I can't say enough good things about this week. My lecture on Monday, John Granger's lecture on Thursday, and our joint Q&A session on Friday were all extremely well attended. It was a joy to see John again and catch up with him and his exciting work in person, celebrate the publication of Harry Potter Smart Talk, and meet gods_lil_rocker at last.
It seemed like everybody was involved, and some of the best costumes came from the university faculty and administration, as you can see from Molly Weasley and Sirius Black:
Yesterday afternoon brought two spectacular hours of quidditch, with matches between faculty/staff, university students, and then community K-12 students and preschoolers. Here are three of the young Harry Potters who went on to make a real difference on the quidditch field:
On the whole, I believe the Slytherins won the most games, but a good time was had by all. A large number of community members also came just to watch and cheer.
The evening began with a K-12 costume contest. Luna Lovegood won the show. Here she is, with Draco Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange:
The week ended last night with a rocking two-and-a-half-hour concert by The Blibbering Humdingers and Gred and Forge. (Unfortunately, it was a bit too dark outside for my pictures to turn out well. *sigh*) Highlights, in my personal opinion, included "Nobody Expects the Blibbering Humdingers," the title song from the BH's new album (which I purchased), "History of Magic" by Gred and Forge, and a joint performance by both bands of the classic Harry and the Potters tune "Save Ginny Weasley."
If you'd just like to check out the great costumes and quidditch action, here's a slideshow of my photos:
Text of the Day: Halloween is... tomorrow! Can you believe it? Where has the month gone? To put you in the mood, I offer "Harbingers of Unimagined Horrors" by Nicholas Gordon (1940-present).
Harbingers of unimagined horrors,
Avatars of those who rule the night,
Lurking in the shallows of our shadows
Like fish that lack the lungs to breathe the light;
Omens from an almanac of sorrows
Written on a midnight long ago,
Etched into the mirrors of our marrows,
Ever masks for what we dare not know:
Now revel with us till the cocks thrice crow!