2004-11-13
I'm just saying.
(Sign in the Portland Marriott lobby that fateful eve. Image found on BlueOregon. Link courtesy Zhubin, whose post election coverage adds informed substance to the mix, something wholly lacking in my faint mumblings. I'll just add to the proliferation of fun yet divisive musings like fuckthesouth.com)
(Sign in the Portland Marriott lobby that fateful eve. Image found on BlueOregon. Link courtesy Zhubin, whose post election coverage adds informed substance to the mix, something wholly lacking in my faint mumblings. I'll just add to the proliferation of fun yet divisive musings like fuckthesouth.com)
2004-11-11
More purple maps, compliments of Sasha. True to form, she one-ups me in taste and class - even when tracking down electoral maps. If you enjoyed the one below, these are even better. Available in wallpaper flavors too!
2004-11-09
Barry's even more cynical about this administration than I am, but what Barry says, Barry says with style.
2004-11-08
I just had me a Monday. I couldn't remember what those creatures felt like, as a weekend off serves as their prerequisite. And the last one of those I enjoyed was in August. Before this one. Why hello, social life. Good to see you again.
The martyrdom of my free time paid off, though. I'll get to why, after this concession: We, the United States, fucked ourselves this last Tuesday. We lost the little remaining respect we had in the rest of the world by voting like the regressive, fundamentalist soon-to-be backwater they assume we are. They should get some chuckles out of American taxpayers subsidizing the exportation of our jobs, at least. Ungrateful high-fallutin' for'ners. Think your partners-in-electoral wisdom aren't to blame, American coastal-dwellers? Nope. They're just a shade less silly than those not living near water. We all live in purple states. Dear rest of the world: Sorry everybody.
We, the square coastal state of Oregon, did pretty damn well. Not only did we lob our seven electoral votes towards the non-idiot in the presidential race, we - for the first time in over a decade - yoinked the Oregon Senate from the right wing. As a culminating effort, the Bus Project brought together eight hundred volunteers for our Trick-or-Vote Halloween canvass, then packed even more in for the after-party at the Crystal Ballroom. Midnight struck. Quinn and I loaded 45 of our least sane volunteers into that bus of ours, drove it the seven hours to Ashland, then worked our way back to Portland (and our election party at the convention center) over the next 36 hours, by way of get-out-the-vote craziness on five college campuses. Ballot measure dodgeball got rained out in Corvallis, but guerilla dorm canvassing, vote juggling, and democracy pancakes happened. And boy, did they happen. All in all, the seventeenth bus trip of the season was the most fun. I got written up, which satisfied my unwritten goal. The Bus Project turned the Oregon Senate, which satisfied its. We won all five senate races that we worked on. That's pretty amazing.
Now we need to franchise it across the country. Let me know if you want to start a Bus depot in your state. We turned two state senates this time around. As is obvious, there's room for improvement in this country.
There was bad news for the Beaver State, though. Why, oh why, couldn't our Measure 37 look more like Colorado's Amendment 37? Instead of effectively snatching 600,000 cars off the road by mandating a base level of renewable energy usage, we took a collective dump on land use planning. Fast forward twenty-five years from our misguided decision to effectively eliminate governmental limitation of externalities: Oregon becomes Houston, but with more elevation change. Maybe not, though - landowners'll probably dynamite all the mountains to suck those precious minerals out of 'em. Equalizing elevation differences. Making it exactly Houston.
But not yet. I plan to enjoy it while we can. And, despite a presidential re-election this country will regret down the road, my life's better than ever.
The martyrdom of my free time paid off, though. I'll get to why, after this concession: We, the United States, fucked ourselves this last Tuesday. We lost the little remaining respect we had in the rest of the world by voting like the regressive, fundamentalist soon-to-be backwater they assume we are. They should get some chuckles out of American taxpayers subsidizing the exportation of our jobs, at least. Ungrateful high-fallutin' for'ners. Think your partners-in-electoral wisdom aren't to blame, American coastal-dwellers? Nope. They're just a shade less silly than those not living near water. We all live in purple states. Dear rest of the world: Sorry everybody.
We, the square coastal state of Oregon, did pretty damn well. Not only did we lob our seven electoral votes towards the non-idiot in the presidential race, we - for the first time in over a decade - yoinked the Oregon Senate from the right wing. As a culminating effort, the Bus Project brought together eight hundred volunteers for our Trick-or-Vote Halloween canvass, then packed even more in for the after-party at the Crystal Ballroom. Midnight struck. Quinn and I loaded 45 of our least sane volunteers into that bus of ours, drove it the seven hours to Ashland, then worked our way back to Portland (and our election party at the convention center) over the next 36 hours, by way of get-out-the-vote craziness on five college campuses. Ballot measure dodgeball got rained out in Corvallis, but guerilla dorm canvassing, vote juggling, and democracy pancakes happened. And boy, did they happen. All in all, the seventeenth bus trip of the season was the most fun. I got written up, which satisfied my unwritten goal. The Bus Project turned the Oregon Senate, which satisfied its. We won all five senate races that we worked on. That's pretty amazing.
Now we need to franchise it across the country. Let me know if you want to start a Bus depot in your state. We turned two state senates this time around. As is obvious, there's room for improvement in this country.
There was bad news for the Beaver State, though. Why, oh why, couldn't our Measure 37 look more like Colorado's Amendment 37? Instead of effectively snatching 600,000 cars off the road by mandating a base level of renewable energy usage, we took a collective dump on land use planning. Fast forward twenty-five years from our misguided decision to effectively eliminate governmental limitation of externalities: Oregon becomes Houston, but with more elevation change. Maybe not, though - landowners'll probably dynamite all the mountains to suck those precious minerals out of 'em. Equalizing elevation differences. Making it exactly Houston.
But not yet. I plan to enjoy it while we can. And, despite a presidential re-election this country will regret down the road, my life's better than ever.
