election touchy feely
Nov. 2nd, 2004 08:39 pmOkay, it's another country, it's another time zone, but still: the USA. The world is in thrall because that is what it's like to live in times that have only one superpower. It's like being a Gaul at the time of the caesars: you look to Rome. Every election matters, of course, but somehow what the good people of Iceland or Luxemburg decide to do doesn't affect anyone else to quite the same extent as what the citizens of the U of A decide to do.
I am moved by elections. I love democracy, and I am always moved by the workings of it. Yesterday we saw some footage of the Bush and the Kerry standing in front of thousands who were waving banners and whatnot, and t'h turns to me and asks, "Are you moved by this?" But I wasn't. That's not democracy.
But then they showed a clip of a woman walking into a booth and making her crosses on the ballot paper and I choked up. Yes, I get moved to tears by the voting booth! It's the voting booth where it's all at. That little private cubicle and that moment where all that counts is one person = one vote. All the bloodshed and centuries it took to get to that one moment. I can't understand people who don't use their right to make their one little difference on that piece of paper. It's an utter privilege, and in history and still in most of the world today, it is a privilege.
Democracy isn't perfect, and it certainly isn't perfect in America but it's still the perfectest system there is. There just is no substitute. I am a universalist on that one.
I am cynical about the States these days. You have to be, if you're not a citizen of it. It's the survival strategy of the Gaul. But today I am reminded that the place is, after all and despite frequent appearances to the contrary, a democracy. I am touched by the huge voter turn-out and find the re-politicisation of Americans interesting.
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In other news
cathexys recced The Administration by
msmanna, and although I'm not a huge fan of sci-fi (after an intense fling with it during my impressionable teens, the attraction wore off, except for Neuromancer) I am a fan of slashy origfic, so I legged it on over there and although I have read only five paragraphs (!), I am already intrigued.
I have started my book! I have scores of pages of drafts and notes and chapter outlines but today I actually started it AT THE BEGINNING. Page one, paragraph one, 'Introduction', and the words 'This book is about...' I was hoping that the failed job interview would galvanise me into action. I am not quite galvanised but I am sort of partially bronzed. The mind does drift towards Dudley, Draco and Harry on top of the lighthouse in the final melodramatic climax of t'opus but the fingers (and it is they who matter!) are typing t'BOOK and not t'opus.
Also, I feel nostalgic for t'days that were peppered with t'ts. Now probably only a fraction of my flist even remembers what t't was for...
Am visiting my last two schools this week. Have grown into obsessed parent who marches into every open evening armed with eleven precise questions and a beady eye for the facilities.
But god, I am hoping that there will be another job advertised soon. I am sick of my institution. Sick, sick, sick, bored to tears with it.
I found some interesting articles today. And I've already got 25 proposals in for the conference session I'm chairing next spring, and the deadline's not for another two weeks!
A piece of amusing trivia: last week, I called the technician into my office because I couldn't get very good quality images on my new office computer (a MacOsX Mac on a stalk). He came in and said, could you pull up an image then. I went to Image Google and just typed in any old thing, in this case the word blah. Lo and behold, what was the first image that appeared? Full-frontal nude Brad in all his glory!
Try it. It's worth it, I promise. And if you're interested: I have all the naked Brads on my hard drive. Cock, balls, arse, chest, the lot. Yum.
I am moved by elections. I love democracy, and I am always moved by the workings of it. Yesterday we saw some footage of the Bush and the Kerry standing in front of thousands who were waving banners and whatnot, and t'h turns to me and asks, "Are you moved by this?" But I wasn't. That's not democracy.
But then they showed a clip of a woman walking into a booth and making her crosses on the ballot paper and I choked up. Yes, I get moved to tears by the voting booth! It's the voting booth where it's all at. That little private cubicle and that moment where all that counts is one person = one vote. All the bloodshed and centuries it took to get to that one moment. I can't understand people who don't use their right to make their one little difference on that piece of paper. It's an utter privilege, and in history and still in most of the world today, it is a privilege.
Democracy isn't perfect, and it certainly isn't perfect in America but it's still the perfectest system there is. There just is no substitute. I am a universalist on that one.
I am cynical about the States these days. You have to be, if you're not a citizen of it. It's the survival strategy of the Gaul. But today I am reminded that the place is, after all and despite frequent appearances to the contrary, a democracy. I am touched by the huge voter turn-out and find the re-politicisation of Americans interesting.
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In other news
I have started my book! I have scores of pages of drafts and notes and chapter outlines but today I actually started it AT THE BEGINNING. Page one, paragraph one, 'Introduction', and the words 'This book is about...' I was hoping that the failed job interview would galvanise me into action. I am not quite galvanised but I am sort of partially bronzed. The mind does drift towards Dudley, Draco and Harry on top of the lighthouse in the final melodramatic climax of t'opus but the fingers (and it is they who matter!) are typing t'BOOK and not t'opus.
Also, I feel nostalgic for t'days that were peppered with t'ts. Now probably only a fraction of my flist even remembers what t't was for...
Am visiting my last two schools this week. Have grown into obsessed parent who marches into every open evening armed with eleven precise questions and a beady eye for the facilities.
But god, I am hoping that there will be another job advertised soon. I am sick of my institution. Sick, sick, sick, bored to tears with it.
I found some interesting articles today. And I've already got 25 proposals in for the conference session I'm chairing next spring, and the deadline's not for another two weeks!
A piece of amusing trivia: last week, I called the technician into my office because I couldn't get very good quality images on my new office computer (a MacOsX Mac on a stalk). He came in and said, could you pull up an image then. I went to Image Google and just typed in any old thing, in this case the word blah. Lo and behold, what was the first image that appeared? Full-frontal nude Brad in all his glory!
Try it. It's worth it, I promise. And if you're interested: I have all the naked Brads on my hard drive. Cock, balls, arse, chest, the lot. Yum.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-02 10:52 pm (UTC)I have nothing to add to this. Perfectly put.
And I just had a long chat with my American flatmate about Americans and politics and democracy. And about cheating on elections. Listening to him... Well, there are some Americans who know how to spell the word "politics," you know? And that so many of them apparently chose to cast their votes today really made me hope.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-03 12:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-02 11:24 pm (UTC)As flawed as democracy is, I think we'd be hard-pressed to come up with something better. Because what is better than each and every citizen having at least some say in the government the influences their lives in so many ways? Most democracies, and the US especially right now, need some tweaking to make them better and more representative, but in spite of the entrenched powers that don't want to do anything, every now and then, they do have to give way and make some changes.
*wipes a sentimental tear; goes off to finish poking holes in ballot* There will be no hanging chads in this household- no sireee! Oh, and then I'm going to google "blah"
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-03 12:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-03 09:06 am (UTC)In this state, all of the ballots for every election are mailed to us. This year, for some reason, we didn't get ours, so I had to drive a few miles to the county elections office to get replacements. At the office, they had a few voting booths for those people who wanted to vote right there.
Yes, our ballots are horribly long in a general election. We have the federal candidates, state ballot measures, state, local and county candidates and local and county ballot measures. Plus the odd judge and justice of the peace. We're a bit like Switzerland in Oregon because we mostly govern ourself with ballot measures because the state government is so horribly inept.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-03 09:22 am (UTC)Next question: What is a ballot measure?
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Date: 2004-11-03 12:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-03 09:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 05:56 am (UTC)I doubt the founding fathers ever envisioned a country of this size and diversity or the issues that would be raised. They're probably still rolling over in their graves because slaves were emancipated and given the right to vote. Oh, and women too! What is this world coming to?
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Date: 2004-11-09 07:21 am (UTC)gauled
Date: 2004-11-03 04:49 am (UTC)Re: gauled
Date: 2004-11-03 09:24 am (UTC)One, I feel good because this time around the Americans actually seem to have voted for the guy they're going to get. They want him in.
Two, I feel bad because this means that there are no more excuses and that yes, every second American walking by on the street voted for that man.
They say every state gets the government they deserve. In the case of the US, though, it's the whole world that gets him as well. Difficult times.
Re: gauled
Date: 2004-11-03 12:38 pm (UTC)Heh. I just said the very same thing to someone else tonight. My concern was not just for the 49 percent who truly didn't want him but for the rest of the world as well.
Re: gauled
Date: 2004-11-05 05:21 am (UTC)Re: gauled
Date: 2004-11-07 10:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-03 07:46 pm (UTC)You started your book at the beginning??? I'm not sure that's allowed. I'm looking at mine in first proofs at the moment, and screaming over mistakes in the index. I want a subservient male personal secretary to take care of such things.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-03 09:35 pm (UTC)Can I borrow your male subservient secretary?
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 10:34 am (UTC)Re. the secretary, certainly. I'll have him washed and sent to your office immediately.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-11-04 10:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:42 am (UTC)Meep! (And I haven't typed that in a long time!) Can I quote this on my userinfo page??
And you actually read some of the Wainthropp fic?? *is very, very impressed*
Demelza and I were very purist, I have to admit. We only ever admitted one OTP into our heads, and that was Geoffrey/Mr Wainthropp, and they had to address each other as 'Mr Wainthropp' and 'my lad', and Mr W had to wear woolly cardigans and make hotpot and Geoffrey needed to go to t'reference library a lot. (And because at that time I was on leave and in the university library a lot, this became something of a catchphrase: 't reference library.) Oh but lord, it was an insiderish fandom...! I used to txt Demelza Wainthropp-slash in the library loos. Heady days.
Btw, I have some Wainthropps on video. They are a strange delight but really only watchable with one's finger on the forward button to get to the Geoff/Mr W bits. In one episode, Geoffrey and Mr W have a manly talk; it is all so phenomenally slashy and canon!!!
Anyway, I've come over all unnecessary now, thinking upon those days...
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 12:00 pm (UTC)Yes, I'm still marking, therefore I read a Wainthropp fic. I'm not responsible for my own actions when I mark. (I tried to follow your link to Thamiris, by the way, as I don't know her, but think it was f-locked...) A second year has just written the following:
'Gothic offers a feminist critique of society, which I will now discuss ineptly.' Snort.
Am jealous of your past leave. The tragedy of planning to leave this job at the end (t' end?) of t'year, is that I'd have had a sabbatical for the academic year 2006-7. Sigh.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-07 11:29 pm (UTC)which I will now discuss ineptly.
*Cackles* What a true self-assessment, however!!
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-08 09:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-08 11:17 am (UTC)And are you now moving to this halcyon country completely? So when will I get to meet you f2f?
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-08 02:42 pm (UTC)England's been home since the mid-1990s. I regard my weekdays in this country as an inconvenient interruption to my life there. Meet me in December!
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-08 10:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-09 10:23 am (UTC)Is your photo check so you'll recognise people when you meet under railway station clocks wearing DUDLEY ROOLZ badges, or simply to weed out the obvious drooling maniacs flaunting their Max Nordau-type physiognomies at the camera?
I have a rooted objection to being photographed, and while my departmental site has photos of all of my colleagues on our research pages (admittedly many of them looking panicked, as though photographed running down the corridor from the dept administrator with a digital camera), mine is determinedly faceless.
I look quite normal though, in a slightly cross way.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-09 04:46 pm (UTC)Yup, that's the one. (Who's Max Nordau again? A Bad Male Modernist?)
No, I will tell you about my pic policy! I've met quite a few people from online now and I've learned that there are wise ways to go about it, and one of these ways is to look at a pic of someone before you meet them. Ideally months in advance but a day will do... This is because I find that I build up a mental image of what someone looks like in my head, and it tends (with me) to be quite a powerful image. Seeing the person for the first time can be rather unsettling, and I'd rather be unsettled in front of a pic than in front of the real-live-and-flesh person. So it's a way of getting that unsettled-feeling out of the way before I meet the person to avoid embarrassment when one just wants to concentrate on face-to-face fun!
I think I've got pretty good at weeding out the Max Nordau types (whoever he is) before I get to the meeting-in-the-flesh stage! Though you may yet arrive wielding an axe under your deceptively innocent DUDLEY ROOLZ badge... *g*
Do you not find this? Or have you not met that many online people?
Some pics of me are to be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lazlet/93825.html
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-09 06:38 pm (UTC)No, seriously, what you're saying sounds sensible, but I have no photographs of myself to offer - I'm entirely with the tribal people who savaged missionaries' cameras. Photographs steal my soul!
(Max Nordau was a late 19thc follower of Lombroso's theories of criminal physiognomy and wrote a social darwinist tome called 'Degeneration' (I think 'Entartung' in German?) about criminals being essentially degenerate throwbacks due to their heredity - fed into nazi ideology later.
So definitely Bad and at least proto-Modernist.)