unamaga: (on a towel by the VOTING BOOTH)


*pins proudly to shirt*

Our polling place wasn't as busy as most other people have had to deal with (GO PENN STATE GO!), but considering it's usually an in-and-out deal, forty minutes is pretty hefty! I'm proud of my little section of town. And I totally cried after I came out of the booth, not gonna lie.

Also, this has been stuck in my head all day. McCain should've picked this woman, srsly. )

yes. that.

Oct. 29th, 2008 03:56 pm
unamaga: (2008 - i'm asking you to believe)
Back at the rally, after the march had left MLK Gardens, I'd gone back for the car while Brett took photos, and I spotted a very old black man in a sharp Sunday suit walking slowly at the very back of the huge march. He hadn't yet arrived at the voting center, and I decided to find him when I got back.

I wanted to go talk to him, to ask him what this moment meant to him. He was a guy who you take one glance at, and know, that guy's seen it all. I wanted a quote. I had my journalist hat on. I thought, this will be great.

So when I got back to the voting location with the car, I went to find him in the line. Eventually I spotted him, and was ready to walk up the few feet between us and introduce myself when I stopped in my tracks.

A young black boy, no more than eight years old, walked up to this man, who was at least eighty. The boy offered the man a sticker, probably an "I Voted" sticker, but I couldn't see. The man took the sticker and paused. Silently, he looked down at the boy, who was looking back up at the man. The man put his hand gently on the boy's head, and I saw his eyes glisten.

I didn't ask the man for a quote. I didn't need to. I walked over by myself, behind the community center, and I sat down on a bench next to the track, and wept.

- Sean Quinn, fivethirtyeight.com


and some obama icons )
unamaga: (2008 - i'm asking you to believe)
Right, so, I should probably have something interesting and deep to say, but all I can think about is:

The times are too serious, the stakes are too high for this same partisan playbook. So let us agree that patriotism has no party. I love this country, and so do you, and so does John McCain. The men and women who serve in our battlefields may be Democrats and Republicans and independents, but they have fought together and bled together and some died together under the same proud flag. They have not served a Red America or a Blue America -- they have served the United States of America.

So I've got news for you, John McCain. We all put our country first.

America, our work will not be easy. The challenges we face require tough choices, and Democrats as well as Republicans will need to cast off the worn-out ideas and politics of the past. For part of what has been lost these past eight years can't just be measured by lost wages or bigger trade deficits. What has also been lost is our sense of common purpose. That's what we have to restore.

We may not agree on abortion, but surely we can agree on reducing the number of unwanted pregnancies in this country. The reality of gun ownership may be different for hunters in rural Ohio than they are for those plagued by gang-violence in Cleveland, but don't tell me we can't uphold the Second Amendment while keeping AK-47s out of the hands of criminals. I know there are differences on same-sex marriage, but surely we can agree that our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters deserve to visit the person they love in the hospital and to live lives free of discrimination. You know, passions may fly on immigration, but I don't know anyone who benefits when a mother is separated from her infant child or an employer undercuts American wages by hiring illegal workers. But this, too, is part of America's promise -- the promise of a democracy where we can find the strength and grace to bridge divides and unite in common effort.

I know there are those who dismiss such beliefs as happy talk. They claim that our insistence on something larger, something firmer and more honest in our public life is just a Trojan Horse for higher taxes and the abandonment of traditional values. And that's to be expected. Because if you don't have any fresh ideas, then you use stale tactics to scare voters. If you don't have a record to run on, then you paint your opponent as someone people should run from.

You make a big election about small things.

Yes. Just yes. *deep breath*
unamaga: (such a beautiful day)
Yesterday was kind of a wash: I didn't get to see Barack. Apparently something like 25,000 people showed up - which wasn't exactly surprising so much as very, very loud, to the point where Lee and I couldn't hear him speaking at all. Even the rap music (YES, there was RAP MUSIC because Barack is totally down with that, yo) was muffled and sort of incomprehensible. There was an upside in the fact that I got to laugh at a bunch of kids from NYU who were trying to mosh at a political rally. This is absoLUTELY the time and place for a mosh pit, guys! Way to go! Yeah.

Anyway, Lee and I ambled down to The Strand (when we realized it would be more fulfilling to watch the speech on youtube) and bookgasmed happily over the specials in fiction, and then we got some gelato in Little Italy; so, all in all, not a complete waste of subway fare. Oh, well. He'll be around again, and maybe this time I'll try to get there fifteen thousand hours early so I can be closer to the platform.

But tonight promises to be better! Stargate Atlantis! I've seen the leaked version already, and I'll miss the Bang Man, but I think it's going to be a whole different experience to see it with everything put together right. I'm excited! *does a little dance* Who else is gonna be watching it? Anyone on the east coast want to babble through it with me on AIM or something?

Weekly moosic blob:
[Snippet of Conversion Commentary] Not really music per say, but oh my god Joe Flanigan and David Hewlett are precious! Slapfight!
[Pink Martini - Bolero] Obviously not theirs, but they make it jazzy and smooth. <3
[The Clash - London Calling] If you don't know this song already I may have to cry.
[The Tragically Hip - Poets] I don't know if I've put this one up before, but whatever. So. FUN.

Thirty Three Icons
Fifteen Stock Photos
Nine Barack Obama
Six Panic! at the Disco
Three Stargate: Atlantis




I am shocked by this unforseen turn of events! )
unamaga: (obscenely padalecki)
  • Dear flisters, I have a problem. You see, I'm going to a Barack Obama rally next Thursday (OMGJIWAPFMAWF), and I'm sort of doing the thing you do before a first date. I don't have anything to wear! Is this skirt too flirty? But jeans might be too casual! What do I say if he asks me to commit? So, here are my questions to you, the ever helpful and far-more-experienced-than-I: have you ever been to a candidate rally before? What does one actually do at these things? Do I need to bring glitter?

  • An age ago, I wrote a small McShep ficlet called Shotgun for [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon's hands festival. Only just now did I think to link it. Woops!

  • Lately, some V. V. AWESOME people have been pulled into Stargate Atlantis. Here and here are some of recs I've put together. SO FAR. On that note, my del.icio.us account is here; as of right now there are only SGA stories, since all of my SPN favorites are in my LJ memories, but, yeah. It's getting there!

  • Back to the Barack, though. Seriously. Should I make a t-shirt that says something embarrassing? "I'VE GOT A CRUSH" or "YOU CAN BE MY HEAD OF STATE", maybe. Or possibly "I ♥ B.O.", because I am a twelve year old. Would Barack dig it?

  • Off to answer comments now, wheee! I heart you all.

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