I have officially moved to the Frozen Wasteland (as I affectionately call Kingston, Ontario, and indeed all of Canada.) I live in a tiny, tiny room, barely enough for my bed and WonderWoman poster, in a house with four other girls, all of whom have rooms significantly larger than mine. At least I'm not in a dorm with a room-mate. The thing they never tell you about going to a large (or "mid-size" as it would be called in the States) university, is that once school gets up and running there are, in fact, a lot of people in town. There are students EVERYWHERE. Its a little scary.
I must run now, one of my house-mates and I are going out to buy cell phones.
Stay tuned for rants about French.
31 August 2008
27 August 2008
God or something like it...
So I've been watching the DNC. I know, its always a bad idea to watch when large groups of Democrats get together, but whatever. Joe Biden has won the Veepstakes, and spoke tonight. Quite eloquently, as a matter of fact. I quite like him. My crush on President Clinton has been renewed tonight also. He's so great, I really just wanted him to play the saxophone. Oh, well. Anyway, then Obama himself came out (as a surprise) and was introduced as if God himself was decending on the Earth. It was rather stunning. I am so pumped for the rest of the campaign...
In other news, am moving to Canada in two days.
Still no bed.
In other news, am moving to Canada in two days.
Still no bed.
12 August 2008
The Veepstakes
Apparently, and I definitely don't claim to be as informed about this subject as other people, mostly because I don't care that much, but apparently Barack Obama is planning on making an announcement about his running mate this week. Or in the near future, anyway. As far as I can understand, he made the announcement that he was planning on making an announcement by way of letting all his closest friends know that "they would be the first to know" about his decision...by way of text message.
Now, I'm going to know who the Democratic nominee for Vice President is when either the New York Times or CNN announces it. Unless Senator Obama decides to be a real gentleman about the decision and interrupts the Olympics on NBC. (As we all know, the Junior Senator from Illinois is a bit of a spotlight hog, and the odds are fairly good that about a week into Olympic coverage he will be missing it.) My brother, however, will know "first thing," as his loyalty to Senator Obama extends rather farther than my own, and he has signed up to receive this ground-breaking text message.
Cellphones are far too pervasive in our society.
My brother the Obama supporter wants Bill Richardson to be the Vice President. I may know very little about the Obama campaign, but I do know enough about politics to know that Governor Richardson, of whom I am a fan, at least more of a fan than I am about Obama, wouldn't be that good a choice of a running mate for Obama.
I pointed this out to my brother, who seems to think that Obama is going to have a hard time winning the Hispanic vote away from the oldest and whitest of old white men, Senator McCain.
Everyone is stupid in an election year. (I am a huge WestWing fan, which is where the quote comes from.) In fact, the problem is that in an election year the stupid people simply become more vocal than they are in a normal year, and so you have the opportunity to see how truly stupid the general populous is.
I don't mean to rag on my little brother in this, my mostly anonymous(ish) blog which nobody reads anyway, but I do so hate it when people speak as if they know what they are talking about when in fact they have very little knowledge or even original thought on the topic.
The nub and gist of the thing is that I'm looking forward to the announcement of running-mates, if only to shut up those who are speculating.
I ought to be finished, as this has been far too long a blog posting for my own good, however, I would like to, for a moment, say that where I was working this summer we had a pool of potential vice presidential nominees. In filling it out, I and another girl looked each candidate or potential-candidate up online in at least one, but more often several places, and evaluated their benefit to their party's ticket, etc. And even then, I still didn't know enough about them to speak about it like I knew what I was talking about.
I hope my brother is wrong, and that the Governor of New Mexico, who I would have liked to see win the Democratic nomination, won't be chosen to run as a second to the Senator from Illinois. It would be bad, I think, for the Democrats, and bad for the Governor himself. However, he might make a good VP.
Ah, America.
Now, I'm going to know who the Democratic nominee for Vice President is when either the New York Times or CNN announces it. Unless Senator Obama decides to be a real gentleman about the decision and interrupts the Olympics on NBC. (As we all know, the Junior Senator from Illinois is a bit of a spotlight hog, and the odds are fairly good that about a week into Olympic coverage he will be missing it.) My brother, however, will know "first thing," as his loyalty to Senator Obama extends rather farther than my own, and he has signed up to receive this ground-breaking text message.
Cellphones are far too pervasive in our society.
My brother the Obama supporter wants Bill Richardson to be the Vice President. I may know very little about the Obama campaign, but I do know enough about politics to know that Governor Richardson, of whom I am a fan, at least more of a fan than I am about Obama, wouldn't be that good a choice of a running mate for Obama.
I pointed this out to my brother, who seems to think that Obama is going to have a hard time winning the Hispanic vote away from the oldest and whitest of old white men, Senator McCain.
Everyone is stupid in an election year. (I am a huge WestWing fan, which is where the quote comes from.) In fact, the problem is that in an election year the stupid people simply become more vocal than they are in a normal year, and so you have the opportunity to see how truly stupid the general populous is.
I don't mean to rag on my little brother in this, my mostly anonymous(ish) blog which nobody reads anyway, but I do so hate it when people speak as if they know what they are talking about when in fact they have very little knowledge or even original thought on the topic.
The nub and gist of the thing is that I'm looking forward to the announcement of running-mates, if only to shut up those who are speculating.
I ought to be finished, as this has been far too long a blog posting for my own good, however, I would like to, for a moment, say that where I was working this summer we had a pool of potential vice presidential nominees. In filling it out, I and another girl looked each candidate or potential-candidate up online in at least one, but more often several places, and evaluated their benefit to their party's ticket, etc. And even then, I still didn't know enough about them to speak about it like I knew what I was talking about.
I hope my brother is wrong, and that the Governor of New Mexico, who I would have liked to see win the Democratic nomination, won't be chosen to run as a second to the Senator from Illinois. It would be bad, I think, for the Democrats, and bad for the Governor himself. However, he might make a good VP.
Ah, America.
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