Blog: Rhythm Participle

Denver, where I live, is swarming with people here for the Democratic Convention. Fifty thousand or so, say the papers. It's like a big party out there, even the protesters and cops smiling until they got into the pepper spray. Booths selling Obama dolls (made to look suspiciously nappy-headed) and Arbonne Cosmetics and sno-cones and of course lots of T-shirts, buttons, stickers, banners. It's like going to the State Fair without the cows and where everyone is pretty much like you. White is mostly the color of the day here (from skin to t-shirts), and the attire ranges anywhere from [...]