Dazed. Not Hurt But Confused


I’ve been reset.

Still processing the events of November 4, 2008.

I believe Obama was the best choice for this country at this time in history.

I remember that, first and foremost, he is a politician. no matter how well intentioned, everything implied with the word ‘politics’ is in play.

Yet I can not stop thinking: this time, the president looks like me. I-I’m going to have to re-crop my cynically tempered world view. You can imagine how confusing this has been.

It’s something I never figured would happen in my lifetime. My parents saw the tail end of the worst of how the USA can treat those it deems second class citizens. I got maybe a third of that treatment growing up. But now. Now I truly believe that anyone can be the president.

Having said that, despite the previous 8 years with the soon to be ex-President, the scrutiny of your coming tenure will be unimaginable, President-elect Barack Obama. Being first is not always the most glamorous place. If you live up to being the man I saw campaigning over the last year then things will be fine.*

Expectant hopeful eyes are on you.



A Solar Cycle Meets another End, Beginning


If I’m not found peering up from an empty pint of the cheapest beer in this land by 9:30 PM CDT, I’ve gotten too old for This World and should be shoved onto the nearest canoe and pushed into the deep blue sea.

The beer peering, of course, will be after I drinks enough shots to fell a moderate sized elephant.