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Feb. 5th, 2008 08:14 pmVoted. The polling place (the community room of my building, I didn't even have to put on a jacket) was strangely empty, no line, more poll workers than voters. It was about 10am, a very light rain falling. I'm listening to the NPR news reporting, and apparently the business of the night makes reporters a little punchy - it's getting kind of funny.
I've noticed something strange, and while I think it might be an improvement, I'm not sure I understand how it came about. When I was growing up, asking someone who they voted for was akin to asking them how much money they made, it just wasn't done, same with announcing who you voted for. Now, people are quite open their voting choices. I'm fairly neutral about it, while I don't discuss my own choices, anything that encourages dialog can't be all bad.
I pick Mom up from Penn Station tomorrow, and she'll leave next Thursday or Friday. Since we're budgeting for a new car, it's going to be a fairly easy going visit, not a lot of jumping about, like last years trip to afternoon tea at the Waldorf Astoria, which I am sad to say I can't recommend - some nice teas, but very poor service and ancient scones.
I've been thinking about an old entry
matociquala wrote about reactions to her books, people finding weight in them, spurs to deeper consideration that she'd not thought were there. In her mind, she was writing "solid little adventure novels", while her readers seemed to be finding something much deeper. It led me to an interesting idea - the mind of the creator and the mind of the audience are like gears, the 'teeth' are in different places, and must be, else there won't be a mesh. Therefore, the audience may find the teeth of their mental gears snagging on things the creator doesn't.
It feels like there's a very large piece of mental work there, but I don't seem to be able to articulate it.
As an aside, but a very important one,
matociquala's books are fantastic. I picked up Blood and Iron because my eyes snagged on the cover (NYC Main Library), and began collecting everything. Absolutely wonderful.
I've noticed something strange, and while I think it might be an improvement, I'm not sure I understand how it came about. When I was growing up, asking someone who they voted for was akin to asking them how much money they made, it just wasn't done, same with announcing who you voted for. Now, people are quite open their voting choices. I'm fairly neutral about it, while I don't discuss my own choices, anything that encourages dialog can't be all bad.
I pick Mom up from Penn Station tomorrow, and she'll leave next Thursday or Friday. Since we're budgeting for a new car, it's going to be a fairly easy going visit, not a lot of jumping about, like last years trip to afternoon tea at the Waldorf Astoria, which I am sad to say I can't recommend - some nice teas, but very poor service and ancient scones.
I've been thinking about an old entry
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It feels like there's a very large piece of mental work there, but I don't seem to be able to articulate it.
As an aside, but a very important one,
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