I had a very good time at Amiri Baraka's Master Class at the Cherry Lane tonight. It started off a little slow, but once he got comfortable it was great - he's charming and funny. And right in the middle of the class I got a great idea for a play that I'm working on now.
Only an evil right-wing douchebag like John Derbyshire of the National Review would portray Baraka so egregiously.
But as Baraka mentioned several times this evening - we have to fight the Right.
Speaking of which, there's a rightwing nutjob in my apartment building who posted a piece of paper on their apartment door - facing the hallway - with all this crazy anti-Obama ranting all over it. Jesus I hate teabaggers. At least the political kind.