I've been kicking around on this planet for 54 years. Missed being able to vote against Nixon in '72 by four days. Not too long ago, I startled myself by realizing that I've been alive through ten sitting Presidents. And until this election cycle, I thought I'd never see a statesman. I thought those days were past, that all we had left were politicians.
I've never been more glad to have been wrong.
In 2000 and 2004, I told people that that was the election in which leaders of both parties went to bed at night praying, "Please, God, send us a candidate." But (providence be thanked!) that was then. Now...
This cycle, I watched a man who knows how to be gracious, how to listen, and how to think. I watched him endure a campaign where his opponent's primary message was, "Look at the scary nigger!" and still have the character to thank that opponent for his service to our nation rather than berating him for his indiscretions. (Watched him, that is, do what I couldn't have done though I know it's the right thing to do.) And -- mirabile dictu! -- felt like that's who he _is_, not just a persona he puts on.
This cycle, I watched the politics of fear have their ass chewed off by the message of hope. And, sweet bleeding fuck, I sincerely think the guy who promulgates that hope, who embodies it, really means what he says, that he is who I think he is, who I want him to be.
For once, I think this country that I love will actually have a leader who'll love it just as much as I do, in the way I do.
"These are the days of miracle and wonder, this is the long distance call, the way the camera follows us in slow-mo, the way we look to us all."
God help me if, for the first time in my life, I'm not actually looking forward to inauguration day.
Krugman's take-away from the article is Senator McCain saying:
"Opening up the health insurance market to more vigorous nationwide competition, as we have done over the last decade in banking, would provide more choices of innovative products less burdened by the worst excesses of state-based regulation."
Well. I'm glad we have that straight. I am _sooo_ looking forward to the prospect of President McCain ... we're not nearly bankrupt enough yet, we can do way better.
(We do note that McCain's principal economic advisor is former Senator Phil Gramm, one of the architects of financial deregulation.)
...As if his apparently not knowing where Spain is wasn't enough.
I put up a one-stop place to get at every recording she and/or she and I ever did. It's here:
Her solo work, Annwn, nuit, and Uglytown: all there. Have fun.
"Beside a dried up fountain
Lie five dusty tomes
With faded pasted pictures
Of love's reverie.
Across each cover is written,
'Herein are Photos of Ghosts'"
The titles of the first 5 message in my spam "almost certainly" file since I last cleaned my traps:
Describe your day
If you are looking for
third world debt
Oprah raises money for Obama fundraiser
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...and the last 3:
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to get out of debt
Rules: Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done. Indulge in remorse if someone calls you out on a listed item.
1. Qualified "expert" with hand grenades.
2. Bounced radar signals off the moon. (With detectable results, I mean.)
3. Appeared on stage with Willie Brown at a charity benefit.
It's an anniversary. Hooray. One year ago today, give or take about 5 hours as I write this, Leigh Ann died.
But, what I actually came here to say is: everyone who knows me in this forum also knows Leigh Ann. In fact, most of the people I know here, I know because I know Leigh Ann. From pagandom, the SCA, SF fandom, music, WetLeather, the OTO -- all of you, I know from the places she took me to and the people I met there. For you...
I'd just like to take a moment to thank all of you for having known her, for the things you gave her, for how you all helped her grow into who she was. It was a great ride. Thank you for being part of it. I say that on her behalf as well as my own, and regret only that she can't be here to say it herself -- at least, not in any place where it's easy to hear.
And for her, this bit of Rumi:
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.