On a Just Universe

I was about five or six. My brother came home with some exciting new things. They were called baseball cards, our neighbor collected them and had given him some. Amongst those he had were some for the Red Sox, in my child's mind I found it amazing that a team would be named after socks, much less red ones, and that their logo would be...a pair of red socks. I still can't explain what the fascination was or is, but it stuck. Pat for whatever reason was a White Sox fan, so he would give me all his Red Sox cards and visa versa.

I wear my hats so much I usually forget whats on them and so am generally confused by people's comments. I've only just recently gotten used to the flurry of comments (all positive) that I've recieved lately. One time I walked into a class and State at some little idiot (he seemed like a freshmen if ever I met one) said "So you a fan or you just wear the hat?" I asked if he really thought I cared what he thought of my hat or if he was just an asshole. The Proffesor didn't appreciate the exchange so unfortunatley what I'm sure would have been an enlightening conversation with this prick was cut short.

People that are so concerned with "Bandwagon fans" really make me laugh. It's like that Cake song "How do you afford your rock and roll lifestyle", the kind of people obbsessed with proving that they were there, that they'd heard of them first. Honestly I could care less whether people feel they're a "bigger fan" than I. If that's the only thing you've got then I guess I won't rob you of it, personally as a fan of anything I'm happy when others also enjoy and support the same things I do. It makes me happy to share the things I enjoy with others, not exclude them from it. What does the kid know though right?

Oh and for the faithful, I think last nights victory proves that we do live in a just universe.

And one final thought, "'John Kerry won't be the President until the Red Sox win."

Don't you love it when people fail to update their websites in forever, then all they have to say is "Sorry, I've been really busy but I really plan on recommiting myself soon" or somesuch. And I've done it, but this isn't going to be one of those entries because even for all my ablity to stretch the truth in the name of making things more entertaining for you dear reader, even I cannot attempt to weave a story that I have been "busy" over the last few weeks. The plan was that I would come home for a while and work on the Kerry/Edwards campaign till the election then figure out something for there. After a couple days working in the Raleigh office for Kerry/Edwards I decided that it wasn't quite for me and chose to try and find another campaign I could get on board with. This led to a phone call to my old boss Zach who directed me to Janet Cowell for NC Senate a candiate about whom I had heard a buzz before she had even secured her party's nomination for the seat or I had returned to the US. So I was excited (this is what passes for excitement for me folks). Unfortnately both her and her campaign manager have the canny ability to always call me when I am either in the bathroom or shower, and I in turn have a similar ability to always get their voice mail. One week and several calls later I did what any reasonable person would do in such a situation: I went to Washington, DC to visit some friends. In DC I learned some important things: Hopeless romanticism freaks some people out, The Post only costs 35 cents in DC, life was difficult before cell phones, my memories of the Holocaust Museum are sharper than I remembered (but isn't that the point), sometimes the best way to handle a mugger is to tell them to "F--- OFF!", telling someone to meet you "at the Washington Memorial, yes the big white spire" may not be specific enough, and of course that DC is an amazing city and somewhere I hope I live at some point or another in my life.

After DC I returned to Raleigh once again ready to get out and do some campaigning. Unfortunately it hasn't quite worked out save posting some yard signs and doing voter registration for a few odd days. Mostly then I have done not a whole lot with my time besides swimming and meeting my brother for lunch. I have however managed to finish the script that I was invited to do over a year ago and started writing something new. I'm still waiting to hear back from my editor about the first but shall let you know of any developments and the second is still a work in progress but expect big things.

Since I doubt I'll be working on anyone's transition team I'm thinking I'll just start working on research for my PhD (I sent back my confirmation yesterday) as I hope to get it done fairly quickly (there's a two year minimum). This weekend we're going camping, I need to get graham crackers and marshmallows.

Milk and Nuclear Holocaust

So I was up in DC all week. Yesterday we went to the national archives and saw the "Charters of Freedom". I waited till we were outside but I told Amy what I had been told as a kid, that in the event of a nuclear attack or some other emergency the Declaration of Independence and Constitution are rigged to drop down a shaft that then fills in with cement over it. I qualified it as I was told that as a kid because I haven't heard since then and hadn't really thought about it, and couldn't decided whether it seemed reasonable or whether it was one of those things that people tell kids because they're gullible. It reminded me of how my parents used to say that if I blew bubbles in my milk that the suction might kill me, and how I was about nineteen before I figured out that was total bs.