September 2008

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I Read the News Today, Oh Boy

The news just keeps getting better for Barack, and John McCain is losing ground all over the country. I am reluctant to say it so soon, but if the tone of the campaign stays this way for just a few more weeks, Barack may just have this thing wrapped up. I am, of course, reluctant because there are several debates left, most notably the vice-presidential in two days, during which our God-forsaken country could once again fall for the woman who believes that dinosaurs existed with humans and can’t name a supreme court case other than Roe v. Wade.

Also, Barack said this in his September 27 speech to Fredericksburg, VA in the pouring rain:

If you think those lobbyists are working day and night to elect my opponent just to put themselves out of business, then I’ve got a bridge to sell you up in Alaska.

Ouch. It’s a great speech. You should watch it.

Debate

As much as I love hearing Senator Obama speak, the presidential debate was definitely a bore-off. But, as Slate’s John Dickerson notes, the tie definitely goes to Obama on this one.

Two things I brought up during the debate that I was openly challenged on by a conservative-leaning friend:

First, is Obama the most liberal senator? Well, no. It fluctuates from Congress to Congress, and it’s pretty much impossible to qualify.

Second, the difference between “tactic” and “strategy”—negligible.

tactic, n. An expedient for achieving a goal; a maneuver.

strategy, n. A plan, method, or series of maneuvers or stratagems for obtaining a specific goal or result.

And the final thing I learned today is that being someone’s wingman is absolutely fucking humiliating. The whole time you pretty much feel like some dude’s ugly friend. It’s awful. I wanted to crawl into a dark closet after tonight and never date again.

Come On, Get Down With It

I get sick the first day of every single quarter. It’s like clockwork. My stomach felt this morning like it had teeth and it was slowly devouring its way out of my abdomen. I was so sick the first morning of my summer course I had to leave the room. I don’t recall my first day of spring or winter quarters, but I definitely remember being pale-faced and slumping in my chair the first day of fall quarter last September in Brit Lit. I think my aversion to mornings goes as far as being a physical affliction.

Or perhaps it’s a beginning of the year thing? A preview of my health of the coming school year?

The Circle

The start of every school year is always exciting and terrifying at the same time. Pretty much the way everything is, but you know how it goes. It’s like jumping into a pit that you can’t see the bottom of. But then at some point you hit bottom and you just have to climb your way the fuck out and hate every minute of it.

I’ve got that misleading feeling even now—that this will be the year. This will be the one where I party more than I work and don’t get stressed out and start hating everyone I know because I’ve seen too much of them and they’re as stressed as me. This will be the year that starts with two huge parties and continues forth with smaller meaningful get-togethers at my apartment, friends’ apartments, friends’ dorms.

But I know that when it’s January and the rain comes the menial schoolwork will get to be too much and work will overwhelm me and I’ll continue to lose sight of the value of education and my relationships will suffer as a result until next summer.

So it goes.

Ready? No.

Set? Not likely.

And go.

‘Doomsday’ So They Say

An Obama-Palin White House? Turns out it’s not only my worst nightmare, it’s actually quite a viable possibility. One and a half percent is enough to keep me awake at night, and reason enough that we need to elect Barack.

On Relatability

Don’t think Barack Obama is a genius yet? Well, here it is. If anything, it shows his rhetorical genius, his cunning and honest thought processes. That’s good enough for me.

The 60 Minutes episode, however, wasn’t without it’s misleading flaws, of course.

Oh, and if you still think that Obama is the scary black elitist who is unable to relate to the average, everyman American, consider this image (via). On average, most voting Americans own thirteen vehicles, a private plane, eight homes valued over one-million dollars and were born in the 1930s…

…Right?

“Now we are all sons of bitches.”

This weekend was boring and a little bit sad.

Until about five hours ago, the weather was awful. It poured yesterday, and it seems that fall has officially inched its way in and finally finished off this warm and eventful summer. I could feel it coming for weeks: that chill, the faint smell of dying leaves. Tomorrow summer will have officially ended with the autumnal equinox, and school starts on Wednesday. I will remember this summer with very fond memories, and I will miss it dearly. Things will never be the way they were again.

Over the weekend also, Alex has been moving out. It’s been almost two years that Alex and I have been continuously living together and it will feel weird, but I think change will be a good thing. At least I hope it will be. And if not, I suppose there’s always next summer.

This weekend I beat Braid. I read in a review before I bought it that the ending is heartbreaking. When I beat it, I was disappointed, but I think it was borne from confusion. After I figured out what was going on, the whole thing was such a downer. It was a very sad twist on an old story, though it was weaved with a much more recent story. I think I’ve been in a funk ever since. Don’t get me wrong, though—it’s one of the greatest video games in the history of the art. It sets the bar.

It has such a fantastic soundtrack that I went searching for it and thusly bought it on iTunes. Then I checked my favorite torrent site, The Pirate Bay, and there it was. I guess the lesson there is to always strive for illegality before you do something on the level.

David Foster Wallace

Today I read heartbreaking in memoriams here, here, here and here. I’ve been planning on reading Infinite Jest for a very long time, as well as his essays, and now I only feel like expediting the purchase of a copy. Reading the beautiful remembrances of this man that I had merely heard of, I can’t help but feel that parallels exist somewhere between our thought processes.

It makes me feel like I am going to be overwhelmed with sadness when I finally get around to reading his words. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Lies and the Lying Liars…

…who tell them. Not only that, but, more importantly, those who perpetuate them.

I’m not exaggerating or crazy when I say that John McCain is a liar and more so than Barack Obama. If you don’t believe it, then you obviously don’t even follow the mainstream media, because even they’re onto him and the Palin machine at this point.

However, reading the Slate article, I can’t help but think, as I’ve thought for much of this campaign, that if you believe in John McCain—in his policies, his empty rhetoric, his many flip-flops, and his many lies—are you not complicit in the lie? If you regurgitate his views and those of Sean Hannity and Papa Bear and the rest of those talking heads, have you not become part of this gigantic web of false promises and gross mischaracterizations?

What reason would anyone have to believe lies anyway?

The phenomenon that scholars call “media fragmentation”—the disintegration of the mass media into the many niches of the Web, cable news, and talk radio—lets us consume news that we like and avoid news that we don’t, leading people to perceive reality in a way that conforms to their long-held beliefs.

What I’m getting at here is, is it a stretch to say that a vote for John McCain is the vote of and for a bigot? This is simply approaching a vote for McCain in the same way that McCain’s campaign and party view the questioning of Sarah Palin: if you question Palin you’re a sexist, if you vote McCain you’re a bigot.

Strictly speaking: If you believe what John McCain implies about his opponent, does that in some way not follow from one’s own held beliefs? Or could it be that McCain is tapping into the deeply rooted racism in this country in order to “other” his non-white, wholly unconventional opponent—similarly to the way one would conduct a war?

And what would that imply about a McCain presidency?

Speaking of David Foster Wallace

What the FUCK? Did I cause this?

Quote of the Millenium

She knows more about energy than probably anyone else in the United States of America.

— John McCain on Sarah Palin’s foreign policy experience
 

Aside from the fact that it is a gross, flagrant overstatement (read: complete fallacy), it has nothing to do with foreign policy, about which Senator McCain and his interviewer were speaking at the time. Is there nothing this man won’t lie about?

…Obviously not.

I’m not even going to get into the Sarah Palin interview with Charlie Gibson at all for two reasons: first, it’s a fucking joke because the questions were so fucking easy, and second, despite the easy questions she still managed to flamboyantly display how unbelievably ignorant she is on the state of the world, what’s right and wrong to say publicly, and how truly unfit she is for the job for which she is currently being ‘interviewed’.

In the out-of-context words of David Foster Wallace: “What a fucking mess.”

Vice-Presidential Pootie Tang

I don’t care what anyone says about Sarah Palin’s hotness—five kids at the age of forty-four—that pussy is busted!

Not to mention her political stances are just cuckoo-bananas. But it’s not like that matters or anything. Just think about those busted-ass leathery old lady-bits when you’re in the voting booth, if only for the good of America.

Today I wrote out a check that will in a few days become my first political contribution. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but today I was just inspired to. That and I’ve been throwing away a lot of money lately, and I figured what the fuck, I should put my money where my mouth is and throw some scratch ol’ Barry’s way. Couldn’t hurt, right?

Rawr

The Day’s Events, Condensed

This morning I beat my high score in Geometry Wars by almost double (618,000). I then immediately had to leave for work. I was five minutes late.

I went to Starbucks instead of Pegasus today. This is a long story. My favorite barista ever—Maria—who showed a lot of (friendly) interest in me, was fired from the coffee shop in my building  recently, which is Pegasus. Yesterday there was a gorgeous barista at the Starbucks in the Columbia Tower who showed no interest in me whatsoever. She was not there today when I went in.

On the walk home, I called Lee. We talked about lots of stuff. She mentioned Bon Iver. It is supposed to be pronounced like the French phrase for “good winter,” which would actually be written “bon hiver” with the silent French H. I will forgive the misspelling because he is quite a talent.

After that I watched McCain’s hour’s worth of empty rhetoric.

After that I called my mom. We talked politics. She told me my dad is likely to vote for McCain. I asked her, “Does he know what the current political situation does to my blood pressure?” She said she’d try to sway him.

I ended the day by completely smashing my previous Geometry Wars high score. Oh, and don’t you worry about my words: I’ve already eaten them.

The Difference

I just realized something while watching this speech from yesterday by Barack Obama. It’s become clear to me the real reason that I support him and not the alternative. Whenever I listen to Senator Obama speak—whether he’s full of shit, calculated, elitist, or what-the-fuck have you—all I hear is resolutions. How he plans to remove us from the shitstorm that is Iraq, his strategy for taxes, his resolutions for the economy.

Conversely, Senator McCain is the opposite, as he must be. He is forced into a role by political partisanship (see: VP decision) and the media, so by default he must be the equal and opposite reaction. Therefore, McCain spends his time talking not about resolutions, but preparations and operations: we could be in Iraq for “a hundred years”, “there will be other wars”, we must keep drilling, and the rest.

I think humans like ends more than beginnings. We want to feel as if something has been accomplished, as if anything ever is. I think that’s why I tend to like where Barack is going with this, even if he is full of shit. And that’s a possibility. But if he is, then McCain most definitely is, and well then we’re fucked.

You’ve just got to believe in something. Otherwise, nothing means anything.