Went over to The Knitter's and she made Beccarah and I some food. It was tasty and delicious and a nice evening overall. They're good cats. We laugh a lot together, and I think they're both smart and witty and certainly on my wavelength.
We talked a lot about politics. It seems to be all I can talk about lately, and I have a feeling things are going to continue on this fervent pace for awhile, up until election time. We're trying to find a place where we can watch the results come in live on November 2. As ex-pats, we feel this election is really the make-or-break decision as to whether or not we can face returning to the Homeland. I'll have a really difficult time returning to American soil if Bush's cronies are the ones who own it.
Anyway, for the election day, we figure we'll meet up around midnight and just watch through 'til morning. If I remember correctly, the tallying went up until late night in '96 (was in France during 2000), so with the six-hour time difference, we're gonna have to pull an all-nighter that will bleed through to an all-morninger. That's gonna be tricky 'cause the moms is going to be here at that point, so she might just have to deal with a grumpy daughter who needs a nap mid-day.
My new scheme is to start hanging out with more right-wingers. I just don't get their views on the issues, and I'm serious when I say I want to understand. Yet, I haven't met a single Republican who actually wants to talk about the issues. It's a strange phenomenon. Maybe it's just the few I've met (aka my parents, grandparents, extended family, and a few peers or collegues). They either respond with, "Well, I don't really follow politics." or "I don't like to talk about politics." But shit, this election really matters and I just want to know why they support Bush. I want some factual reasons besides "Well, Kerry's a flip-flopper." Watch enough Fox News and you'll believe everything they say.
I don't know. Maybe I just want to know so that I won't feel like our country is truly in the shitter if Bush gets re-elected. I want to know what that one little glimmer of hope might be. I figure they have to have SOME reason why they're supporting him. What in God's name could it possibly be?
Bah.
Meanwhile, I did the research for the article I'm writing today. I interviewed a couple of people and feel really good about it. I think I'll write it up tomorrow, revise on Monday, and send it in. I'm going back next week to take pics when all the people will be there.
My interviewing today made me realize that I need to have some business cards. People have asked for them. I'm lame, but I was completely taken by surprise. I guess business cards are the kind of thing journalist-y types give out. Seems odd to call them business cards, no? I want to call them writer cards, or contact cards, or creative mastermind cards. I certainly know nothing about business.
I took a taxi back from The Knitter's today, and I felt a little bad about it because the guy only drove me a couple of blocks. Most times I come back from her place, I walk it. But tonight I just had a creepy feeling and didn't want to walk home, alone, at three in the morning. The taxi driver reluctantly said "Ok" when I mentioned my destination. When I started apologizing he said, "No, you did the right thing. You have to follow your intuition." It was said in such a pleasant tone that I knew he meant it, and he indicated and understood the further importance of his role as my savior from the evils of poorly-lit Parisian streets. We had a pleasant conversation back to my place, and I almost wanted to invite him up for coffee or something. I don't think The Boy would have appreciated it, but he was a really nice guy. I felt wrong just leaving him with a tip and a "Merci!" but what else can you do?
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