Hiatus

After several months of silence, I feel that I finally have something meaningful (completely up-to-you) to say. It’s taken a strange combination of teaching a population comprised mostly of undocumented immigrants, an inebriated conversation with a conservative consultant at a karaoke bar, my purchasing a skateboard, canvassing in Virginia and the steadfast approach of winter for me to realize that we, as a nation, are completely screwed if we don’t win this election.

1) Back to School

October is coming to an end and I feel like I am burnt out. But that doesn’t compare to the fact that my school is contemplating a switch to a year-round calendar, the students have no desire to take part in my activities, and I have no energy to wake up in a timely fashion for me to make it to work un-tardily. I spend all my free time working on something, and I have no desire to change anything, because I love every minute of it.

2) That Tramp at Millie & Al’s

purple rain, purple raiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.

I thought I was being slick inserting myself into a conversation she was having about universal health-care (foolishly assuming that she, like most attractive women at Karaoke, favors it). It turns out that she is not in favor of it for any pertinent, sound, or meaningful ideological reasons, but rather, because, “she doesn’t want to pay for healthcare for illegal immigrants.” Really? Can you understand the plight of an undocumented worker any less? Do you really think that someone who’s terrified of being deported is going to seek social services from the government? And then I sang “Purple Rain”.

3) Quarter-Life Crisis/Maverick-y Actions

one day

I bought a skateboard at a skateboard boutique on Friday. I didn’t even know they had those. But they do, and they are full of the chic-est goods that one can find in an up-and-coming gentrified neighborhood. Nevertheless, I was extremely proud of my purchase, so much so that I ventured into a tertiary street to practice skating, when I promptly fell on my ass several times. But, it’s a nice mode of transportation, assuming that I can learn how to maintain my balance and stop bruising myself. Hey, at least I’m doing my part to stimulate the economy.

4) The Swing State Experience

During my canvassing, I realized several things. First, people in suburbia have a completely different way-of-life. I had forgotten this in my adventures in the big city. Also, the vast majority of people will not answer their door when a 6′3″ Black stranger knocks, unless they themselves are black, their boyfriend is a black male with dreadlocks, or they are already voting for Obama. Finally, the demographic information on the forms is remarkably deceiving. Let’s have an experiment (I have changed names to protect the innocent). You are walking up to the door of Jane Doe, 22 F. Imagine what she looks like…WRONG! She’s 5 feet tall, 250 pounds, and wearing a tank top that shows far too much for her to be opening the door.  Personally, I blame the liberal media for biasing our opinions.

5) The Weather Outside Is Frightful

nothing beats it.

I lost/misplaced/had my jacket stolen. It’s too cold out, and my bundling is taking a toll on my skateboarding mobility. But besides that misfortune, there’s nothing better than Autumn in DC.