Halloween Nightmare
So you have yet another Halloween party looming and your creativity has been squeezed dry, but before you resort to throwing a white sheet over your head, then why not try reinventing something that’s already hanging in your wardrobe? Quick, simple, and you won’t have to spend your pay cheque on a costume that’s just going to collect dust after the party’s over.
Little black dress – push the versatility of that old reliable party outfit to the limit. All you need is an old black cardigan or cheap cape, which the shops are full of at this time of year. Cut bat-shaped wings into the material, pop some black lipstick on and don’t forget to flap your wings! A Breton top - a wardrobe staple for everyone, a navy and white striped top can serve as the perfect sailors outfit. Just throw on some shorts, white shoes and anything nautical looking.Occupy Wall Street: The Morning They Didn't Clean the Park
They were saying on Thursday night that it was all over for the protesters. Brookfield Properties, the owner of Zuccotti Park, had asked the NYPD to uproot the people who had been occupying their park. Mayor Bloomberg had said it would be clean on Friday morning at 7 AM. And there were petitions and pleas and hues and cries. Just after midnight, I was paying attention to the cracks of thunder and the white lightning flashes and the hard rain rapping against the pane of my window in Brooklyn. I was reading reports of protesters shouting with joy against the heavens. They didn’t give a damn if they were being doused. Yet I fretted hard about the whole scene and couldn’t sleep and hit the subway station less than two hours after these ruminations, hitting the subway station close to the golden palindromic time of 2:22 AM.
While waiting for the train, I listened to a thin middle-aged man loosen his incoherent rap addressed to our present President from some semblance of a Black Power haze, conflating a CIA conspiracy to flood drugs into poor neighborhoods with an anti-Semitic plot involving 9/11. His umbrella nib stabbed through the air with each improvised line. In ten or fifteen years, could this be an Occupy Wall Street protester? Not out of the question. A little more than a week before, I went to Zuccotti and the surrounding areas after the Foley Square arrests. The open talk had transmuted into something more quiet and cautious after mikes caught quite a lot but sullied the message. There had been talk of interlopers and intruders and betrayers. And while hardly an expert in American politics, I knew my history, remembering how it had all fizzled out in the years before my existence. The thin middle-aged man gave me an opportunity for more sentimental equations, and I couldn’t shake my heart’s troubling tendency to play the long game.
Leonard Pine Flower, a young Apache and Yaqui father wearing an AIM T-shirt, said he came to support Dawson because “this hit close to home. These are women and children they are attacking and we won't tolerate it. She's a kind woman who does not
