Sunday, October 26, 2008

The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once

October is a funny month. I wonder what happened to September and find myself at the end of October terrified that another year is passing and I cannot recall exactly where the time went. I suppose saying something like "where did the time go" is somewhat redundant in the general sense because it's not going anywhere it hasn't been before. I can't help but feel this overwhelming sense of running out of time. Not my life, or my possibility, but just time wasted and experiences lost in the midst of it. I keep telling myself I'll be more productive and use my time wisely and "starting tomorrow" bla bla bla. 
I guess I will start tomorrow. I have no other option, really. 

I have also decided to stop drinking and smoking. I can't handle it anymore. I was thinking about it and realized that I had drank every day for the last... while. I have been waking up sickly and not being able to leave my bed for the majority of the day, that is, until I go out again. I feel like I have only seen this city at night for the last couple of months and by city i mean the likeness of a bar or bottle. 
I guess in a sense time is running out. It's starting to get cold in New York and any day I could spend enjoying Fall I am sitting in my room. 
This too will change starting tomorrow. 

Maybe Sundays are lonely. 
It's Monday in ten minutes. 

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Oh, The People You'll meet.


I spent the weekend in Charlottesville, Virginia with the intent of helping the Obama campaign and hopefully registering people to vote. I would not consider myself to be naive in my knowledge of popular opinion in the greater United States, but I must admit that I was rather shocked at the response we Obamians received at the hands of McCain-Palin supporters. 
This political game is far from over but in its last few minutes.  I must apologize for my sports metaphor. Perhaps it's inspired by the University of Virginia's MASSIVE football game which happened on Saturday in which people gathered in the parking lot, tailgating and conversing about various pressing issues. 
In wandering around passing out Obama stickers and asking people if they were registered to vote, we were greeted with both praise for helping the cause as well as with vomit sounds, shouting and, my personal favorite, "Palin Power!!". 
It would be ignorant to believe that people would say anything but "politics?? on game night??" (which they did), but I suppose I was under the impression that politics was something to be debated and considered from different angles, only to find people supporting ideas which they backed with little to no information. None of these supporters could say why they supported any of the candidates. None of them had any passion beyond superficiality. But it was alright, because the next day we would be going to the streets and hitting neighborhoods with people who would inevitably join our cause. 

Of course the feedback was mixed. But I came to the realization that there is a more important issue at hand. People are, of course, losing homes (though not just because of our economic crisis, we must remember that these losses were occurring prior in certain middle to low income brackets) and fighting wars on the street which are incomparable to the current political game being played. Politicians are still not talking to these people. No one is addressing the conflicts that so many Americans face on a daily basis, whether is be violence, crime, drugs, poverty, homelessness, etc. How can these people be active in an election that speaks a different language? This is not to say that people are unable to be interested, but it is more so a commentary and question about how they are expected to feel a part of a greater goal that does not pertain to majority of their lives. 

All in all, my friend and I were successful in registering people to vote. We also left with an enriching and exciting experience. 

I would call it a success on many levels.
Next stop: Pennsylvania on the weekend before the election. 
Hang on to your hats, folks.