slowpoke
What I wrote to a friend I made at the HQ:
This campaign brought out the best in the country. It will result in so many positive things for our community. Friendships that will last and interweave so many of the smaller communities that blend together to make up our larger city community. I am glad that you like the picture. I love it too. Your face is so happy, and it just really captures the spirit of the headquarters that night as you came in with your celebratory pies. I heard on the news today that Barack Obama had a piece of sweet potato pie before he went to bed on election night. I loved that I, too had eaten his favorite pie. So many great things to reflect on about this moment in history.I am glad to have been a part of it with you and with all of the people down at the headquarters, and then, later in the evening, to have been part of it with the whole world as people hugged strangers of all ages in the streets and shouted, “We did it!”, and young twenty-something kids sang The National Anthem out on Valencia Street where I found myself hours later. I pray that we carry this energy, this momentum, and this formidable community that we have formed with us as we support Barack Obama in what is sure to be a challenging presidency.
For now, I cannot tear myself away from the news. Newspapers, radio, television, internet, blogs. I cannot stop reading and reading and looking at pictures of what we did as a nation. What Barack Obama empowered us to do together. We changed the world.
“I woke up this morning, my throat dry from singing and yelling in the streets last night. I woke up with an unbridled joy, and though I’d only fallen asleep five hours earlier, I was more awake than I’ve felt in a long time. My first urge was to run back to the street, to continue dancing with strangers, hugging the person closest to me. My second urge was to try and put words to the emotions of last night, to the unbelievable presence of pride in my country and fellow citizens -– something I haven’t felt strongly in quite some time — for choosing to hope and not to fear.
In his Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech, Martin Luther King Jr. described the wordlessness I felt this morning, and still feel now: “Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.
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It was a beautiful, heavenly, unforgettable night, as a city, and a nation, became a community – in love with life, each other, and the possibility of tomorrow. And today is that tomorrow, the “new dawn” that we will all help President Obama to create.”
Kaitlin Barker, Sojourners.One More Day - Les Misbarack
A funny spoof video featuring Obama campaign staffers singing “One Day More” from the musical Les Miserables.
This is freaking EPIC!
Katie Couric would make a far superior vice-president, and that was obvious when she was being interviewed. Palin went to college so that she could become a TV anchor. That was her goal and her dream. I cannot imagine being Hillary Clinton and watching this person rise up and get so close to something that she has fought for and studied for and committed herself to her entire life.
Sarah Palin was obviously a poorly made strategic choice for the McCain campaign, and it shows that they absolutely do not put “country first” because, should he be elected, he is the most likely one in all of presidential history to necessitate the Vice President stepping in. The thought of her in power is insulting to the American people, but then again they like meanness, so I guess they’re cool with that insult.
Last night we walked and walked in the city, breathing the clean night air, people moving all around us. It was a very alive night to be out. We walked down and watched some of the Alabama v. Georgia game through the window of Danny Coyles as we stood on the sidewalk. We found ourselves standing on the sidewalk a few times last night, not having any specific destination, but just wanting to be outside.
We didn’t eat dinner till very late because we didn’t want to go inside. We stumbled upon WFC on Market Street, and they had their door open and there was a seafood counter and we had crab Louie salads and pinot gris and oysters. It was such a great night. When we got home, we still walked up and down Page street several times, up and down, just to keep strolling in the dark.
Saturday in the Coffee
I have been into the coffee today. Too much of it and riding around on my bike in the beautiful San Francisco September Summer. Saw Nina at Dolores Park and Eric and some live music and watched dogs run around .
Going back out for more. Just had to put on some jeans. It’s the golden time for us here in San Francisco. And none of it’s syrupy goodness can be wasted.
Wolf Education Research Center
It is interesting to me that the McCain team spin is that McCain was the dominant fighter, when he took one of the most submissive physical postures an animal can take towards another.