That ain't workin'...
With all the misdirection and off-topic speculation I've been hearing during the runup to the historic event that is now only 12 days away (the end of the W Era and the beginning of the Age of O), I thought I'd just post a reminder of how completely damn amazing all this is.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Dark, cold, rainy night. Even though the extra hour gives us a merciful dose of light in the morning, an extra measure of sleep, all of which is absolutely necessary and more than welcome, it also throws us squarely into the dead of winter. Just last week, the sun came beaming brightly into our office window at 5:00, blinding us. Now, at 5:00 it's completely dark. You emerge from work onto a wet, drizzly street, everyone bundled up, blinded by headlights reflected on the wet pavement. Just like THAT you've arrived. Winter.
The bus is hotter, steamier, smellier than usual -- everyone is dressed warmly, heaters are on, driving up the temperature and humidity and pungence. You don't gaze out the window -- what's there to see in the dark? Your eyes defocus and you stare blankly ahead. The passing scenery doesn't mark your progress -- you have to strain somewhat to keep up with how far you've come.
So, the election: My blood is up, my heart is in my throat, my stomach in knots. I can't even begin to imagine that this might actually happen. My heart has been so thoroughly broken by this nation, by the bigoted and the ignorant and the uneducated and the mean-spirited and the simply evil. Can it be that we will really elect a bona fide symbol of hope, of change, of progress and tolerance and compromise and thoughtfulness and nuance and high ideals?
It seems impossible. It seems like too much to hope for. But I'm suppressing the hope with everything I have. I can't let it out until the thing is done. I can't go through another 2004. I can't go through another round of the goddamned GOP assholes smugly strutting over their victory. They need to be soundly walloped, shunned, sent to the corner to sit quietly for the next four years to think about what they've done.
The main thing, though, is that we have the chance to put a truly good and great man, possibly a historic man, into the highest office on Earth. And God help us if we fail to do it. God help us if we can't summon up that much optimism, that much courage, that much hope.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
9 AM
Maus & I rose early to get Wyatt to daycare so we could vote, this time in the basement of the church up on 65th. Last time, too -- from here on out, all voting in Washington will be mail-in. Sad. I love going to the polls. It's very real, very concrete, immediate, interactive, gratifying. Civic. Not an era, not a practice that I want to see vanish. Anyway, here we go... the game's afoot.
4 PM
Trying to keep my mind off it, but I can't. The numbers are starting to come in (McCain wins Kentucky; Obama wins Vermont). So many ways this could go bad. So many ways it could go right. My stomach is in knots. I feel like I'm going to throw up. Believe. Believe. Believe.
6 PM
Just picked up Wyatt -- very cold and very wet out there. Almost no visibility. And snow/ice on the deck when we got home. So: Last we heard, they called Pennsylvania and most of New England for Obama -- the latter not a surprise, but Pennsylvania was a worry. Liddy Dole has been unseated in North Carolina; John Sununu also has been deposed. So far the Dems have gained 3 seats in the Senate. Long night ahead, but so far it looks promising.
6:30 PM
Oh my God. They just projected Ohio for Obama. That puts him way up (if it's so). New Mexico, also Obama. Maybe my math is off, but if he gets the whole West Coast, he takes it all. My God My God My God. Please let it be so.
8 PM
West Coast polls have closed. McCain is closing the gap: 207 to 142. West Coast, Viriginia, North Carolina, Florida, Missouri, Indiana, Colorado still in play.
8:05 PM
They just called it. Barack Obama is president. Holy shit.
8:35 PM
McCain just gave his concession speech. Very gracious, very magnanimous and genuine -- unlike his crowd of supporters, who booed every mention of Obama.
I remember when I first heard the name Obama. I think it was a blog post relating the story of Bush seeing a "Got Obama?" button on a woman, and being taken aback (thinking it said "Osama"). He asked her about it. "You haven't heard of Obama?" she asked him. He said no. "You will," she said.
10:30 PM
The parties continue. Obama's speech was incredible. People are spilling into the streets of Seattle in celebration. I've heard from a lot of people who called just to share the joy. The celebrations will go on all night. Damn it feels good. And now it seems that Gregoire has beaten Rossi again for Governor. It's a landslide, a near-complete sweep. And I'm so glad I was here to see it. And equally glad that Wyatt will grow up in a country without Bush in the White House. A good, a great day to have voted.
11 PM
The parties in the streets are ballooning -- up on Broadway and down by Pike Place. Huge crowds pouring out into the street in joy and celebration. What a beautiful sight (especially if one remembers the 1999 WTO demonstrations).
CNN is replaying Obama's speech. What a man. And Joe Biden --this guy I love. Oh, the times ahead.
Oh yeah I forgot (as the West Coast put him over the top): Obama won Virginia (!), Colorado, and Florida (!!!). FLORIDA. Without Florida in 2000, we wouldn't have had to suffer through the last 8 years. And now they've come around. The electoral map looks really good right now.
Wow, what a speech.
midnight
They're dancing in the streets in San Francisco, in Times Square, outside the White House, and here. What a thing to see.
November 5, 2008
Euphoria. It still hasn't completely sunk in, but it is like coming out of a bad dream. An 8-year-long bad dream. And now, still just trying to get my bearings, trying to fathom the fact that it's over.
President Barack Obama. Say it again. Just say it and listen to the words and consider what they mean.
Thank you. Whoever you are, wherever you are, if you exist... Thank you.
“In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let's resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let's remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity. Those are values that we all share. And while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.”
"I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies."
(I hope beyond hope you all get that reference, but if not: we're Ripley and Ash from Alien.)
"I never drink... milk."
(No, Wyatt's costume isn't thematically connected with ours, unless you're willing to consider that Alien was clearly influenced by Mario Bava's Planet of the Vampires... Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah.)
I remember once trying to figure out where one could place the cut-off between the generations of "classic" film actors and "modern" film actors. First off, you have the giants: Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart and Henry Fonda and Clark Gable. Close on their heels you have the era of Gregory Peck and Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas and Robert Mitchum. Then the transition starts to happen: you get Chalton Heston, Jack Lemmon, Marlon Brando, Rock Hudson, Rod Steiger, George C. Scott – the generation that would bridge the divide into the era of television, the age of Clint Eastwood, Steve McQueen, Robert Duvall, and Robert Redford.
Looooong time gone. For that, I lay the blame squarely at the feet of a highly challenging and deeply engaging job. That, and of course Wyatt, recently turned 1. Both are gratifying in the extreme, to be sure, but the tradeoff is collected from my cache of free time. And so.
From Wetpaint's Battlestar Galactica Wiki:
A friend forwarded me this post on The Screengrab — The Twelve Greatest Opening Credits in Movie History. Not a bad selection, with some highly appropriate honorees:
Conspicuously missing from the list, possibly because there aren't any opening credits per se, is the greatest opening title of all time: the Star Wars crawl. (Fun: Star Wars titles as done by Saul Bass, courtesy Popwatch.)
Setting aside Hitchcock, Bond, and Star Wars, I have to add my own Top 10, all missing from the Screengrab list:
... is now soylent green.
BSG is back on, and so far in top form, picking up exactly where it left off over a year ago... (About frakkin' time! What is this, HBO?)
Happy Opening Day! I made it, you made it, we're here at last. Congratulations. (Never mind that it was snowing in Seattle 3 days ago — God also is entitled to his little jokes.)
Don't usually meme much, but Tim posted this intriguing one:
Which I couldn't resist, especially since the book nearest to me was AJ Rathbun's Good Spirits (yes, that fact says it all).
And wouldn't you know it? On page 123, one of my very favorite drinks, the Negroni. I give you sentences 5-7:
"Add the gin, Campari, and sweet vermouth. Stir thrice. Garnish with the orange twist."
Now that is literature.
Missing here is AJ's intro to the drink, which describes it as the "the Wonder Woman" of cocktails (Superman being the Martini; Batman the Manhattan). Therein lies another debate. But not just now — I have an orange to twist.
Oh yes, nearly forgot — consider yourself tagged.
Daylight Savings Time! Hallie-louie-yaw!
These days it's all work, Wyatt, wikis, and, I'll be honest, Guitar Hero III. What can I say? Rock 'n' roll stole my soul.
Edwards is out. So is Rudy.
And good riddance to 2007!
On all counts, Hallelujah! And bring it on.
Rats. We have rats in our house. Already they have destroyed several items of Maus's (sigh) cookware, infected a large cabinet, and locked down the attic (the insulation up there looks like a giant poppyseed cake). Plus, one of them has completely ruined a major appliance. Major.