Wednesday, November 15, 2006


Of all the things that have happened in the last week - I simply don't have the time to discuss them (other than with my imagenary friend). Last Thursday I got my wedding dress. Up until that point I had been planning a wedding, something my entire childhood had prepped me for but once I put on the large white bodiced dress - I was getting married. Overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotion and realization I had the option either to cry or vomit - I chose neither and quickly changed into something a little less opulent. This isn't my wedding dress (because that would be bad luck), this is the dress that overpowered me, that I only grabbed as a goof to laugh at and nearly lost my mind while wearing. The dress I chose is a secret and won't be revealed for another 3 weeks.

I have officially two more weeks until my senior theses are due. I am overwhelmed by the fact that in this instance there are no second chances. But I have two weeks and I am interested in my topic - so everything will dissolve or be resolved in the end.

There are blogs that I could write about the education of terrorism, the difference between joyful gunfire and protesting gunfire, deer and their general mutiny, or even the importance of choices. There are miles to go before I sleep. And all of my future plans are changing and morphing as I breath so I will return to blogger when I can.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

VOTE!!!!

Today is the day, well one of "the days". Today is the day where American's are entitled to cast their voice over their states, and as an extension their nations, political future. Today is also the day that those who choose not to vote maintain the right to complain and criticize before and after the fact. Today is the day where all the confusion and smear campaigns pay off. Instead of being a question on how you will lead your respecitve district it is more a question of how much mud you got on your shoes while you were slinging. The relatively cleanest opponent at the end of this moisty dirty match is typically declared the victor, leaving muddy footprints on the stairs of the stage as he (and 99% of the time its going to be "he") ascends to make a victory speech. For the defeated, there is still a trail of muddy footprints (typically deeper in shit), but there is a sprinkling a tears, disapointed benefactors, and IOU's mixed in.

This vote, like a few that have preceded and many that will follow - is about technology, race, and sexuality. The issues raised and I expect the ones that will be greatly debated in the months to follow "the day" start with the "how" of this vote. Electronic voting machines are a leap of faith, that the touchscreen even works has been questioned, that it works correctly (that you don't have to lean a certain way with your tongue in a certain spot for things to line up), that the method of counting cannot be tampered with as easily as an excel document, and that the lack of a tangible paper trail is the mark of progress not blind faith.

More and more media attention has been given to politicians of minority or mixed race - because this is supposedly the 1992 for African American (male) politicians. (If you are unaware, 1992 was considered the year of the Woman because a large majority of women voted and participated in the political system). It only stands to reason that one's government should reflect the population. Right now it doesn't, right now white males of affluent heritage make up a much larger majority in government then they do in the population. I'm not saying this strata does not have its place, but just not so overwhelmingly. Regardless of the color of a politicians skin, they are still a politician, they are still prone to misrepresent, dumd down their policies, and tow somebody's party line. It's a fact - after all thats their job. Race doesn't mean much if you can, or your can't, do your job.

A lot of voters are flocking to the polls stricly because states, VA in this case, are dealing with legislation surrounding gay marriage and gay spousal rights. Many are flocking because they believe it is the right thing to do to say yes. At the same time many are voting only to vote down this allowance. If an 18 year old heterosexual girl can get married in Vegas and annul it 35 hours later - then an 18 year old homosexual girl should be able to do the same. On that same thread, if a 45 year old heterosexual man can celebrate his 20 year wedding anniversary - then a 45 year old homosexual man should be allowed the same. In the end, we are all human beings. A person's sexuality doens't necessarily make them a bad person or guarantee that they will be a good person. Assholes, and idiots, come in all colors, sizes, and walks of life.

In 20 years, how much is it really going to matter. Human to human marriage might be the politically correct term of the day. If politics ever gets honest, I'm going to be out of a job.

VOTE!

EDIT - this post is not to downplay the large number of women running for political office this term, but is a reflection on how overshadowed this fact has become by the race and sex debates.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Oh! To be an adult again ...

Saturday night I had a staff meeting at 7am, worked until 6:30 pm and then drove the 2.5 hours to Washington D.C. for 24 hours of semi-normalcy. Somehow, getting into D.C. is always blundered and confusing to me. The two trips that I have made into D.C. as an adult and driving I have gotten lost. I have no idea how I arrived at Levi's apartment but all of a sudden a took a very frustrated turn and there it was. Somehow both times departing the city has been smooth and required no directions or maps. But I digress.

Levi and I had an amazing Sunday. We got to be adults, we got to be normal, and it reminded both of us how much we miss living together and having an adult life. Although sleeping two adults on one single width bed has left us both sore it was nice to wake up next to him. After getting up we heading up to Capital Hill to the markets, grabbed a vendor hotdog (there is no better kind) and picked up all the fixins for a huge organic salad (for less than $7.00!). The walk through the city, I think mostly because it involved no driving, was beautiful and calming. It is always impressive to be walking down a street of restored brownstones and turn a corner to face the dome of the Senate or see the Washington Monument peaking over the trees. Eventually, errands complete, we returned to the apartment and took a nap - the best kind of sleep on a Sunday afternoon. Through paperwork, conversation, music, dinner, and tv our evening ended and I departed. The 2.5 hour drive home was tolerable and without real incident (but led to a numb rearend and sore-er shoulders).

Today I work, and will probably be up to the wee hours of the morning completely assignments for tomorrow. Le Sigh ...

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Colorblind deer ...

I stayed late at work tonight, later than the other cashiers, later than the midshift barista, but just as late as my manager Jen. Today was suprisingly nuts for a Friday and it only took me a few bithcing customers to discover why. On all of the store windows there are 20% Sale signs, on all of the displays there are sale signs but the sale is only for one day and it wasn't today (Friday). The big one day sale starts in about 7 hours. Customers who failed to read the fine print decided that if they complained AT me that I would give them the sale anyway - sorry no thanks, I would like to keep my job. But with all the hustle and bustle during the day and evening and the preparation for an even busier day to follow, closing took longer than usual.

Freezing my ass off on the drive home I wasn't really paying attention directly to the road ahead. I have done that drive in the wee hours of the morning so many times I don't have to look to know which way the asphault will curve. Coming over the train tracks I got distracted by a thought and didn't really see the 12 point buck until we were practically one. What was interested to me, once my heart started beating again was that this large male deer was standing on the 3 foot width of grass and strategically placed trees of the median. When I approached he did not jump out in front of me or run in the other direction but ran parallel to the car. Weaving in and out of the trees moving along with me for about 15 yards. Considering the height of the car, this bizarre animal was eye to eye with me and as bold and confident as I have ever seen. There was no fear and no hesitation in his stance.

This encounter made me wonder about "road kill" specifically of the horned kind. Deer are color blind, hence the hunters in orange jumpsuits. So at night, on a road headlights do not delinate trees from concrete or open fields from open highways, it rather just allows the deer to see its path ... and be hit by its "flashlight". I guess that is the paradox of humans and nature coexisting.