Monthly Archives: October 2012
I’m pretty lame now, so I don’t dress up for Halloween anymore. Usually I’ll think of a cool costume in June but by the time Halloween rolls around, I can’t remember what it was.
Besides, like grocery shopping and buying new socks, Halloween is a lot of pressure. Do you want a scary costume, a funny one? Are you going for clever because what if no one gets it and you spend all night explaining it again and again to rolled eyes and polite laughs? And if you’re doing a couple’s costume? That’s even scarier—now in addition to your own, you’re responsible for the person’s that you’re counting on sex from later. If that costume idea goes bad, you’re in trouble.
I suppose there’s a lot of easy ways around all these things, like calming down and realizing its just Halloween. But it’s not that easy, it never is. After all, as Margaret White always says, “They’re all going to laugh at you.”
I had some weird costumes growing up and some simple ones. Dracula, Wyatt Earp, box of lucky Charms, typical stuff. This one year in particular I remember having a pretty awesome costume, way cooler than any of the store bought crap my classmates had. It was an easy one to make too, I think. And that’s what every parent wants right, an easy costume? So what was this awesome costume you ask? I was SuperTed. Yeah, that’s right.
The costume was pretty simple too; a red sweatsuit, some felt my mother attached to the front for his emblem, a cape (goddamn right I had a cape) and the finishing touch: the head and hands of my previous year’s costume, and I was transformed into a beary awesome superhero. Oh right, yeah, I was a Carebear the year before. May or may not have been Sunshine Bear. Moving on—I had a cape, have I mentioned the cape?
You have no idea who SuperTed is, do you? Fine, whatever. Here’s some backstory on him: he was created in 1978 as a storybook character by a Welshman because his kid was afraid of the dark. That led to a kid’s cartoon series like everything did in the late 70s/early 80s. The original cartoon was the first British cartoon broadcast in the US when it aired on the Disney Channel.
Then, in 1989, Hanna-Barbera made a second series, The Further Adventures of SuperTed, which aired as part of the “Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera.” The other shows included in that ‘funtastic world’ you might remember a little better; Fantastic Max, Don Coyote, Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventures, the Midnight Patrol, and even a little Pup Named Scooby Doo, but no one liked that show.
If you never watched these shows, you had a terrible childhood, and your Saturday mornings were clearly completely wasted on you. I used to sit through infomercials on Saturday mornings because I was so psyched for cartoons; I’d wake up too early. Nothing has really changed, apparently; I’ll still watch fucking anything on TV. Really, I just need a moving picture and I’m entertained.
You can watch these cartoons now, Bobby’s World is on Netflix now, so they’re not hard to find. But, you don’t want to, not really. They’re not the same. I just watched the intros for both the original Welsh cartoon series and the American ‘Further Adventures’—and… ‘Murica didn’t help things much. I’m pretty sure the sidekick has space herpes and just roofie’d the poor bear. Both intros are a little terrifying in that what the fuck is this and how did my parents let me watch th—Oh my god the bear just ripped his skin off! How is that a superpower?!
Over the last day or so, I’ve seen a lot of people bash those making jokes about the effects of Sandy in New York City and the surrounding areas, and rightfully so. The loss of life as the storm evolved and swept from the Caribbean Sea up along the Eastern Seaboard, as well as the millions in damage and thousands of people and businesses severely affected by the storm is certainly no laughing matter.
More importantly, let’s keep in mind that the first kid that dresses up like a pirate and steals a rowboat from Central Park is going to clean the fuck up trick or treating.
Come on, they already bought the candy…
I always liked to read when I was little, had a great collection of Berenstain Bears books I’d go through over and over, and a nice pile of Encyclopedia Brown’s from my brother. I think like any other little kid though, I enjoyed watching cartoons more, usually while jumping and climbing all over the couch like I was Spiderman. Well, I still do that, but now I love to read, too.
In fact, I love it. I need to read. I have piled of books throughout my house, shelves loaded to bursting and piled to the ceiling on others; even old ones boxed up to donate.
I like to think of these books, more then I could read if I had months to spend on my couch, as my retirement savings. History, biography, true crime, sci-fi, fantasy, comics, good fiction, bad fiction, James Patterson sell-out fiction. Anything. I’m going to keep piling them up. One day I’m going to read them all. Every single one.
I have Mrs. Hopkins to thank for this hoarders-esque love for books.
Mrs. Hopkins was my third grade teacher and actually the daughter of my second grade teacher. It was a small school. One Friday she gave me a book she thought I’d like. The name of it was Top Secret, one of John Gardner’s lesser known kid’s books. It was a good hardcover copy; brand new, spine unbroken, dust jacket still fresh. Looking back, Mrs. Hopkins probably bought it herself.
You don’t think about books in your school or classroom libraries when you’re that age. There’s no thought of where they came from. It’s a library: those books are part of a library and that’s the most natural thing to a nine year old. Those books are all meant to be there, and nothing should ever stop that from being a reality.
Now, years later, I’ve seen what schools and individual teachers go through to get the money for those books. They struggle for each and every book’s spine that some little kid can pass their fingers over as they walk the length of a bookshelf for that one perfect story to lose themselves in.
I didn’t know if I’d even like this book. Didn’t have any intention of spending my Friday night reading, either, just saying that. I took it home with me, least I could do for Mrs. Hopkins. She was pretty cool.
But that perfect story for a little kid to lose themselves in? That was this one. Fridays were always TV and pizza night, and we got pop with dinner. That was a big deal. Not this time, not this Friday night. I spent the entire night laying on the couch, my feet buried under one of the cushions and I read that book from cover to cover. Couldn’t put it down. Haven’t put it down since.
I’ve seen teachers do a lot to put books in kids’ hands, from grants to cashing in cans, to paying for them straight out of their own pockets. There’s countless ways they do it, and maybe you can say there’s never as many books or enough money, but they do it.
Just like Mrs. Hopkins twenty years ago handed me a book that changed my life, a friend of mine is reaching out through a group called DonorsChoose to raise money for her own third grade classroom. She wants to build a book nook with little kid couches and as many books as her students can read.
Check out the link, hopefully you can give a little to make this happen. When you enter the code INSPIRE, DonorsChoose will match any gift you give. Gifts of $50 or more gets you a pile of thank you notes from those little kids whose lives you helped change.
Take a look, share it, talk about it, inspire a teacher you know to reach out through organizations like this.
So thank you John Gardner for writing Top Secret. Thank you Mrs. Hopkins for finding that book and handing it to me, for smiling and telling me, “I think you might like this.” I did. I’ve thought about that book and the impact it had on me every day. And thank you Mrs. Clabeaux, for being part of a new generation of teachers that are finding ways to reach out to thousands of people so that you might change the lives of as many kids as possible.
Or even just one that twenty years later might remember a book you handed to him one Friday afternoon.
from Mrs. Clabeaux at 11pm October 23rd: