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thedeadparrot ([personal profile] thedeadparrot) wrote2016-11-08 09:20 pm

election night

Well, I've cared a lot about politics for a long time. I voted today for the (I hope) the first female president of the United States.

I wanted to write something warm and awesome and uplifting, reflecting back on the many presidential elections I've lived through, the ups and downs that I've felt.

But mostly, this is the part of the night with a lot of misery and panicking and crying. So. I might just go to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning to whatever fate awaits me.

See you on the other side?

Unless I can't sleep, of course.
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[personal profile] jjhunter 2016-11-09 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
...basically exactly how I'm doing right now myself, albeit I early voted two weeks ago.

If you find yourself unable to sleep and in need of distraction, I found this David Foster Wallace article from 2000 to be excellent and weirdly topical to this current election and media coverage thereof: The Weasel, Twelve Monkeys And The Shrub: Seven Days In The Life Of The Late, Great John McCain
Monday afternoon, the first and only F&F in Michigan, is also Rolling Stone’s introduction to the Cellular Waltz, one of the most striking natural formations of the Trail. There’s a huge empty lobbylike space you have to pass through to get from the Riverfront’s side doors back to the area where the F&F and bathrooms are. It takes a long time to traverse this space, a hundred yards of nothing but flagstone walls and plaques with the sad pretentious names of the Riverfront’s banquet/conference rooms—the Oak Room, the Windsor Room—but on return from the OTS now out here are also half a dozen different members of the F&F Room’s press, each 50 feet away from any of the others, for privacy, and all walking in idle counterclockwise circles with a cell phone to their ear. These little orbits are the Cellular Waltz, which is probably the digital equivalent of doodling or picking at yourself as you talk on a regular landline. There’s something oddly lovely about the Waltz’s different circles here, which are of various diameters and stride-lengths and rates of rotation but are all identically counterclockwise and telephonic. We three slow down a bit to watch; you couldn’t not. From above—if there were a mezzanine, say—the Waltzes would look like the cogs of some strange diffuse machine. Frank C. says he can tell by their faces something’s up. Jim C., who’s got his elderberry in one hand and cough syrup in the other, says what’s interesting is that media south of the equator do the exact same Cellular Waltz, but that down there the circles are reversed.
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[personal profile] jjhunter 2016-11-09 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it to parkour tonight, given that I still have to press my outfits + finish packing in prep for early am flight Thursday for work conference. Am leaning toward likely not; I'm not particularly coordinated when I'm this tired. I will be at this next Monday night parkour, at least! since I have it off from my oil painting class.

...goddamnit, I'm going to be so fried at work later today. 2:20am and I'm still awake. noooooooooooo.