Crooklyn

With six days left I've decided to spend most of the time showing the girls movies. As it nearly takes them a half-hour to get settled, two days for a two-hour movie is a pretty good bet. But when looking for something that seven Black and Latina girls from Brooklyn can get into, there's nothing more comprehensive than Spike Lee's Crooklyn, a flick that so much of the world has all but forgotten and yet one of the best film's Spike Lee has ever done. I hadn't seen the flick since I caught it in the theater all those years ago. And I have to admit that I like it even more now than I did then.

The interesting thing today will be seeing how one of my worst little girls reacts to the film, as it's about a heroine who's about her age, who has all brothers and who seems to think that so much of what she has to deal with in her life is stupid. There's also the strongly mentioned issues of hair and skin color and racism. And there are plenty of laughs in between. For once I'm going to push play and just let it all roll on autopilot as I meditate on the immediacy of knowing what's next. After that it's Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. And then I'm out of there. Three paychecks to go and I'm back out in the wilderness stalking prey. But the Lord shall provide. He always does.

I have two lectures to prepare for in Jersey on Friday. As it's been awhile I want to go back through and make sure my presentation is as tight as it can be. After all folks will be watching. And I happen to like it when my talks go over well. But before that I'm getting started on this Midnight's Children thing. I've got high hopes for it actually. Even though it's strictly underground I know the right folks will give it the love it deserves. And come this weekend I'll have another person on the couch. That's right, one of my best friends, my boy K, will be here for a week. Once he leaves I don't think I'm allowing visitors for a good month. Ok maybe that's extreme, but it will be great to take my morning pace through the crib after getting out of bed without having to open closed doors or step over sleeping bodies. I'm a generous dude and all but the lodge has been feeling like the Ramada since Easter and toilet paper and soap have been running our way too fast. But better days are coming. Questions are getting answered and I'm finally about to give in to the spirits on an issue I've fought for the longest. They see further than I do after all. Why walk blind when you can see through walls? Out.