Last year was my first Christmas in New York. I wanted to have a card that varied from my usual style and that was fun and silly. What better place for all that than Coney Island? My first visit to Coney was totally memorable. As we watched the sideshow performers do crazy and terrible things to their bodies, I was called from the audience to pull the sword from the sword-swallower's throat. It was terrifying and awesome and completely real.
I always liked these performers ever since the litany of Hissa the Snake Boy from the Frederick County Fair repeated itself about a million times as we stood in line for some ride or another, I think either the Zipper or the Ferris Wheel. "Hissa! The Snake Boy! Alive, alive, crawling all over his body!" One time I told my class about Hissa as we were looking at some circus imagery and I completely lost my composure by laughing. It was the kind of I-couldn't-stop-this-laugh-even-if-you-put-a-gun-to-my-head laugh that leaves one speechless for a minute or two. I vowed to never mention Hissa again in class, lest I risk all respectability as a professor.
My mom used to tell me about how my Grandpa, who passed away six years ago, used to go to Coney and ride the Cyclone. I knew then how my card should look.
Have yourself a silly little Christmas! My plans for this year are even more bizarre.
My true love gave to me three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.
Unfortunately due to a moving snafu and the start of teaching, I won't be able to complete the fourth day in time for Christmas (and my fall art sale in Chelsea) this year, especially if I hope to complete an envelope liner. But I am very happy with the three plump hens. They came to fruition on September 11, ten years after such a sad day. Living in NYC this year, it was more potent than I expected. I was glad to have something for my hands to do. Do you recognize the same border from the partridge? I think it looks much different with its new French inhabitants.
Has anyone seen that cheesy, wonderfully weird movie from 1979 called "The Halloween that Almost Wasn't"? We watched it all the time as kids. It starred Judd Hirsch as Dracula, who works to try to convince the Halloween monsters: the mummy, Frankenstein, the werewolf, and the witch, that Halloween should not end. It even ends with disco dancing and leisure suits. What's not to like? In a ridiculous scene where Dracula has to get through a locked door, he shrinks into a tiny bat to squeeze under the door. You can even see the string pulling him through.
This one's for you, Dracula!
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