Archive for November, 2006

November 20th, 2006

NaNoWriMo: blogging substitute

nanowrimoBecause blogging may or may not be possible in the coming weeks–and because, frankly, I need a break from politics and its related activities–I’ve found a new timeconsuming task to keep me glued to the computer. November, if you were unaware, is National Novel Writing Month. The idea is to write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November. Now, I had an election to lose for the first week or so of the month, so I started at a severe disadvantage. But today I’m happy to announce that I have passed the halfway point, and feel good about my chances to finish the whole thing, even if I should find myself somehow gainfully employed again before the month’s end. You can track my progress on that fancy icon over to the left.

The book is entitled After the Service. It is a mystery. You can read an excerpt and more closely follow my progress here. If you are intrigued, fear not! I am pleased enough with how it is progressing that I plan to make it available eventually, in one form or another, for you to read if you should so desire. I don’t know when exactly, but don’t count on giving any hardcover copies as Christmas gifts.

Hikecast #2 - Watson Lakes and Anderson Butte

Alas, I was unable to hike as much as I would have liked this summer–a campaign devours your weekends like a ravenous beast–but I did hike more than it appeared that I did. I have simply neglected to upload this particular hikecast for the last four months. Enjoy! I know I did.

I’m back! Kind of. Maybe.

Well, I’m back. In a way. Tommorow is my first official day of unemployment after finishing up work for the vestiges of the McGavick campaign on Friday. I’ve got some solid leads and am not freaking out about my current state (yet), but the more options, the better–if you know someone who’d like to hire a guy who just finished running a highly acclaimed Senate campaign website, have them drop me a line.

Now, because I don’t know what I’m doing next, I can’t very well commit to my former level of scintillating commentary and sardonic wit. I may end up working for some form of The Man again, who will feel compelled to Keep Me Down, lest my intemperate blogging bring shame upon The Man, or worse, betray some Deep Dark Secret. I’ll be posting here from time, and hope to eventually work my way up to regular blogging again, should that be possible. In the meantime, though, I’ve got plenty to keep me busy. Aside from desperately, tearfully searching for anything remotely resembling job, I mean.

November 8th, 2006

I’ll Go With “Phlegmatic.”

I spent last night at the McGavick-Reichert election night party in Bellevue. It was pretty subdued, especially after the AP called the race for Cantwell at 8 PM. The highlight of my evening was getting myself indirectly referenced in the Times by expressing disbelief at this in Postman’s earshot.

One of the interesting things about my job is that I come into contact with a lot of very conservative, Christian voters on a daily basis. This morning when I came into work, I was accosted by several who expressed their fears that last night’s election results would result in sweeping liberal reforms and a national moral crisis.

Never fear, Republican voter. The ghost of James Madison will protect you. The fact that the evil party has the House does not mean that Nancy Pelosi has the power to send her flying monkeys out at will. Rather, this means gridlock all the way for the next two years. A Democrat House, a Republican President, and a virtually-tied Senate (regardless of which way Virginia and Montana go) can’t do anything but piddle, twiddle and resolve.

So right now my reaction to last night’s election is a resounding “meh.” It would have been nice to retain the Republican majority. It would have been REALLY nice to see McGavick in the Senate (and not just because Tim works for him, but because I do think he could have gotten some things done). But the upshot of all this is that little will change. And in two years, we do it all again. We’ve had a hundred and nine Congresses before. Some better and some worse than this one. And we’ve survived them all.