Keyser and I just registered to vote! I did not expect to feel this excited. I've voted before, but only absentee from DC (at a steady 92% democrat! electoral college rocks!), and never for president, so I guess this is bigger. I tried to register a month ago, and the clerk lost my application. The whole registration concept seems in itself to be an disenfranchising force... reading the guidelines is confusing, I never have a utility bill on me when I run into folks registering voters on the street, and you still need an ID. So it serves the same purpose as states which make you bring a drivers license to your polling place, no? I'm sure there are well thought out reasons that this registration system makes more sense than, say, dipping our thumbs in ink, but all the red tape makes me long a little for that fledgling democracy authenticity.
Ed Roberson and I are terrified of each other. One day I may look back on this and find it adorable, but right now it's a major stumbling block in the thesis process. I also feel like a jerk who goes to his readings only to corner him about setting meetings. Whatever, that's not true, his poetry is incredible and I love watching him read it. Grow a backbone. Grow one without all the alcohol it takes to face him at Columbia College.
It's funny being a senior and finding these readings that come up a million times over the course of college. Just this week I read Aristotle's Poetics for the third time and Orwell's Politics and the English Language for at least the fifth. You know, they're both pretty good...
Saturday, October 4, 2008
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