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right here, right now
Apr. 24th, 2006 @ 12:49 am (no subject)
how ya doin'?: restlessrestless

I can't jinx myself.

This entire campaign's been spent with success being the elephant in the room, and it's a good position to be in, but come on. I feel like the hero of a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta -- held back from what it is I actually want by some predestined sense of obligation. And the thing is, I want all of it. Maybe that's my problem.

I'm doing good work, and I know it, but I just wish I could rearrange things slightly. Campaigning on my own was bad the first time, but now it's just unbearable. I want to be at home. Or have her here. I'm really not that picky. All of these books I've barely managed to read tell me that the worst thing I can do is not be there for them -- either of them. And I already feel it happening.

Less than two years ago, the only person I had to worry about was me. And I was a miserable bastard.

Now I'm only part of the equation, and...everything shifts. I ache. I want to be there. For all of it.

sweater introspective
Mar. 5th, 2006 @ 02:07 am (no subject)
how ya doin'?: dorky

I present to you a post in iambic pentameter.

(My wife dared me to do this.)

Last night, in this, my state's fair capital
Was held a thing we like to call "debate"
Between myself and also three more folks
Named Ed Manwell, Jack Stone, and Rosa Blair
And if you read the Sacramento Bee
The L.A. Times or Register O.C.
(I like the double whatever from the homophone there - O.C., "aussi"... never mind.)
You'll see that when all things are said and done
The word across the land is pretty clear
That in this great debate we had last night
I surely kicked a heaping lot of ass.

Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all night. No, really.

sweater smile
Jan. 2nd, 2006 @ 02:45 am (no subject)
how ya doin'?: loopy
I have this tendency to forget that I have this thing. I eventually remember that I do have it, and then I realize just how far behind I am on, well, everything, and that's generally where the wheels fall off the wagon, because I get frustrated, and put off catching up, and suddenly I'm thinking in run-on sentences and breaking out into a sweat and real life intervenes for a good week or six and then I remember yet again.

Forgive me. I've been on a plane all day.

I love campaigns. I really do. There's nothing like the mass chaos fueled entirely by caffeine and adrenaline, the hum of fax machines, the sound of televisions and phones and the scrambling of feet.

Despite all that, I miss my family. In more ways than I can articulate.

This past year's been extraordinary in every sense of the word. My sincerest hope is that the next brings us closer to unity. To peace. To regaining what we've lost. To moving on.

The next time my level of sleep deprivation is this obvious, all of you have my permission to knock me out cold.
sweater thinking
Oct. 24th, 2005 @ 11:43 pm If you absolutely have to tread on me, at least take off your shoes.
how ya doin'?: draineddrained
I always forget how much Gabe Tillman likes me.

I'm a little disconcerted by how much Gabe Tillman likes me.

I mean, I guess I shouldn't be. It'll pay off significantly in a couple of months.

The bill passed. Finally. It's kind of like a bag of popcorn that's been in the microwave too long. It's edible, but the House smells of something burnt.

For the first time in my life, running towards California is more attractive than running away from it.

I'm not resisting. I've learned my lesson.
stuck in a moment you can't get out of
Oct. 18th, 2005 @ 01:32 am (no subject)
how ya doin'?: numbnumb

Apparently it's my turn to spend the night throwing up.

Main Entry: 1fam·i·ly
Pronunciation: 'fam-lE, 'fa-m&-
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural -lies
Etymology: Middle English familie, from Latin familia household (including servants as well as kin of the householder), from famulus servant

3 a : a group of people united by certain convictions or a common affiliation : FELLOWSHIP b : the staff of a high official (as the President)

4 : a group of things related by common characteristics: as a : a closely related series of elements or chemical compounds

5 b : spouse and children

7 : a set of curves or surfaces whose equations differ only in parameters

the dark side
Oct. 16th, 2005 @ 12:14 am (no subject)
Right. This isn't awkward or anything.

Back in what feels like a lifetime ago, we managed to score a box to the U2 concert on Wednesday. Several of you had expressed interest in going.

I get the feeling plans have changed.

If you're still interested in going, drop me an email.

still haven't found what I'm looking for
Oct. 14th, 2005 @ 01:35 am (no subject)
how ya doin'?: annoyedannoyed
[flocked to Amy, Andy, Carol, Cathy, CJ, Danny, Donna, Elaine, Josh, and Toby]

A significant portion of the universe needs to get a serious grip.

Is it too much to ask to let us be happy for more than two seconds?

half the world is crazy
Sep. 18th, 2005 @ 01:56 pm (no subject)


sweater thinking
Sep. 15th, 2005 @ 03:05 am (no subject)
how ya doin'?: pensiveignited

Six weeks of nothing, and I was starting to think I'd lost it.

No, I haven't lost it. It was just unwittingly dropped in my lap.

It's a thought I've had before, but it felt like treason.

Not anymore. Not when people are dying.

If she agrees, it's a done deal.

the dark side
Sep. 13th, 2005 @ 12:37 pm (no subject)
how ya doin'?: cynicalcynical
I'm listening to:: "Streets of Philadelphia" -- Bruce Springsteen

The girl at Starbucks handed me my change this morning, and for the first time, I got a look at the face of the new nickel.

It's still Jefferson, but he's -- changed. Renewed. Different. Stronger.

Makes perfect sense.

blue glasses