xavier roberts

Oh mango street, I was just thinking about how it felt to get a Cabbage Patch Kid when you were younger and so extremely hungry for one (I'm going to go out on a limber limb and say 90% of ladies my age relate here) and then you'd tear open the box and its name, which was so crucial to your happiness (they all came with names on their Birth Certificate, which you could sometimes see through the cellophane 'window' on the box, but not always if the box had been pawed at by, say, 43 other prospective kid mom-dad-buyer 'grandparents' which causes the CPK to fly loose from its little cardboard throne and block the cert) ended up being like:

JACK ANGELYNE BRICK

or

GAY HORTENSE

and you'd get so post-adoption depressed and cry and your parents would be like at wit's endiest end with you, after all that begging and allowance-forwarding and Toys 'R' Us parking-lotting and now this!

ADDENDUM: 11:something PM. V. unrelated, but Christopher Reeve has flown away. I remember this wonderful early-'80s interview from Interview mag (natch) collection; he was whipsmart and goodhearted as can be, so excited for his future. The very next thing I now remember is how my brother and I ran to the comic book store and waited outside one freezing morn pretty long ago the day the Death of Supes came out (in the top-secret white bag, which later mattered not-so-much).

fell on 2004-10-10 at 12:38 p.m.

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