two weeks to go

little white children and little black children (borrowed image)

It’s Monday, 20th October. And I mailed off my absentee ballot today. It’s been a pretty momentous few weeks — hell, it’s been a pretty momentous two years. And I’ve been wrestling with a few ideas for some good posts over the last couple of days. But nothing’s stuck. Mostly, it comes out angry because, well, small-minded, racist innuendos usually get the ol’ blood boiling.

So, I’ve held off. I think I’ll let more influential people than me say the things that have been desperately needed to be said. And I’ll focus my attention elsewhere.

Specifically, in less than two weeks, I’m headed to Chicago for the Big Annual American Academy of Religion meeting at which I’ll be presenting a paper. (And hopefully meeting with a book editor or two.) And I’ve got classes to prepare for. And a few ideas for the next big academic project rolling around in my head that I’d like to get started on. Not to mention my usual, everyday life, which, as I reminded Dana, this morning, ain’t all bad.

In short, I need to pry myself away from endlessly updating the maps on RealClearPolitics or refreshing FiveThirtyEight and put my attention on things that are generally pleasurable, despite elections and politics.

As a result, I may not be posting anything for a couple of weeks. (I know, I know. Every time I say that, I end up writing fourteen posts the very next day.) But if you miss the sound of my voice, I highly recommend the podcast — now 99% politics free!

If you haven’t yet, go out and vote. And if you live in California, vote no on Props 4 and 8. We can’t afford to lose those.

(And I post this picture of Obama and family because it reminds me of that line from Dr. King’s “I Have a Dream” speech: “I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.” A hokey and sentimental association, to be sure; but the social theorist in me loves symbolism, loves narrative, and knows their power. The progressive agenda may not move as far as I’d like with an Obama presidency, but symbolic change nevertheless has power and should never be underestimated.)

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