Monthly Archives: November 2004

Dare to hope

The people at MoveOn and ACT have done a good job of being upbeat, to which I say, good lord, that’s some courage! Karl Rove is rubbing his poisoned hands together and chuckling in the corner, but this from the MoveOn team gave me a tiny shot of hope.

“And there’s a historical precedent for believing this is a beginning, not an end. In 1972, Richard Nixon ran against George McGovern, a progressive populist with a great message about stopping the Vietnam War. McGovern lost in a landslide, winning literally only one state even though the Watergate scandal was swirling around Nixon. But a year and a half later, Nixon resigned; two years later, reformist Democrats won back control of both legislative chambers.”

The problem with hope is that it is clearly insufficient. Writing 244 letters and making a handful of GOTV phone calls is clearly insufficient. I think we have to change how we talk about this stuff. We can’t just be pissed at the people who voted for Bush; we have to understand better why and find some common ground with them. I’m not sure there’s all that much more vote to get out.


Still in it.

The Downside

The downside of having our own little analysis tool is that we’re calling it. The upside is that we’ve switched to watching Dharma & Greg and avoiding dealing with the reality. It’s not that big a deal, tomorrow. Just don’t think about four more years. Think one day at a time. Oh look, Will and Grace is on!

Micromanaging Ohio

Josh and I are micromanaging Ohio. We have a spreadsheet pulling the actual number of votes for each candidate in Ohio from and showing us the spread narrowing or widening moment by moment, as we hit refresh. Half an hour ago, we saw the spread drop from 130,000 to 90,000 in the push of a button. I’m shaking a bit each time I hit refresh but this one was a doozy. Sadly, it crept back up over the next 20 minutes and it’s still showing as a Bush state, with 89% of precints reporting, so it’s hard to maintain hope, but Josh and I are keeping the flame alive. We can’t tell how much of Cleveland is reporting yet and the spread is still close. White knuckles. I’m staying up til Ohio is officially called. And I’m putting quite a dent in a bottle of Australian Shiraz in the meantime. Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep.

Distracting myself with my gorgeous daughter

Here’s Clementine at Halloween.

I got her the train engineer outfit because she was in love with the steam trains in Tilden Park all summer long. Choo choo was one of her favorite words (she talks a lot now, btw) and she loved to go and look at the engines and ride the train. I thought we’d take her up there on Halloween and get a priceless photo of her on the engine in her outfit. Naturally, after being fascinated with them all summer, on Halloween she takes one look at the loud belching, hulking thing and starts to cry. It might have been the stress of lots of scary stuff over the previous couple of days; Clementine is (justifiably in my opinion) terrified of people in masks, and there were plenty of those around.

Anyway, on Halloween we managed to lose her engineer’s hat, which was kind of key to the outfit (otherwise she looked like just a kid in overalls or, if she had the bandana on, maybe a farmer). So at the last mintue we tried to do a makeshift cowgirl get up with the adorable red cowboy boots Elizabeth brought her from Austin. But that was a no go; she would not let us change her clothes. Then Chris remembered the felt bug outfit I had found at the thrift store which could just go over what she was wearing and required few additional accessories. It was never clear what kind of bug it really was, or whether it might have been a spider (counting her arms, of course) but the one comment we got on it from another trickortreater was “Hey, look, that little kid is a cockroach!”