Last night, Dana and I had a hankering (that’s right, I said hankering) for one of our favorite dinners: bread and wine and cheese. (It’s not unhealthy; it’s European!) So off to Whole Food I went. The woman who rang me up didn’t charge me for the cheese. I realized this as soon as I walked away from her register, before I’d left the store. For a second, I thought about just taking off.
Warning: shameless self-promotion.
If you’re a Buddhist, you need to vote for progressive candidates. And this year, you need to vote for Obama…. maybe. This post’s been updated! (With a big and hearty thank you to all who took the time to comment!)
If you spend 3 years as a community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, help register 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, 8 years as a State Senator of a district of 750,000 people, chair the state Senate’s Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people, sponsor 131 bills, and serve on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works, and Veteran’s Affairs committees, you don’t have any real leadership experience.
If your resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town of 7,000 people, 2 years as governor of a state of 650,000 people, you’re qualified to be a heartbeat away from the presidency.
It’s been a rough week. It’s been a rough couple of weeks for a number of reasons. But, for me, top among them has been the fact that since Labor Day, I’ve been doing no less than three things simultaneously at all times. Deadlines are looming. And some of them are for projects I haven’t even started thinking about.
It’s put me on edge.
Throw into the mix my obsessive-compulsive desire to Know Everything in regards to the current election (and that knowing everything is often the very definition of infuriating) it’s no surprise that I’m quick on the draw and jumping on people when I probably don’t need to be.
You are not aloud to sing that REM song.