Here's Sara and Jen. I'm a dork and kept talking about Sara during my mid-poem-reading banter. Sara's a great titler, and I'm not. Etc. The mood was very casual, so it was fine.
Jay R during his reading. He did a fabulous job. His voice kind of puts me in a trance, so it was a good thing I had to take pictures.
Today I was guest poet at Jen's school. These high schoolers were amazing! So sincere and enthusiastic, and super talented. Their poems could totally hang with my advanced undergrad crew. I sold a bunch of books, and one girl insisted that I autograph her arm. I was afraid I was going to hurt her, so I just wrote my initials. I felt like I was signing an inter-departmental memo. Quite a new experience.
So the robo-calls have been pouring in to Casa MB. With two registered Democrats in the house, we seem to get four times the bombardment. Gabi is really interested in the election--she almost remembers reading the Obama signs in our old neighborhood in Chicago--so I am going to pick the kids up early tomorrow and take them voting with me. This will be a nightmare, of course, but it'll be worth it. My mom always took me. Sometimes she'd let me use the punching tool.
In my first elementary school they had the kids "vote." I remember being only one of two kids who voted for Mondale. I was really surprised by that. Afterwards I started composing satirical political songs to be performed for the parents waiting by the back door at pick-up time. I rhymed Reagan with pagan. And maybe with bacon. Did anyone else "vote" in school? I imagine it's long verboten--too divisive and whatnot.
Keeping my fingers crossed. Not enjoying Eric Wasserman's cold. Hoping it goes away soon.