last thoughts on the election

But sometimes. Sometimes. Extraordinary things happen. Did you see Jesse Jackson cry in Grant Park when Obama took the stage? Jackson marched with Martin Luther King, Jr., was there when he was assassinated, was on the Today Show wearing the blood-soaked clothes he was wearing when it happened. That was but forty years ago this past April. Some of you reading this were no doubt alive then. Barack Obama was seven.

two weeks to go

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.

on erratic & maverick

I went to the Cal library today to get some books for a class I’m teaching. Along the way, for the first time, ever I think, I really felt like a professor. (Which is a little weird since I’ve been teaching now for almost two years.) I’m thinking it had something to do with the students. I kept thinking about how much separated me from them, and how that rift is growing, steadily, by the day.

more reasons i love my wife

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.