Friday, February 18, 2005

Great Backyard Bird Count, Day 1

So I get home a little early from work, and I'm fussing around the kitchen when my wife starts screaming, "OH WOW! WOW! WOW!!!"

And, this is what she was seeing, although my capture of the moment is thanks to a lot of photo retouching...



Mind you, this is through a crud-covered screen and a window that's taken several long days of rain -- but that's a Cooper's Hawk with a rock dove in its talons. She saw the whole incident in living color. I was doing my best to capture the moment on digital film, with only moderate success.

Still. Pretty cool.

We filled out our GBBC form with several birds, including (1) Cooper's Hawk, and (1) rock dove [deceased].

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Friday Bird Blogging

My most recent favorite subject, the mockingbird, in winter puffery:

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

And Now, For Something Completely Predictable

Oh, I'm conservative, and that's OK!
I pray all night and I shill all day!
(He's conservative, and that's OK!
He prays all night and he shills all day!)

Oh, I pimp the Right, for Talon News
Lifting text from the RNC
On Thursdays I do talk shows
And browbeat liberals with glee

Oh, I'm conservative, and that's OK!
I pray all night and I shill all day!
(He's conservative, and that's OK!
He prays all night and he shills all day!)

Scott calls on me in the press room
I like to toss softballs!
My journalism degree, it cost $50
Then I ran afoul of Kos

Oh, I'm conservative, and that's OK!
I pray all night and I shill all day!
(He's conservative, and that's OK!
He prays all night and he shills all day!)

Oh, I'm a closet queen, I use fake names
I'm HotMilitaryAction dot com
And after nailed for outing Plame
I may need to call my mom

(He's a closet queen! He uses... fake... names?
And hot military... UGH!!!)

Oh, I'm conservative, and that's OK!
I pray all night and I shill all day!

Monday, February 07, 2005

Because I'm Impatient

Mockingbird!



Shot with a Nikon 200-400 f/4 AF-S VR lens. Yep.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Guit With It

Friday shred blogging:



Nels Cline, fuckin' it up with Wilco, this summer in Nashville at Uptown Mix.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Not Quite Ready for Friday Bird Blogging

Pileated woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus) at Radnor Lake State Park, 1/30/05. This bird was about 30' up and about 100' from me.



I've been waiting a long time to get one of these in my lens, and I'm honestly a bit disappointed. It's not very sharp, and it's backlit, and there's a lot of foliage between it and me. Cropped & color balanced for web. Shot with a Nikon 300mm f4 ED lens, auto ISO, tripod mounted. The good news is that I finally got one in my lens. The bad news is that it may be a while before I find another. Here's hopin'.

Some yabbering idjits scared it off as they came down the trail talking about snowboarding.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Worst Possible Band Names

Some of my contributions to the agitprop-a-go-go at Peoplesforum.com.

(nods to Hayden and Bill. I am not worthy.)

: or ;
A Corpse Is A Corpse, Of Course Of Course...
A Little Daschle Do Ya
A Whiter Shade of Episcopalian
Abracadaver
Albany Jerk Reaction
Arroz Tu Di Okaychun
Ashcroft & Simpson
Ass Without Hats
Badly Drawn Curtains
Bell Biv Willem Dafoe
Boomtown Shithouse
BR6-66
Bridgestone Over Troubled Water
Burnings Pear
Buzzkill & The Wet Blankets
Camper Van Buren
Canarsie No Evil
Carlton Lutefisk & His Guitar Tuna
Churchill Downs Syndrome
Clawed Depussy
Cool Hand Puke
Crime & The Shitty Solution Provider
Crimea River
Cris Kirkwood's Valet Service
Crotchless Pansy
Da Folkeez
Das Luftwafflehaus
Dial M For Mordor
Duelin' Hambones
Düsseldork
Erie Silence
Ernest Tubb & Tile Cleanser
Everybody Loves Ramen
Flair For The Obvious
Fountains of Waco
Get Me A Toddler
Gnu Edition
Goddamn-a-Lamn-a-Ding-Dong
Godspeed You Black Betty, Bam Ba Lam!
Graham Cracker Station
Guided by Village Voice
Guillotine Spirit
Happy Happy Jihad!
Heywood Jablowme
I Pseud Your Ass Off
Ice Cream Koan
IF(IF(IF(IF(IF(IF(IF))))))) -- a.k.a. The Nested Ifs
I'll Be There Between One And Four
Jad County Fair and Livestock Auction
Jars of Klee
J'Syracuse
Leukorrhea, Dyscrasia, Scorcrasia & Thyme
Marchadigms
Mark Of The Mohel
Masalalalala Means I Love You
Maximum Fudd
Microbes & Shit
mIxEd CaSe
Mung Beans Ah Um
Mutt Bunch
Mutton Honey
My Buffer Runneth Under
My Morning Jackoff
No Use For No Use For A Name
Nom De Merde
Notorious G.O.P.
Office Of The Co-Dependent Prosecutor
Our Fans Suck
Paddy O'Shea & The Bleeding Ulsters
Parasite By The Dashboard Light
Pissedthataway
Pontiff & Lefty
Poughkeepsakes
Projectile Mamet
Quadroplegiaphenia
Quarterflush
Queef Richards
Red Hot Ashcroft on Ashcroft Action
Remember the Alamodome
Saigon Headchick Corea
Saudi Duty Time
Schadenfrög
Scraping Beatles Off The Wheel
Semisonic Youth
Shenzhenopoly
Shi'ite Hit the Fan
Shrubatrocity
Shut the Fuck Up, Portnoy
SkWrl
Sly and the Family Stallone
Sonic Yoopers
Stabbing Burtward Stabbing Adamwestward
Tabouli 'N Algebra
Teratogen & Tonic
The Blow Chunkies
The Darned
The Headcount Reductions
The Jaw Naw Say Queer
The John Denver Blues Explosion
The Real Slim Sade
The Sanctimonious Regrets
The Sneering Missouri Whitebread Folk-Nazi Choir
The Snoggin' Toboggan
The Unoriginals
The When, Where, Why, and Howe
Thin White Grope
Three Lox Box
Trying Desperately To Be Liked
Tudor Sedan
Tupperware Seals and Crofts
Twelve Angry Mandingo
Uck Bowens
Velveeta Monologues
Veni, Vidi, ROCK!chi
Vincent Bugliosi Is Dead
Vulveeta
Wang Chunder
Wang Dang Sweet Putin
We Go Royko
Whack-A-Mohel
Won'tco
Xananthrax
Xavier Breath
Zeroic Measures
ZZ Norsemen

Friday, January 28, 2005

Friday Bird Blogging

Inspired by Bubba and Fletch, here's a late Friday (Backyard Song-) Bird Blog entry...



White-throated Sparrow, Zonotrichia albicollis (taken using a Nikon D70 with 300mm f4 ED lens).

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

I promised more soon, and for anyone reading this, I hope you clock this as "soon." Now, whilst I fiddle with the contents of my FTP directory and the previous post, I should be able to come up with something both eye-catching and educational.

So, starting from the top...

1) Donkey by the roadside. Straddling the fine line between pest and point of national pride, these creatures inhabit all of the island. There are even donkey crossing signs in Dutch, which I'm not sure has anything to do with the text "overkstande ezels." Anyhoo, here's one of them critters (or is that kritteren?):



(proper credit/copyright to my darling wife - J.C.W.)

2) A whiptail lizard, having a little hand-feeding. I was surprised by how tame they were:



3) Detail of the lizard:



...and more detail...



4) The ever-so-cheerful tropical mockingbird at the resort. Beautiful songsters, these are:




5) This is a Venezuelan troupial, a close relative of the oriole. The picture doesn't come close to capturing how brilliantly colorful that these birds are:



6) A pair of wading flamingo. Any photographers out there have hints for shooting these? I had a devil of a time at the tippy-top of my focal range on a Nikon D70 outfitted with an 80-400VR lens. The birds are so light in tone that in direct sun, you get almost total washout. And they like to stay at a respectable distance, too. If memory serves, I was shooting in spot focus mode, A priority, somewhere between f8 and f16. (Any SKBers that hang here can feed me back on the Bubba Blab, OK?)



7) The winner of the best in show among the participants in the Splash photo contest. The judge said it was the first time he'd given this award to a non-diver. I won a Suunto dive watch! Back story to this photo: I'd been shooting these birds relentlessly for about an hour. I was frustrated by what I was seeing in the LCD on the camera, so I went back to the truck to get my f3.5 24-120VR Nikkor, and put the 80-400VR away. I set the mode to "action," and wandered back towards the birds. Sure enough, they took off when I got a bit too close. I just kept my finger on the shutter and tried to follow them as best I could through the viewfinder, BLAM BLAM BLAM. I got two useful shots out of about 20. This was the best composed, even if the other shot had better detail.



8) Now, if the contest had been later, this would have been my submission:



Taken at a distance of about 2' through a Nikkor f2.8 105mm micro with flash. The iguana was cavorting around the swimming pool deck as we were wrapping up and getting ready to have a group photo taken. I managed to shinny up pretty close, and then that unmistakeable bit of felicity appeared in the form of a dragonfly. A rather thrill-seeking dragonfly, to boot.

So that's a bit of the trip in photos. Hope you enjoy!

Bon bini!

(Almost redundant here, but all photos are (c) 2005 Andy W. Please secure permission before use.)

Monday, January 03, 2005

Pictura di vakansi ariba Boneiru!

OK, I have no idea if that's proper Papiamento -- but these are selected pictures I took during my New Year's trip to Bonaire, Netherlands Antilles. For those who've not heard of it, this is a former Dutch colony (first settled by the Dutch in the late 1600s) which is today a paradise for scuba divers. As luck would have it, the scuba club that my wife belongs to makes an annual trip down there for fun, frolic, and of course, scuba. Being a non-diver, I found plenty to hold my interest, however.

First post -- mostly cultural stuff. These were selected from about 3.1G worth of digital NEFs. (I'll get around to wildlife in the next couple of days.

1) The resort: Divi Flamingo, in Kralendijk:



2) A local dog, one of the few ever encountered upon a leash. After having been there for about five days, I was beginning to wonder if anyone on the island actually owned any dogs. Sure enough. This one was checking us out from the house adjacent to the mangrove information center on Lac Cai Bay:



3) Cactus trees on the windward side of the island. These things are HUGE, and they're omnipresent on the island. I would hazard that these are somewhere in the 20' tall range:



4) Something you don't see every day just outside your bedroom window; the Queen Mary II:



5) Boats on Lac Cai. This area was pretty nifty. It's basically a large tide pool, and it's surrounded by mountains of conch shells. Not sure if these boats belonged to conchers, but it's a safe bet:



6) Darling wife standing before a fantastic vista of cactus and coral on the top end of the island near Malmok in the Washington-Slagbaai national reserve park:



7) Red skies at night, a sailor's delight. Kralendijk is a major port of call for Caribbean cruise ships -- and leading up to New Year's Eve, there was a different one in the bay every evening, although I believe that's a tanker on the horizon. Sunsets are fantastic every night, and even if it's cloudy, the visibility extends way out to at least 20 miles:



More soon.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Posted elsewhere, but worth mentioning here at the end of the year.

The best new grooves of 2004, from my list of purchases. And here, in no particular order:

Banyan, Live At Perkins Place. Mike Watt (Minutemen) and Nels Cline (Wilco) team up with Steven Perkins (Jane's Addiction) and kick out a set of furious fusion. Funky, jazzy, driving, fun. Easily Watt's best release of the year, aside from the DVD of him playing bass for the Stooges (and if you missed that, check it out -- the outtakes of Scott Asheton banging out Raw Power songs on a paint bucket and a box at an in-store is worth the price of admission.

Guided by Voices, Half Smiles of the Decomposed. If it must be their last album, then let it be. But, wow. This is how one goes out on top.

Elvis Costello, The Delivery Man. Thank dog the man had the sense to release this following that dismal release North. Love ya, Declan, but man alive, you should stay away from the torchy-feely-croony stuff.

Steve Earle, The Revolution Starts Now. This is the album that Jerusalem could have been. This is more what I expect from Earle, which is steps up from the previous -- and in this case, I measure him against the genius of Transcendental Blues. Oh, and if you're a fan like I am, you must check out the New West DVD of his performance from Austin City Limits in 1986ish. Whoa. Especially note his behavior coming out for the first encore. When he doesn't have a guitar in his hand, it's pretty damn obvious that he was in the throes of a blow habit.

Kings of Leon, Aha Shake Heartbreak. Based on a recommendation from Earle's XM radio show -- and is it ever good. Available now as an import. I believe this ground is already trod, so the less said the better.

A.C. Newman, The Slow Wonder. The New Pornographers tunesmith cuts a solo release, and crafts a wondrous work of power pop. (Honorable mentions here -- Neko Case's The Tigers Have Spoken, featuring The Sadies, and The Sadies Favourite Colours album. If you dig the Flying Burrito Brothers, check 'em out.)

Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra, Who is This America? Props to Doyle Davis for leading me to this American ensemble kicking it Fela style -- I expect a lot more from this band during the next four years of a Bush administration. "Indictment" has to be one of the angriest ... well, indictments handed out against the war criminals in DC. Supposedly they were so damned militant at their show here at the Mercy Lounge that they were driving patrons away. Those who stayed saw a burning rendition of Afrobeat not soon forgotten.

Hoodoo Gurus, Mach Schau!. Taken from a bit of Beatles trivia, the Gurus reform to "make a show" of their rock prowess. Following hard upon the dazzling outing by Faulkner and Shepherd as The Persian Rugs, this Australian import is a must-have for Hoodoo Gurus fans, and could easily be well-loved by fans of Aussie rock. "Keep Your Powder Dry" was one of the most earwormy songs of this year for me.

Mission of Burma, ONoffON. Picking up where they left off, and not losing many steps.

Wilco, A Ghost is Born. Although it would have been great to have had Nels Cline do the studio work with the gang, this CD has gotten spun so many times around my house and my car that I'm under edict not to play it again where my wife can hear it for at least six months. Now that's monomania for you!

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Just wanted to acknowledge my recent addtion to the Rocky Top Brigade blogroll. Thanks, Bubba!

And, here's a picture of a titmouse buffed up against the recent ice storm which hit Nashville overnight.



Sorry for slow-rolling the updates to the blog lately, folks. I'm in full-tilt stressed-out mode lately, what with the holidays and having a number of workmen involved in a major renovation of the kitchen. The work is beautiful, but there's sundry issues involved, not the least of which right now is that the kitchen sink won't friggin' drain.

In other news, I'm going to be pulling my endorsement of PeoplesForum.com from the blogroll. Recent developments have me uncertain about that forum's future. (But if you must wander over there, check out the chatter in I Spit On Your Groove.)

Sunday, December 05, 2004

I know this is probably going to booger up the appearance of the webpage, but I just have to post this in a wide format...



Approx. 100 migrant white pelicans seen at Hopson Bay, Lake Barkley, 12/5/2004

Thursday, November 18, 2004

New Acquisition Thursday:

Disc 1 - NoMeansNo, People's Choice

Disc 2 - Chris Stamey w/ Yo La Tengo, V.O.T.E.

Disc 3 - British Sea Power, The Decline of British Sea Power

Disc 4 - Banyan, Live At Perkins' Place

Disc 5 - World Party, Dumbing Up

Disc 6 - Public Enemy, Yo! Bum Rush the Show!

Heaviest rotation, Banyan. Public Enemy close behind. NoMeansNo is the most rawkus by far, although the British Sea Power is full o' buzz and fury. So what can I say about World Party? Karl Wallinger is a one-trick pony, but he's damned good at it.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

OK, so my post-election bounce isn't quite happening yet. I'm not feeling it much anyway. Burn-out is more like it. There's only so much outrage one can take before the bile and bitterness and "can-you-believe-that's" become so entrenched as to be a real turn off, both to self and to others.

So here I'm going to do my best to outline my take on the blue vs. red without losing my cool.

Short story: It's crap.

THE END.

OK, not really.

I've had more than one person refer me to Fuck The South, telling me what a larf that it is. While trying to be as PC as I can be, I'll allow that catharsis has its place. As vented spleen, that piece works OK, I guess. If whomever wrote it feels better, great; besides that, a few people got a good chuckle out of it. That's all good.

However...

(portions of this letter excerpted from an email I sent earlier today)

The problem I have is that the people guiding the strategy of the Democratic Party -- the Ickes'es, the McAuliffes, the Froms, the Shrums, the Braziles -- have been pushing this idea that you can't win by displaying a backbone. It's this desire to capture the mushy middle that's exacerbating the problem. What's worse, they're trying to "Clintonize" the election, conveniently forgetting one crucial component: Bill Clinton's not running. (Al From was no more a kingmaker than my cat; he happened to be in the right place at the right time.) While they might have had other parts of the formula roughly correct, I contend that you can't separate Clinton's campaign strategy from Clinton the persona.

So let me come around to the "fuck the south" meme.

As a more deeply interested observer in Southern politics this time around, I gotta call some shit into question here which might be lost on our northern counterpart. We have a popular Democratic governor (60%+ approval rating) -- Phil Bredesen -- who basically sat out the whole election. If that wasn't bad enough, here's another kick in the teeth: the state party is a captive interest of the governor's office. After Bredesen's *successful* election in 2002, he liquidated the state party office and had it peopled with his folks. One might ask why that matters. I wondered that myself, even if unconsciously so. I did think it weird that a politician would refuse to dance with those what brung him, but as victor, the spoils, yadda yadda.

The state party did absolutely zero to promote Kerry statewide. It was so bad... SO BAD... that they wouldn't even put up Kerry/Edwards signs in the windows of their office. No shit. This is the state party, y'all. That seems a trifle, but I'm just getting started. What's worse, they took pains to go on the record as saying that Tennessee, the state that had elected Al Gore to the senate twice and put the Democrat Phil Bredesen into office, was BUSH COUNTRY. Here it is, Democratic home turf, Democratic incumbency. You'd think that was leverage, but all the same, they're conceding the election to Bush weeks ahead of November 2.

Why?

Well, they had a strategy. They would hope and wish that TN somehow fell into Kerry's lap. That's about the size of it.

Seriously, though: their strategy was to attempt to promote a few local races in a failed attempt to preserve the Democratic majority in the state senate, which might seem sensible enough on its face. Recent history shows, though, that they wound up spending all of their money in that losing strategy while they could have chosen to spend that money on leveraging a statewide party infrastructure for GOTV for all Democratic candidates, not just a few targeted races. Helluva tutorial in opportunity cost there, huh? But I guess you can expect that out of a state political organization whose sole purpose is to support Phil Bredesen, even if it does bear the legacy of being the statewide Democratic leadership vessel.

I understand that they're trying their best to keep their powder dry for the 2006 gubernatorial cycle, but the Republicans are hell-bent on taking that office back from Bredesen. If he thinks that his failure to show up for Kerry is going to win him points going into '06 with the GOP-leaning swing voter, I gotta call bullshit. He doesn't understand what he's up against. And pushing policies that alienate the unions (workers comp limitations favoring business) and the less fortunate (eliminating the state-sponsored TennCare system, leaving 400,000 people without health coverage) are going to wind up blowing up in his face. I don't know what he expects come 2006 in terms of national financial support from the DNC, but if I were [insert DLC-approved successor to McAuliffe here], I'd think twice before helping out.

I can't speak to the rest of the "southern" state parties (which by some bizarre fit of geographical spleen now includes Idaho and North Dakota), but here, they were not visible. The county parties were left to do the footwork without coherent state leadership, and with Phil Bredesen's self-loathing state party dismissing the 2004 campaign as hopeless, the result was pretty well predictable.

What's left, then? The national? Oh, well, they said "fuck the south" the loudest. "We can win without the south," says John Kerry. True to form, the national campaign spent little time and few dollars here. We need help, we need staff, we need money to help put out yard signs & make buttons & bumper stickers, we need advertising on the air, but we're left to fend for ourselves. It's pretty hard to win state-wide if the state doesn't believe in you, but when the national has you written off as well? It's called "self-fulfilling prophecy."

We are not hopelessly Republican down here. Even at the height of Jim Crow, this was the state that elected not only Al Gore, Sr. but also Estes Kefauver. While it might be fashionable and cathartic to place blame on the south for losing this election, we need vision from our brethren, not vitriol. We worked our asses off down here, and it's really hard to see people make a joke out of the sort of work that we put into winning this thing. Yeah, we have our issues -- but I know just as many Bible-thumping morons from Central Illinois as I do from Middle Tennessee. We just don't have the benefit of a Chicago metro area to swing the entire state our direction.

So, yeah, go ahead and have a giggle at the South's expense. But just remember how hard some people fought here in a uphill battle. Tennessee may have gone down, but it certainly was more of an effort than the election day coverage might have you believe. And we're smarting just as much as the rest of you are, only we live among the Bible-thumping, gun-toting, whiskey-drinking, dangerously undereducated cousin-fuckers that you so viciously rebuke and dismiss. You call them idiots, we call them our neighbors.

(Yes, I am fully aware of the trade-off. Having lived in Chicago, Denver, and Kansas City, and having seen enough of New York City and DC to know better, y'all can have at it. I'll trade my 20 minute commute and 1.3 acres for your 3 hours and postage stamp efficiencies any day of the week. Keep in mind, though, that I live in true blue Davidson County. Southern charm does have to meet certain minimum requirements for me. Nevertheless, that's a much broader discussion.)

Short story made long: Party politics are a collective effort. We won't ever win if the state and national leadership continues to say "fuck the south." It's a dangerous game of brinksmanship. Maybe instead of investing millions of dollars to keep Nader off the ballot next time, the DP can spend a few hundred thousand on party building in independent Southern states like Virginia, North Carolina, Kentucky, and Tennessee.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

An abbreviated response to "An Open Letter to the Democratic Party"

1. You didn't give me clear positions on the issues.

You aren't paying attention.

I get the idea that what you're asking for are not clear positions. You're asking for simplistic positions.

2. You didn't convince me that you would defend America against the threats of terrorism.

Where you get your ideas about this, I don't know. Kerry made it very clear that he wanted to hunt down and kill the terrorists. What's unclear about that? Did you miss the part about Kerry wanting to send 40,000 additional troops, create 3 new divisions, and to hunt down those responsible? Did you miss what he said about Afghanistan?

Again, you're simply not paying attention.

3. You insulted my intelligence by the constant mantra of Kerry's service in Vietnam.

Your Republican friends insulted my intelligence by not firing someone over the Abu Ghraib incidents. Your Republican friends insulted my intelligence by constantly referring to 9/11 as if no one remembered what happened on that day. Your Republican friends insulted my intelligence by putting Zell Miller on their stage as a keynote speaker, as if that addled old jerk even represents the Democratic party in anything but name. Your Republican friends insulted my intelligence by endorsing the war in Iraq even after it was revealed that there were no links to Al Qaeda and no weapons of mass destruction. Your Republican friends insulted my intelligence by saying that the war in Iraq was about saving people there from Saddam Hussein. Your Republican friends insulted my intelligence by constantly referring to a liberal media that doesn't exist. Your Republican friends insulted my intelligence by saying Massachusetts like a 4-letter word.

4. Your constant references to the opinions of the rest of the world scared me

You need to wake up and realize that the War On Terrorism requires that we have strong allies -- and that if we alienate them and pursue our own reckless course of action, we will not be able to effectively contain the threat.

Failing that, you really should go out and see some of the rest of the world. There's a lot out there that you should experience, and I believe that if you had a healthier respect for other cultures, you might understand why your fear and arrogance here are completely misplaced.

5. You disturbed me with your demonization of the rich.

I must have missed this. I believe that Kerry talked a lot about taxing the rich -- that they needed to share fairly in the burden of fighting a global war. This is the only time in history where the wealthy were not asked to sacrifice. But everyone else did.

Wherever it is that Kerry said that the rich were evil? You are apparently hearing things that aren't there.

6. Here is something you could work on right about now: I could not stomach to listen to your incessant hatred of President Bush.

Since this is an "open letter to the Democratic Party," I believe what you're talking about are not the opinions of the national campaign, but the opinions of a number of people following the race closely that have strong personal opinions.

Contrast that with the vulgar, immature, incessant attacks on President Clinton. Those were espoused and encouraged by the GOP, right up to the top of the organization.

7. I don't think you really want my vote.

Here, I agree with you. Sort of.

I don't think Democrats would mind having your vote, but I think they're stupid for trying to chase after it.

Why? You're clearly a Republican leaning voter. They don't need you in order to win, but they don't "get" that the solution is to pander less to you and your kind. The reason that more people don't vote Democratic is because the Democrats are trying too hard to win voters like you, instead of focusing on their traditional bases of support. By trying to win so-called right-leaning moderates like you (which I find hard to believe, since your objections could have come straight from a list of GOP talking points), they're forced to adopt positions that alienate people from the process. More needs to be done to get people to feel like they're invested in the results of the election. 40% of the eligible population didn't even bother to vote this time, and among those, I'm certain that Kerry and the Democrats can find the 3% of voters who'd make the difference nationally, with or without you.

What they need to do is to stop feeling so timid about writing off your vote.

Maybe then, they'd feel free to take stronger positions on labor issues like the minimum wage and outsourcing, on minority empowerment, on health care issues, on getting corporations out of Congress, on enforcing voter rights, and so on.

Yeah, we'd lose you.

But I could live with that.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Well, here it is, America. The results are in. You had a choice, and you endorsed incompetence, gross negligence, indignity, unaccountability, failure, corruption, dishonesty, and arrogance. You did, however, save us from the horrors of gay marriage (as if denying someone a right that you take for granted is going to stop men from kissing each other).

Times like this, I'm sorry that I had hope. I regret feeling that there was a glimmer of a chance that I would get to be the gracious winner this time. I am angry at my own raised expectations.

I willed myself to believe that things would turn out in my favor during this election. This morning, I pulled myself into the office to face my tormentors co-workers.

"You don't change commanders in the middle of a fuckin' war, Andy. We needed to save those Iraqis from Saddam," I was told.

"Oh, ___, that's disingenuous. Mass murder and genocide happens all over this globe and there's no uniform moral imperative to get involved."

(Yeah, like you give a shit about Iraqis. Explain to me how we're saving them from Saddam's chemical weapons again? Would that be because we're killing them first?)

Ever since, there's been a constant hammering yowl pinging around my skull:

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU???"

Ian MacKaye, screaming the introduction to Minor Threat's "Filler." I don't know where it came from, but it won't leave.

YOU CALL IT RELIGION! YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!

Y'know, I think I'm going to get some mileage out of this anger/defiance/cynicism for a while. I was just saying last night to a friend of mine that situations like this make me want to quit my job, buy a case of cheap whiskey, and to start up a Pogues cover band, or something of the like.

Maybe I should make good on that.
I know that the people that run our desks and offices got so full
of the desire to grab enough money to run away and hide on, that
they let this thought run them, instead of the bigger plan,
well, this has always been a hard word to say, but
It could very truly be that our office people are doing the best they
know how to do,
But we had ought to teach ourselves better and higher than this
before we run ourselves and put ourselves into our offices.


--Woodrow Wilson Guthrie

Sunday, October 31, 2004

The Eve of Election Eve

There's an old saying in Tennessee, perhaps it's in Texas, but I know it's in Tennessee. It goes something like this:

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around

Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray

We don't get fooled again