1st Halloween

We had the pleasure of taking our Nepali friend Ajay to Rhubarb's Bazoinker Ball for his 1st Halloween. Needless to say it was a wild evening, and I think his perception of the United States has some storm troopers, fairies and bloody goblins written into it. Not to mention Rex-quan-doe. And lots of loud music and chicken wings of course. I assured him that his hunter costume was certainly not the weirdest one there. I look forward to Thanksgiving where Ajay will see just how much us fatties can shove into our gluttonous mouths! Also, one night this weekend Damien and I rented the new Aminityville Horror which was so scary that we had to take a break in the middle of it, turn on the lights, and have a conversation about regular things before we could continue watching (with the lights on)! Recently we saw poet John Ashberry read and then answer questions. He told us he was a pretty funny guy and he was too. I'm preparing a unit plan on the Harlem Renaissance and reading poetry from Langston Hughes again, and for the first time I'm really reading Countee Cullen. Once you get into the language and imagine Duke Ellington's jazz bustin out of clubs like the Cotton Club and W.E.B. Dubois talking about the souls of black people and progress and equality and all that art by folks like Aaron Douglas and Augusta Savage, and you listen to those lonely lines of poetry, those little threads connecting us to a wild time in the past, you're like, well, damn.