My so-called journal

On Thursday the 31st, or Halloween as it's called in most of the world, the spirit of Abbie Hoffman took over the Foundation Building, and Cooper Union students, alumni, faculty, and staff set to work casting a spell to levitate the building—as Hoffman and the Yippies had done with the Pentagon in 1967.





Students dropped a trail of cornmeal around the perimeter of the building and circled it, chanting. They lit tea lights and carried votives:



They circled faster and faster, and chanted louder and louder; some rode brooms. Eventually they congregated in front of the building and ate Munchkins™.



Lastly, they placed a shrine including candles, brooms, flowers, and pumpkins at the statue of Peter Cooper on Cooper Square.



This was the best Halloween ever!



Afterwards—not having actually caused the Foundation Building to levitate—we sat in a circle and shared our thoughts. Well, the Yippies didn't manage to actually levitate the Pentagon, either.

I only managed to snap a few pix of the Halloween parade Sunday before the battery in my camera died.


These guys call themselves "The Drunkard's Wife"


And these guys call themselves "BaritoneARMY." (In Low Notes We Trust)


This is Matt, the bass sax player; without his makeup, he looks pretty harmless.


This is the Parkside Bar and Grill—don't let the name fool you; they don't serve food—where I played my sax Tuesday night with The Drunkard's Wife. So much fun!


The Drunkard's Wife has an electric bassoon player; and remember, they don't serve food, so after a few drinks, everything starts to look like this.