Sunday, November 1, 2009
Hawthorne Hawkman Halloween!
Guest post and photos by the Hawthorne Hawkman, photo of the Hawkman in costume by Ty Jaramillo
Every year the Hawthorne Neighborhood Council opens its doors to the kids who play for the Jordan-Hawthorne soccer team. (I got it right this time; I hope JACC folks are happy.) But word spreads and kids invite their friends and the group just gets bigger and bigger.
They cover their faces and various parts of our office with paint before heading out to Halloween parties and trick-or-treating. Usually we have the extraneous paint cleaned up by the time they come around the next year.
This was just the START of a fun-filled Halloween in NoMi...
Here are a few pictures of the face-painting festivities:
Once faces were painted and kids were off to their parties with CURA organizers Jay Clark and Yia Yang, it was time for me to get ready for a NoMi Halloween festival of my own. I WANTED to dress up as the Hawkman from DC comics, but I couldn't find a respectable pair of angel wings. It turns out this is not as easy one would think. So I'll have to take time to put together a decent Hawkman costume for next year or perhaps the next time I need to speak at city hall.
Unable to piece together a Hawkman costume, I settled for V from "V for Vendetta." To the uber-geeks who might be reading this, and to whom the difference is important, I was dressed as the character from the movie, not the graphic novel. Given the criticism for political speech that has come upon this blog in recent days, I felt the movie's ending was more apropos. If those two sentences were virtually meaningless to you, well, it would take far too much space here to explain the distinction.
With JNS and NoMi issues on the brain, I then added a few accessories of my own. Faithful JNS readers may spot them here (click the photo to enlarge):
It's not entirely clear from the photo, but at my hip is a dragon. Look for the gigantic stuffed squirrel to make various JNS appearances in the future.
What was most impressive to me, though, was the geek collection at this place. It makes my version of "geek-o-topia" feel about as successful as an attempt to build a working model of the international space station entirely out of Legos. I actually got to hold, in my own hands, the very first issue of my favorite comic book, Daredevil. I've never seen the shroud of Turin, but this moment filled me with a sense of reverent awe normally reserved for such spiritual experiences.
And then two different people pointed out items I should have noticed in the first place:
Later, I almost inadvertently started a geek war by calling this character the lamest comic book of all time:
Non-geeks, trust me. If you Google this name, you will be disappointed, or at least confused. Luckily, crisis was averted through this time-tested, Nobel Prize-winning strategy. And so ended another fun night in NoMi.