I just had a really melancholy dream, not quite a nightmare but, what, a sad-mare? Insofar as dreams have points, mine was a very roundabout way of saying: all of my friends will never be in one place. If you’re closer to some, then others are going to be across the country, on the other side of the planet.
Most of my highschool friends didn’t go too far—they’re still in Orange County, or at least in California. I pulled up and left for Berkeley, so I was at least in the same state, a seven hour drive away. Most of my Berkeley friends stayed pretty put—I moved to the other side of the planet. Now I’m back in the same country, but grad school’s a different beast, a motley congregation of people from somewhere else. Once again, seeing a lot of them will eventually require flying very far away.
So, the plan? Move back to California, one of the few places almost everyone can agree is nice to visit. In league with Kunal’s Long-term Assembly Project, pick out a place in Berkeley, South Bay, San Mateo, heck may be even SF, be close enough to enough close friends for frequent dinners and staying-late-for-wine-or-beer. Try to convince more friends to follow with promises of the good life, one of the few places in America with a little bit of everything for everyone. Live out the rest of my life in the sweet spot of social and material bliss.
Obama’s transition website has a job application section. I really, really hope they’ll need a young inexperienced almost-architect.
I LOVE MY COUNTRY.
For half my life, a Bush has been in the White House. For a third of my life, the second Bush has been driving my country into the ground, and all I did was stand idly and watch.
Now, in one fell swoop, Republican tactics of divide and conquer are obsolete. Confidence in the American process, our unique ability to heal the greatest of tragedies, has been restored. Greatest of all, Obama has made it okay to be optimistic. After a decade of cynical, sardonic, pessimistic American culture, he’s made it okay to hope.
The next four years are going to be a bumpy, harsh time—for our economy, for our society, for everything we are. With Obama at the head, I look forward to it. We’re privileged to be alive here, now, an amazing time half a century in the making.
These days, I seem to spend more time sending out mass emails than writing in this blog. That’s too bad because I like this thing.
Surprisingly, given the events of the past week, Palin more or less held her own—she used complete sentences, copious winks, and the word “maverick” to satisfactory effect.
Then there’s Joe Biden, who owned almost every issue and every rebuttal. Unlike Palin, he always answered the damn question—directly, concisely, with copious evidence and a rhetorical right hook. He was firm, responsive, and always clearly knew exactly what he was talking about. Frankly, he did a better job than Obama did last week. His only potential flaw is that the camera caught him smirking at Palin a few too many times, which might have turned off some of our more delicate, otherwise completely deaf independent voters.
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