“Please, please, please? I MUST have a t-shirt from the gift shop! MUST!” I pleaded with my mother last Sunday. There, in the lobby of the Indiana State Museum, I had regressed to a sniveling eight-year-old.
We were there to see the Abraham Lincoln Exhibits, “With Malice Toward None” and “With Charity for All,” and I [...]
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My President
A part of me wishes I wrote some prolonged discourse about Barack Obama upon his election. Couldn’t I have pulled my lips from the wine glass for one second to capture my feelings on this historic event? Will my daughters and granddaughters not come to this blog, expecting a love letter to our new president, [...]
Tonight at 11: Michigander Shunned at Indiana Polling Center
I’ve never voted. I was too young for the 2000 election. I registered to vote in 2004 and obtained an absentee ballot in Michigan to send in while I was at IU, and completely missed the deadline to submit it. But for 2008, I was excited. This morning I walked into the Lawrence Fire Department, [...]
I want an Obama-Wonder Ticket
Yesterday morning, I overheard my boss down the hall, mentioning something about Obama, and then Stevie Wonder, and then “free”. I thought of all the things I had to do that night, all the errands I had to run, all the brow hairs that needed plucking, all the cardio I had to do to [...]
Did he say “Barama”?
I received an e-mail stating that Dem SUUUUPERDELEGATE Joe Andrew was giving a press conference this morning in the gym. Instead of, oh I don’t know, working - I made my way over there and scouted out a spot, perched up in the rocket, where I watched the whole thing.
THAT’S MY WORK in THE BACKGROUND, GUYS. ON CNN. I EAT [...]
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So.
Obama’s campaign people have leased a section of the building I work in to set up their Indiana headquarters. I peek in there every time I walk by to see lots of young, attractive people. And they’re all doing seemingly important things, like trying to change our nation, while I’m filling out spreadsheets [...]