A ticket to history?

'Twas the night before Inauguration, and all through D.C,
Not a staffer was stirring, despite the debris;

Our purple tickets were shoved in our pockets with glee,
In hopes that Obama would soon have the key;

The unemployed were sprawled snug on the floor,
While visions of E-day started to soar;

And Katie in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a brief winter's nap;

When out in the hall there arose such a bluster,
I staggered from my bed with all I could muster;

Away to the capitol we trudged in the dark,
No matter the hour it was time to embark;

The crush of the crowds despite the cold winter chill,
Gave us all a historical thrill;

When, what to my wandering feet should appear,
But a huge sea of dems and a looooooong tunnel quite near;

With a line of ticket holders, stretched back a click.
I knew in a moment this wouldn't be quick;

More slowly than sludge that line did move,
And we wrapped up in blankets and thought of ways to improve.

"Mmm, coffee! Mmm, warmth! Mmm beds and breakfast!
Oh, movement! Oh, bama! No cutting right past!

To the Starbucks! To the front of the line!
Now push forward! Push forward! Push forward you swine!"

As the dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the purple gate we pushed at half noon,
All with our tickets in hand, a giant platoon.

And then, in a panic, I heard a word like death,
While pushing and struggling for each little breath;

The purple gate was closed, some were turning around,
We moved toward the gate with weary frowns;

We were dressed in dirty blankets, from our heads to our feet,
And our spirits were tarnished with cold and defeat;

A wave of unrest rippled over the crowd,
"Selling purple tickets for cheap!" they hollered aloud.

His eyes - how they must have twinkled! His smile how sparkly, I hear.
His flag pin surely gleamed, his speech may have inspired, even from way in the rear.

Our little group scattered like dandelion spores,
And we gave up on the purple ticket wars;

With tiny radios we broadcast the speech,
And all gathered around to hear it complete;

He stood but a few feet away,
and despite our disappointment we still wouldn't stray;

He was dignified, his manner refined, at home with himself,
And I smiled when I heard him, in spite of myself;

A wave of his hand and a nod of his head,
Now I knew I had nothing to dread;

At the end of the speech we looked around,
And were filled with happiness, despite problems profound;

Pulling our jackets tight against the wind,
We were finally free of the crowds in which we'd been pinned;

We raced back to our beds, to turn on our TVs,
Not wanting to miss the cable banshees,

And I heard him proclaim, through the media review
"All this we can do, and all this we will do!"

The End (thank God)

A recap

Now that it's been two months (two whole months! I'm really slacking here) since the inauguration of the Obamessiah I suppose it's time to finally post something about that... memorable experience.

So here's a timeline of my journey with the President:
October 19 - Depart California for Colorado. Drive 15 hours straight. Give up and spend the night in beautiful Las Vegas, New Mexico.
October 20 - Arrive in Pueblo.
November 4 - Single-handedly win election.
November 5-12 - Loiter around in Colorado, feel lost and directionless.
November 13-14 - Return to California. Don't even attempt to make it in one day. If I had any money left, I might consider sightseeing a bit. But I don't. Spend the night in beautiful Utah. Become angry that you can't buy alcohol in Utah. Or corkscrews. Eventually arrive in California.
November 14-November 27 - Aimless existence back home, punctuated mostly by commiserating with people from Pueblo about how awesome our lives used to be and are no longer
November 28 - Stop pretending like I have a desire to do anything other than relive the glory days. Spend all my money on a plane ticket (as I tend to do). Depart for Washington, D.C., for reunion, Jim Martin style.
December 2 - Lose miserably to Saxby Chambliss. Witness an authentic concession speech, like only a southern democrat can deliver.
December 3-17 - Loiter around in D.C. and New York. Unemployed life sure is hard.
January 16 - After returning home for the holidays, I return to D.C. to see the fruits of my labor first hand. It is 8 degrees when I land. Discover that 8 degrees is really, really, really cold.

That brings us up to date! Stay tuned for the thrilling finale!

Where was I?

Ah, yes. So I was in Colorado. Here is a photo of our office that I borrowed from TheFacebook. In fact, all of these photos were borrowed. So, um, thanks anonymous photographers.

Here we have beautiful Union Depot. It's a very democratic town.

The line to see the Obamessiah the weekend before E-day.

Not long after reluctantly returning to the west coast, I decided to rejoin Team Pueblo on their newest adventure - Operation Martin for Senate Runoff Election Edition! (photographic record: obliterated. I don't want to talk about it.) Our days were spent canvassing (although I happen to know that certain other volunteers spent the time they should have been canvassing out at local soul food breakfast buffet Big Daddy's) and eating at Chick-Fil-A and our nights were spent with a very charitable but also very strange local volunteer. Our lovely stay in beautiful Jonesboro, Georgia, faced only a minor setback when it became quite clear that we didn't actually even come close to winning. Some political analysts tried to use this crushing defeat as an example of the inefficacy of the Obama for America model of community mobilization.

From our pers- pective, though, it was a long shot from the beginning. Georgia is a very red state and it's hard to compete with Sarah Palin riling up the base about the dangers of giving Obama a "blank check". Plus, poor Jim had barely any cash. Look at how tiny his bus was. You can't credibly RV for Change in something that size.

Plus, this is the kind of excitement Jim Martin inspired every- where he went.





The trip was far from a bust, though, especially considering the amount of BBQ we managed to eat on the drive back to D.C. Then (after stopping there for a few days to catch my breath) I headed up to New York to visit my long lost Kate for her birthday. Good times were had, but sadly, yes, the photos are gone. Sigh.

Epic Fail

So I was planning a really great entry for today. I was going to tell you all about my time in Colorado and it was going to be really great because I was going to illustrate it with some of the hundreds of photos I took while I was there. I was going to show you the office(s) where I spent 20 hours a day, the people who I met, the cookies that I ate. I had pictures of Joe Biden and Barack Obama and the beautiful Pueblo scenery. Amazing, once-in-a-lifetime memories. Pictures from election night, pictures of a place and people I'll probably never see again, pictures that for some reason I didn't copy onto my computer back in November.

Unfortunately, I have lost the memory card with those precious photos on it, probably forever, and I've been so distraught about that that I haven't had the time or the energy to write that post and have instead been spending my time unpacking and repacking my possessions, in the desperate hope that one of these times that little thumbnail of plastic containing some of my most precious memories will fall from the folds of one of my 10 t-shirts or 3 pairs of pants. I really don't have that many possessions and lately it's become much more difficult to delude myself into believing that if I just look in my suitcase one more time I will find something I've overlooked the last 5 or 6 times.

No, it's now become abundantly clear that my pictures are gone forever. And I. Am. Not. Happy.

New Year's Resolutions

2009. A new year. A new opportunity to make myself a better person, to find new adventures, to plumb as-yet-unknown depths of profound poverty. I don't usually go in for all of that New Year's resolutions business. Do we all really need more excuses to feel badly about ourselves? For example, this year I resolved to blog at least once per week. And here we are, halfway through February, and I'm just getting around to my first post of the new year. This is exactly why I don't believe in resolutions. Who needs that kind of pressure?

And why haven't I managed to write anything in over two months? It must be my busy schedule. It takes true dedication to watch 17 hours of House every day. Throw in a few trips to the refrigerator and it's amazing I still find time to squeeze in a few episodes of Law and Order and the occasional shower.

But seriously. What have I been doing with my life? Stay tuned in the coming days (I promise!) and I'll fill you in, complete with the photographic record. Exciting!

Way down in Dixie

Well, here I am on the eve of my second election day in as many months - exciting stuff! We arrived at 5 a.m. Saturday morning after driving all night from D.C. and, after a quick nap, got right to work canvassing. Since then it's been intense canvassing and phone calls pretty much nonstop, but this campaign is obviously much smaller than Obama's (obviously). There are far fewer volunteers and everything is much more disorganized with much more of a "figure it out yourself" attitude. On the one hand, the greater freedom is kind of nice, but it's also easy to see how less disciplined campaigns don't generally work as well.

That said, we are doing VERY well for a senate race, especially for the campiagn of what was supposed to be a long-shot democrat, and are really closing the gap down here, at least as far as we're concerned.

I have to run now, but I just thought I'd write a quick note to let y'all know where I am and what we've been doing before the actual election :)

E-DAY

It's finally election day! The time has just FLOWN by and I can't believe we're really ready to do this. Today I am the "roving Field Organizer" which means I am basically the boss since my boss is sequestered in an undisclosed location (this is all part of the community empowerment).

I got plenty of sleep last nights - tons actually compared to what I'm used to these days. But I did get called a communist by the people hanging outside of the bar next door on my way home. So I don't really know what the day will hold.

Things definitely have the potential to get crazy today. The republicans don't have anywhere near our manpower, but they do have nasty tricks. Last night we found out that the republicans got a hold of our list of poll watchers and called them all last night telling them their services weren't needed today. And these are the people who are trying to ensure a fair election.

I'll probably be somewhat behind in my election news today, although we are trying to listen on the radio. Feel free to give me a call if something amazing/terrible happens. Love you all, see you on the other side.