collaboration and project site for the league of New Mexico writers sharing the pen name, Gregory S Trachta. Most of them reside in or near Mudgap, but there is a hardcore diaspora in Texas, Colorado, Missouri, Massachusetts, and other New Mexico towns. Here they post as if on a blog, without schedule, or agenda, ongoing projects, clippings, reading notes, special interests, and stuff.

The site is a salute to the temporal horizon, exploring things found by the way, or left behind, with excursions into diverse topics including science, math, art, history, archeology, biography, politics, poetry, literature and the ramblings of idle curiosity.

If you have a comment, we're listening. You can leave messages on Facebook, or forward them via email. Comments are always acknowledged, in some form, and all are dealt with appropriately.

Mission.

Our mission is best suggested by the Twentieth Century Philosopher and part time artiste vernaculaire, Walter Crawford Kelly Jr.

In Kelly's famous Okefenokee Dialectic, specifically his Opossum Dialogs, we find a discourse on mathematical fortitude. One character ciphers away on a sheet of paper while an onlooker kibitzes.

As the figuring nears the bottom of the page, the kibitzer bursts in with, "Wait! What happened to the nine?"

Math Practitioner (puzzled): "Oh. I forgot about the nine."

Kibitzer (confidently): Continue forgetting about it. I'll write it down on this separate sheet of paper.

That's the Attic of Gallimaufry. It's a place for capturing things fallen out of the calculation, to keep track of them in case they need working back in some day.

Defective Architecture

We've recently learned of a discontinuity in our underlying reality. Don't panic.

There is no need to panic.

As we understand it, from a recent study conducted by the Independent Alternate Reality Guild, there are apparently cracks in the Attic of Gallimaufry, which, if heedlessly stumbled into, lead to a parallel-universe version of the Attic of Gallimaufry. Using sophisticated (translation: we couldn't understand it) equipment including the MDD (Multi-Dimensional Dodah), and their patent pending MIS (Multiverse Imaging Shebang), they captured a picture of the reality rift (see below on our desk).

There is nothing to worry about. You are unlikely to be transported into an alien dimension. In any case our doppelgangers, the crew maintaining the alternate Attic of Gallimaufry, so we understand, are friendly, in the sense that phrase takes over there. If you find yourself dealing with them, don't panic. We recommend a smile, and minimal eye contact.

This constitutes Fair Warning.

Layout

Each room will have links to other rooms, and to artifacts in the room. There will usually be a link to the previous page, often at the upper left as an iconic spectator peering over his shoulder (the link to look behind you) or at the bottom as a U turn icon.

From the title room you may visit the Attic Annexes, where most of the artifacts are kept, the little room to the left, or the office which you’ve apparently found.

Looking behind yourself from the title room gets to a bigger version of the main room, and behind that is a long corridor having a small room to the left and an arrow at the far end. Following the arrow leads to the theater. From the small room in the corridor, you'll have access to the eves, and from there into the tunnel, which leads to the lake, and from there back to the little room to the left of the title page.

The Annexes may be accessed from the Annex Directory, or by proceeding to the end of one, and into the next. The items stored in the Annexes may be viewed without leaving the annex hallway.

Unlike many private attics, you are free to take anything you find here, provided you remember where you got it.

We should also mention the reality rift that apparently leads into the parallel Attic of Gallimaufry. If you stumble in there, you're on your own.