Showing posts with label Would-Be Presidents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Would-Be Presidents. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Coming Attractions

I realize that I probably never mentioned here something very exciting that's about to happen in my life. This Friday, I am flying to Washington, D.C. so that I can attend the inauguration of Barack Obama. I would have happily done this even if I had to freeze my patoot off with 3 million other people on the mall hoping for a direct view of a Jumbotron, but as luck would have it a very dear friend came into some extra swearing-in tickets and has seen fit to give me one. (Yes, she has given me a ticket she could sell for $1400 on the internet. I have a sneaking suspicion I am going to OWE HER ONE for a very, very long time.) So, instead, next Tuesday January 20th I will get to freeze my patoot off with the 24,000 or whatever people next to me in the Congressional ticketed seating area.

Leading up to this I will be vacationing in D.C. for 3 days, and since I haven't been to D.C. since 2002 I am very much looking forward to it. Last time I was there this same dear friend gave me a quick and dirty tour of the best monuments, but I know there are about a bajillion things I didn't get a chance to see. So, as part of my planning for this trip that I have sadly left to the very last minute, I want you all to tell me the places I absolutely MUST see, the restaurants where I MUST eat, the bars where you had the best time, etc.

We are planning to go to the free concert on Sunday at the Lincoln Memorial, where just about every musician you've ever heard of will be performing. I am most excited about seeing Bruce Springsteen and Stevie Wonder, two icons who I have never had the privilege of seeing live. I am quite certain I will freeze my patoot off at that show, too.

If I can get off my duff and go buy a new camera, I will hopefully regale you Tuesday or Wednesday with photographs and stories and such of the eight hours I froze my patoot off to watch a tiny speck in the distance raise his right hand and swear and affirm that he will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of his ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States, so help him God.

I have a feeling this will be one of those immortal memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life. That's why I have been willing to pay through the nose for a plane ticket, subject my body to arctic temperatures for hours on end, and brave a crowd of millions despite being a touch claustrophobic. If I ever have grandchildren, I want to be able to tell them someday that I was there and saw it all with my own eyes. And, probably, wept through the whole thing too.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Victory

As the night grew late, we waited on pins and needles for the moment we would know for certain they had won. Not long ago, the previously vaunted organization had suddenly looked quite fallable just when the opposition was surging. But then, as if lifted by fate and destiny, the good guys had righted the ship and were now on the verge of making history. Yet we all still worried and prayed, fearing things would go unexpectedly wrong as they had many times before.

Suddenly the announcer declared the victory as the two men embraced with relief and amazement on their faces. Soon they were surrounded by the rest of their cheering team. In the roomful of people watching this moment unfold with me, there were cheers and a few tears, for a day we thought might never come.

Then, we went to the windows and out the doors to hear the sounds of our city rejoicing all at once in victory: car horns, full-throated cheers, and the voices of nearly a million people crying and screaming at the same time. The downtown streets were filled with cheering throngs, carrying signs and making their joy heard.

We called our families and friends, saying "can you believe it?" We remembered those who had prayed for this moment but left this earth before being able to see it with their own eyes. We raised a glass to them, and wished they could be here to enjoy the long-awaited victory with us. And then we sat back and basked in the glow of it all as the reality of victory finally sank in.

These are my memories of the night the Boston Red Sox became the 2004 World Series champions, having finally broken a curse that had seemed cruelly insurmountable.

I was reminded last night of that night four years ago, just a little over a week before Red Sox fan John Kerry would go on to shocking defeat in the presidential election. I imagined myself bargaining with fate and destiny that year on a hard decision for me, since I believed I could have my Red Sox win it all but Kerry lose the presidency, or I could watch my Red Sox be crushed yet again but see George W. Bush dispatched back to Crawford. I knew that cruel fate would not let me have both of these things, and though in my heart I wanted the presidency more, I was pretty happy to get the 86 year curse broken instead.

Four years ago under a red moon of a partial eclipse, I walked onto the streets of Boston and heard the screams and cheers and car horns of a relieved and jubilant Red Sox nation. It was a wonderful feeling, one I have only experienced once previously when FSU won the national championship my freshman year. That night remains one of my favorite memories of my entire life. But that is about sports. Sports, while meaningful in its own way, is ultimately a luxury of distraction.

Last night, the American people united in a way that they rarely have for politics. So many people care more about their sports teams than they do their elected officials, it's often disheartening to see the enthusiasm gap between sports and politics. But last night, Team Obama came to play, to win, and to celebrate. The outpouring of emotion that I saw all over Atlanta last night was like the Red Sox World Series victory on ecstasy--an endless orgasm of hope culminating in joy.

There was also more than a little disbelief. "I never thought it would actually happen" was a refrain I heard over and over again. As we walked through the Hyatt lobby, people were weeping. As I watched Obama's historic speech, I cried too. I was so incredibly proud of my country, of the people around me and the people down there on the street cheering, who poured their heart and soul into getting Barack Obama elected president. Barriers that we never thought would even be dented were instead nearly eradicated last night. It hasn't even fully sunk in yet, exactly how important this historic election truly has been to all of us. Even if Obama ends up being a marginally average President, the societal progress occasioned by this historic first cannot be overstated.

Each of us who voted was a part of the very large team that is responsible for this victory. Those who waited in line for hours in the cold to vote. Those who donated money. Those who phone banked for hours, or canvassed door to door. These people were all integral players who can tell their grandchildren about the part they played in making history. Those who traveled to Denver and cast their delegate votes can say in all seriousness that they helped make Obama president, that he could not have won without them. Every single one of us who supported this effort with anything from a vote to months of hard work is now a part of a team in a way that has changed us all, at least a little bit, forever.

This morning, I was talking to a coworker of mine who has a 1 year old daughter who is biracial. She had tears in her eyes as she told me that she realized this morning her daughter will never know a world in which people doubt that a person like her can be elected President. As soon as she is old enough to understand our political makeup, the only world she will know is one where any person of any race can be elected to the highest office in this country. She will be just as unable to conceive of the previous prejudices as women like me are unable to fathom a time when we could not vote. Sure, she will learn about the history to this point from school and from her family, but the barriers will be old and gone by the time she gets to that class. She will learn only about barriers that once were, ones we cannot forget but that we will never have to bust down ever again. Isn't that amazing? All the small children in this country; my friends Patty and Bill's baby that was born the day before the election; every baby that will be born from this day forward: they will not know a time when people said a black man would never, and could never, be elected president. What a hopeful, and less hateful, world in which to raise them.

Four years ago I would have stupidly considered giving up a presidency if it meant my team won a baseball game. But now, today, after my fellow Americans finally stepped up to the plate and made the history we were all hoping for, I would not trade this day for anything in the world. This is a day I will remember with wonder and amazement and joy every day for the rest of my life. We have done what they said would never be done. We should all be proud to be a part of this extraordinary achievement today. This can never be taken away.

Scenes from the revolution

Last night, I started my evening at Manuel's Tavern, the preferred watering hole of Democrats in this town. I was amazed by the traffic just to get down N. Highland Ave., only to find that it was caused by people waiting to pull into the parking lot just so they could confirm that there were, in fact, no parking spaces left. I parked a few blocks away and walked into an absolutely jampacked bar. Strangely, as the night wore on it seemed to waver between insanely crowded and just ridiculously crowded.

Every time they showed Obama ahead in any state on the TV screens showing CNN everywhere, people would start to clap. They did this even when only 3,000 votes were in from states like South Carolina that were guaranteed to go Republican. I also heard more stupid things in line for the bathroom at Manuel's last night than I've heard in weeks. The caliber of Democratic thinkers there last night was not high, let's just put it that way. Still, it was nice to be among likeminded folks as we all worried about the results.

Once things looked pretty safely in hand thanks to the calls of Ohio and Pennsylvania for Obama, we headed to the Hyatt where the Democratic Party of Georgia was having its big throwdown bash. Though we spent most of the night in the suites, we did make a brief trip down to the ballroom just after the networks called the election for Obama. To call it a madhouse would be a gross understatement. I have never, in my life, seen such expressions of pure joy over a political result as I saw in that ballroom last night. People were crying, screaming, dancing, singing, and just generally turning all the love and relief and pride in their hearts out to the world. It was so spectacular.

The mood in the suites was just as exuberant, and probably a little more alcohol-fueled. We cracked jokes about Sarah Palin, I witnessed a bearhug of epic proportions between two men, and I met some folks who'd actually heard of this here blog. (That always surprises me when it happens.) The predominant emotion on the faces of these diehard political operatives was simply relief. Our days of wandering through the wilderness of complete political heartbreak were finally over. While the results of the Senate race were initially discouraging, once we realized that the early vote had not yet been counted we resolved not to give up hope.

And so, after many hours and way too much alcohol, after having a strange woman tell me that she thought I made a lovely couple...with a married friend of mine, after having someone who shall go unnamed repeatedly tell Griftdrift and I to "go blog or something," after seeing the Young Democrats' suite strewn with bottles of every possible stripe and a hilarious smattering of food from the vending machines, after witnessing more bad bar behavior at Manuel's than I ever thought I'd see, after realizing the strange similarities between election night and Dragon*Con at the Hyatt (complete with someone wondering about where the orgies were), after seeing a woman in a dress made entirely out of American flags trying to get a ride home, after watching McCain and Obama give perhaps the best speeches of the entire election, after crying and shaking my head in disbelief that it finally happened...

I made it home. And hell yes, my head hurts today. But it was so worth it.

I'll give some more meaningful attempt at thought of what it all means a little later on, but for now this is my report from the field. It was a crazy awesome night.

Mood Music



Change is finally here. And there are so many who didn't live to see it, but who are here with us in spirit celebrating today. Last night, as people gathered at parties and watched returns come in, a group here in Atlanta gathered to honor the one who lit the long, dark and often difficult path we have travelled to this point. He didn't live to see this day either, but we could not help but feel his presence.

Thank you, Martin.




(Photo from the AJC)

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Scenes from my 'hood on election day

This morning, I drove by a few precincts in my neighborhood on my way to the dry cleaner's. First was the Virginia-Highland fire station, which had a line stretching down the street on N. Highland. This picture doesn't do the line justice--I drove for a good 5-10 seconds before I could find my phone and snap a picture. There were at least 150 people in line.



Next, I went to my usual polling place: Inman Middle School. When I voted here in February, the line nearly wrapped around the entire gymnasium and it took me two hours to vote. Today, I didn't even make it inside the gym to check out the line...because it already extended out the door of the entire school. Those people are for a long day.



After the drycleaner, I headed downtown to drop off my absentee ballot at Fulton County Elections headquarters. It didn't take me long to find a parking space or walk to the Fulton County Government Center, but I did get distracted along the way by a gaggle of folks waiting for something to happen at the Courthouse across the street:



In line for security at 141 Pryor St., I was dismayed to see a security guard telling people that there was no voting inside the building today...and at least 4 or 5 discouraged people got out of the line. Apparently a lot of people mistakenly believed they could still just vote at the early voting locations today, rather than having to find their actual precinct.

I also heard from the guy in line in front of me that he had come to the county headquarters because the Secretary of State's poll locator website was down, and he needed to find out where his precinct was. But how many people won't have the time to do all that, and will be discouraged from voting because they can't find out where to go? A lot of first time voters are confused, it seems.

When I got up to the Elections office, I was amazed to see tables and tables of yellow absentee ballot cards being sorted. I went to a big official ballot box, where my ballot was stamped as received and then I got to place it in the box for something approximating a real voting experience. I couldn't take a picture of all that, but I did sneak a blurry one of the absentee ballot sorting that's already underway:



After all that and paying $5 to park for the 15 minutes it took me to make my way through security and deliver my ballot, I headed to the office. Across the street is a library that is apparently a polling place as well, also with a line out the door:



I arrived to a virtual ghost town of an office, with most people showing up in the last hour after making early morning treks to their polling locations. It is incredibly exciting to see everyone making time to wait in the long lines and do their civic duty. It makes this often too cynical girl mighty proud.

All you have left to do is arrive

If you haven't already, go VOTE and be part of making some glorious history!



(I had to post this video because it features the most excellent "Breathe me" by Sia, the music from the finale episode of Six Feet Under. Love it.)

Friday, October 31, 2008

Preclearance = pretext

Secretary of State Karen Handel has resisted calls to extend early voting hours and days to alleviate the crazy long lines voters are currently experiencing, claiming that she can't do it because the Voting Rights Act requires her to get DoJ clearance for such a move.

Handel is correct that Georgia is one of the 7 states that is required to submit all changes in voting procedures to the Attorney General or to the District Court for the District of Columbia for "preclearance" before implementing such changes. Practically speaking, less than 1% of such requests are denied by the Department of Justice's Voting Section. But maybe Handel's right, maybe it's just too late for her to get DoJ preclearance to change the voting dates and times at this late date.

Except, North Carolina also just extended voting dates and times, and parts of that state are also under a preclearance requirement pursuant to the VRA. So how'd they manage to accomplish the same thing Handel said was impossible?

Could it be simply that North Carolina actually bothered to ask DoJ if they could extend voting hours, and DoJ said yes, sure, no problem? The preclearance requirement exists to prevent changes in voting procedures that might limit access of minorities to the polls. Extending voting hours statewide seems like such an obviously race-neutral procedural change that I can't imagine DoJ would have to think about it very long before approving the change.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Wow

NASCAR legend Junior Johnson has endorsed Barack Obama for President. To those of you wondering why this matters...NASCAR drivers and their fans comprise probably the largest monolithic demographic group of Republicans left in this country. To see them break ranks is truly surprising.

VOTE

What happens when an Oscar-winning director creates a voting ad that features a few dozen Oscar-caliber actors?



Click play and find out.

Monday, October 27, 2008

A Tale of Two Ashleys

There isn't much more to say than has already been said about Ashley Todd, the young McCain organizer from Texas who fabricated a tale of being beaten and carved upon by a black man because of her politics. The only thing I can think of to say about her is, simply, truth usually wins out in the end. And now she will have the unfortunate distinction for the rest of her life of being the recognizable face of living, breathing racism in America.

But this post by Nate Silver of fivethirtyeight.com reminded me of the other Ashley in this election, the one whose story made me cry when I first heard Obama's watershed speech on race earlier this year. This Ashley shows us the way, and after a week of race-baiting hoax-perpetrating awfulness...on a day when a skinhead plot to kill Obama was uncovered and stopped...well, we need this kind of cleansing and reminder of what we're really fighting for.

There is a young, twenty-three year old white woman named Ashley Baia who organized for our campaign in Florence, South Carolina. She had been working to organize a mostly African-American community since the beginning of this campaign, and one day she was at a roundtable discussion where everyone went around telling their story and why they were there.

And Ashley said that when she was nine years old, her mother got cancer. And because she had to miss days of work, she was let go and lost her health care. They had to file for bankruptcy, and that's when Ashley decided that she had to do something to help her mom.

She knew that food was one of their most expensive costs, and so Ashley convinced her mother that what she really liked and really wanted to eat more than anything else was mustard and relish sandwiches. Because that was the cheapest way to eat.

She did this for a year until her mom got better, and she told everyone at the roundtable that the reason she joined our campaign was so that she could help the millions of other children in the country who want and need to help their parents too.

Now Ashley might have made a different choice. Perhaps somebody told her along the way that the source of her mother's problems were blacks who were on welfare and too lazy to work, or Hispanics who were coming into the country illegally. But she didn't. She sought out allies in her fight against injustice.

Anyway, Ashley finishes her story and then goes around the room and asks everyone else why they're supporting the campaign. They all have different stories and reasons. Many bring up a specific issue. And finally they come to this elderly black man who's been sitting there quietly the entire time. And Ashley asks him why he's there. And he does not bring up a specific issue. He does not say health care or the economy. He does not say education or the war. He does not say that he was there because of Barack Obama. He simply says to everyone in the room, "I am here because of Ashley."

"I'm here because of Ashley." By itself, that single moment of recognition between that young white girl and that old black man is not enough. It is not enough to give health care to the sick, or jobs to the jobless, or education to our children.

But it is where we start. It is where our union grows stronger. And as so many generations have come to realize over the course of the two-hundred and twenty one years since a band of patriots signed that document in Philadelphia, that is where the perfection begins.


It is almost here.

Observations from the weekend

Quick and dirty highlights from my trip to South Georgia & North Florida, with a little football in the middle:

* There are no, and I mean NO, signs for any of the Court of Appeals candidates in South Georgia. I saw a Meyer von Bremen billboard around Albany, but that was it. Nobody down there knows who the hell any of the candidates are, I suspect.

* In the 40 miles between Moultrie, GA and the Florida border, we saw only 2 Obama yard signs. Both were in Moultrie proper. There were about a bajillion McCain-Palin signs. Also, Jim Marshall may be in trouble if there's any predictive value in the proportion of Goddard/Marshall yard signs in the more rural parts of his distrct. I saw just one.

* I ate at Waffle House for the first time in over 7 years and I didn't die. (My last WH experience was in Salisbury, NC where the refrigerator door was broken and we could see eggs, bacon and cheese just sitting out open for all to stare at. It totally grossed me out and has kept me off WH ever since.)

* I suck at Scrabble. For a wordy English major, this is a shameful revelation.

* I now have pink eye, and yes I am 33 years old. I know.

* My new season ticket seats (I got moved down about 24 rows) are much better:



* However, my seats are now apparently right next to a little old lady who is nasty and mean, and likes to sit all spreadeagled across 2 or 3 seats at once. When we moved into our seats and she bitched about having to move over, I almost had to get into a fight with her. A little later on, she actually started beating on a Virginia Tech guy sitting in our row. You can see her in this pic:



* This was the first FSU win that I have been at Doak Campbell for since my senior year of college...11 years ago. It was a great feeling, walking out of there with a win. I had almost forgotten how wonderful it is. The day was really perfect.

* I watched McCain yesterday morning on Meet the Press. He was atrociously uncomfortable, seemed frazzled, and obviously had a cold. What is wrong with his press team that they would send him on when he's so clearly sick? Nobody wants to see a sickly old man who can't remember the names of the former Secretaries of State who endorsed him.

* Florida has a truly insane amount of political commercials on every single TV station. Being in the Tallahassee media market for the weekend meant that I got to see all sorts of Obama ads that we don't get up here. Strangely, not that many McCain ads. I guess he's too cash-strapped to waste time on the safely blue Tallahassee area and is concentrating on Jacksonville-Orlando-Tampa.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Why it matters

Via Politico:

I squeaked in just before the 7pm deadline to find two very frustrated poll workers and a line of a couple dozen people, due to problems with the computerized voting system not accepting people's driver's licenses. It was taking about 7-10 minutes per person just to get the computer to accept them as valid and to print out their ballot, causing very long delays.

For me the most moving moment came when the family in front of me, comprising probably 4 generations of voters (including an 18 year old girl voting for her first time and a 90-something hunched-over grandmother), got their turn to vote. When the old woman left the voting booth she made it about halfway to the door before collapsing in a nearby chair, where she began weeping uncontrollably. When we rushed over to help we realized that she wasn't in trouble at all but she had not truly believed, until she left the booth, that she would ever live long enough to cast a vote for an African-American for president.


This story just made me cry, to imagine the overpowering emotions of hope, relief, joy, and triumph so many will feel if Obama is elected President. So many of them thought that day would never come, or that they would never see it.

Let's go make some wonderful history.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

In defense of shopping

Much is being made today of the revelation that the McCain-Palin campaign has shelled out upwards of $150,000.00 for clothing, shoes, hair and makeup for Vice Presidential candidate Sarah Palin. People think it's tacky and excessive, sends the wrong message, and makes the McCain campaign seem overly concerned about superficial things.

The problem is, campaigns for female candidates ARE about appearances, much moreso than for male candidates. Nobody notices if Joe Biden's navy blue suit and matching blue tie are 5 years old or brand new, because men's business fashion never really changes all that much. The only debate there is what colors of shirt and tie are acceptable, and making sure that the suits still fit and the shoes are nicely polished. Hell, as long as the suit is re-pressed, a male candidate can wear the same one 3 days in a given week and nobody will say a word. You men have it very, very easy.

But women's fashion is a constantly changing thing. You have not only the fabrics, the colors, and the cut of suits, but you also have the blouses that go under the suit, the belts and jewelry and bag, the shoes (my god, the shoes), and ever-changing concepts of what hair and makeup is appropriate. Staying fashion appropriate is a much bigger challenge for all professional women as compared to men. But then if you add in the inordinate attention paid to female candidates' fashion choices as opposed to their male counterparts, and of COURSE any female candidate is going to need a hefty "makeover" budget. It goes without saying.





For all of her efforts to downplay the difference between Alaska and the rest of the country, Sarah Palin herself could not deny that the fashion choices available to her were far fewer than those available to women in large metropolitan cities in the lower 48. Her clothing prior to her selection as VP candidate was unremarkable, which is about all you can expect. It certainly wasn't polished and impressive, but at least it wasn't outright tacky. Still, the day she was picked I said that someone had already been given the assignment of softening the bad highlights in her hair, getting her to back away a little from the ever-present updo she favored, improve the subtlety of her makeup, and go buy her an absolute shit ton of new clothes. It appears that this is exactly what happened.



Her first apperance with McCain after the official unveiling speech was when they toured areas affected by Hurricane Gustav. Sarah Palin showed up in a white button down shirt, jeans, and the hoop earrings heard round the world. She was reviled by pundits and bloggers for seeming too flippant about hurricane victims' plight...because of her EARRINGS. If this didn't tell you the inordinate attention being paid to her fashion choice, nothing would.





Very quickly, the campaign must have realized they had to go shopping for her pronto. Her convention speech was a few days away, and the whole world would be watching. So much scrutiny was applied to Sarah Palin's convention speech that the selection of an outfit was likely the kind of decision that numerous campaign officials had a say in. If she had chosen something too girly and flirty, she would have seemed inconsequential. If she had chosen something dowdy and out of date, she would have seemed provincial. Instead, she selected a beige quilted Gucci jacket and black skirt that hit the right notes--fashionable without being ostentatious, and not at all suggestive.



For the debate, her second big appearance on the national stage, she wore a slightly lower cut but still appropriate black Valentino suit with a tight cut to the skirt (because someone had figured out that hinting at her sex appeal helped them with white men) and a slightly lower (but still not suggestive) neckline. I actually very much liked the suit for the debate and think it was a fashion home run. I also don't think it's an accident that Palin wore her hair down, not in the traditional updo, for both the debate and the convention speech. Someone told her that she needed to lose the severity of her former favorite hairstyle, and they were right.

Now, the case could be made that while a little fashion policing of her wardrobe was certainly in order, the problem is the amount she spent on her makeover. Why buy a $3500 Valentino suit when a $600 Tahari would do? Why have Prada shoes if Franco Sarto or Joan & David would have made something just as fashionable for one fifth the price? This is a legitimate question, and undoubtedly the stylist hired to help Palin shop was not sufficiently mindful of how the public might react to the notion of spending the cost of a modest 3 bedroom house on one woman's wardrobe. But you can't deny that Palin's style has improved considerably from her days back in Alaska, and that her positive personal image is probably the only thing she really has going for her with the public right now.

I wish it were the case that women's personal appearance wasn't so important to their success in professional pursuits as well as personal ones, but it simply is. Any female attorney will tell you that jurors and judges can be swayed by something as simple as whether an attorney appears attractive and polished or disheveled and unimpressive. So, too, will businesspeople respond better to sales pitches and business presentations delivered by women who seem confident, polished and attractive rather than unconcerned about their personal appearance. It is a fact of life, and one that a candidate would be wrong to ignore or attempt to defy. Dowdy unkempt women candidates simply don't get elected very often.

While this spending is being held up as a symbol of excess in an economic crisis, let's not pretend that attempts to make over Sarah Palin's image were a bad idea. We can quibble about whether it was unnecessarily expensive, but it was something that had to happen.

And maybe now you men will understand why I spend so blasted much on my wardrobe and grooming.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Random

I don't have the mental clarity or time for mutiple blog posts, so some tidbits bouncing around my brain to tide folks over:

* Troy Davis dies in a week. I really want to go to protest outside the execution, but I don't know if I will be able to get out of town in time. If not, I will sit on my front step that night and light a candle, and pray. I encourage all who find the decision to execute this man without full consideration of the grounds for his appeal to do the same.

* Tonight I am going with a group of folks to try Taverna Plaka. I haven't had greek food in ages, so I'm very excited! Review forthcoming as soon as I find the time.

* This weekend, I'm going to the FSU-Virginia Tech game. Considering that we lost the Miami game I went to last year, and the 3 home games I went to the year before that, I am a little apprehensive about whether I might be jinxing the team. However, I bought new gear to wear in the hope of exorcising the old demons.

* My darling Red Sox are out of the playoffs, but they really overachieved in making it to game 7 of the ALCS given the injuries they were struggling with. Now I have to root for the Tampa Bay (Devil) Rays, since I grew up in central FL. However, I suspect most Braves fans would be rooting against them because if the Rays win they will have eclipsed the Braves' "worst to first" record in 1991...when the Braves lost in the World Series.

* Pretty much everything I watch on TV these days is disappointing and doesn't seem worth the time. Grey's Anatomy sucks, True Blood is cheesy and porny (and badly written), Project Runway was a mere shell of its former self in this last season on Bravo, I lost interest in Fringe after 2 episodes, I couldn't get back into watching the Sarah Connor Chronicles or Pushing Daisies, and Heroes is clearly in the category of one-season wonders previously occupied by Friday Night Lights. Even Gossip Girl isn't as good this time around. Are there any shows that are lighting up your TV screens that I should be watching? (Excepting those on Showtime, which I don't have.)

* This weekend, I attempted Operation Convince the Family to Vote for Obama. It didn't go so well. My grandparents aren't going to vote at all (which is better than a vote for McCain, I guess), and my parents are both so afraid of Democrats having unfettered control of government that they won't be swayed. At least that is their reasoning, rather than fear of a secret Muslim or focus on his alleged relationship with William Ayers. But still, Habersham county is apparently McCain country.

* I bought Mario Kart last weekend for my Wii, and I can't stop playing it. The race that takes place in a shopping mall is so incredibly hard, I want to kill myself every time I try it. But I keep trying it anyway.

* Work is busy, but busy is good. Even though the tension in these parts is pretty thick right about now. Everyone's waiting for the other shoe of the financial crisis to drop, and wondering if it will fall on them. Not the greatest of environments in which to spend my days.

* The election cannot get here fast enough. I am officially sick of it, and ready for Obama to just WIN ALREADY.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Today's Funny

From the Onion, if HBO sponsored a presidential debate:


Was There Too Much Sex And Profanity In The HBO Presidential Debate?

I am crying laughing here.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Thursday, October 09, 2008

I am so doing this

Yes We Carve--Obama pumpkins for Halloween!

We should have a carving party somewhere.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Today's cuteness overload

Go check out the Yes We Can Hold Babies blog, nothing but pictures of Barack Obama holding the wee ones. I loved this whole site, but this photo most of all:

Monday, October 06, 2008

Friendly Reminder


Today is the last day to register to vote in Georgia in the Nov. 4th presidential election. To check and make sure you are still registered (a good idea if you have been a lax voter since the last presidential election), click here. If you need to register, here's how.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Greatest Hits

Talking Points Memo put together a lovely video montage of the highlights (or low points, depending on how you look at it) from Sarah Palin's interviews since she was selected as McCain's running mate. Watch and weep.