Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Baracking in the free world


In an effort to make a difference, I decided to help other people make a difference. I volunteered at a phone bank for the Obama-Biden campaign for change. I had a room to myself in what appeared to be a former salon, a list of names of undecided voters in PA, and a script. Probably 75% of the numbers had been disconnected (as probably had their owners' bodies with their souls, since the list said many were 85+), but the cases where they weren't were... interesting. One lady refused to tell me who she was voting for, so I said "as long as you voted with your heart, that's all that matters." Another woman suspiciously asked "....whyyyy??" after everything I said, even if it wasn't a question. A guy whose age was listed as 55 said he was voting Obama, and so was his wife, and they were trying to "talk sense" to their son. And unfortunately we weren't supposed to leave messages with people who weren't home, so a "captive audience" thing was out of the question. I was also disappointed that I didn't get the opportunity to get to speak with a die-hard McCainer. I'm certain I would have been able to change their minds. But I guess it's a good sign I didn't get anybody like that. One 83-year-old woman, the second I said I was calling on behalf of Barack Obama, said triumphantly, "I voted absentee already. For HIM!" I thanked her, then skipped the next step on the script and didn't ask if she'd like to volunteer- I got the feeling that if she was able to, she was already doing it.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Paperback Writer


I'm in a book! Look for my essay on conquering a fear in 30 Things to Do When You Turn 30. It does not have anything to do with my ocean phobia, or my unwillingness to touch chalk.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

You ask, I answer!

Kathy G. writes,
" I'd like to hear more about the mouse in the airport!"
And I'd like to tell her!
On Friday, Kevin and I were on our way to Denver, CO. The Delta terminal at JFK is super tiny, so there were no seats and we had to sit on the floor. We'd been sitting for about five minutes when I saw a flash of gray out of the corner of my eye (and over the top of my Time Out New York). I looked up and saw nothing, so I thought it had been somebody's pant leg, or a ball of dust, or a silver faerie. Seconds later, K looked where I had been looking, and at the same time we saw a tiny mouse dart out of and back into a hole at the bottom of the podium near where we were sitting. He seemed to want to go somewhere (probably not Denver, though we would have been happy to take him), but couldn't quite work up the courage. So he kept venturing a few feet away from the hole, then hauling ass back once he got a look at all those big, scary people and their feet.
A cleaning lady saw me taking pictures of the hole, and came over and looked at me quizzically. At first I just stared at her with a guilty smile, but after I few seconds I explained that there was a mouse under the podium- but he's super cute so please don't hurt him! She struck me as the type who would name him, then wait around during the night shift to feed him pastry crumbs. As it was, K kept tossing him bits of Odwalla bar, and she seemed to think that was fine. Then we got on the plane and with the mouse we parted ways forever.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Random, lovely, new


I've been away! I know! I'm sorry!
It's been a strange fall, but not without newness. Some recent highlights:
I rode in a Hybrid!
I played with a mouse in an airport!
I went to Denver!
I sight-read a Bach cantata!
I started editing a video about pizza!
I kidnapped someone to a day spa!
Walked over the FDR!
There will be more things, and some of them might have pictures.
Happy mid-October!