Saturday, September 27, 2008

A Night at the Debate


Like millions of others around the world, I watched the first U.S. presidential debate last night. It made me more upset than ever about the thought of a McCain presidency. Here are some adjectives to describe what I saw:

McCain: sneering, smug, contemptuous, rude, aggressive, sarcastic, lying, mean

Obama: gracious, poised, smart, eloquent, polite, deferring, stern, respectful, righteous, nice

Yes, it matters to me that Obama is nice, because it shows he is someone who can get his point across without attacking his opponent, and he can remain respectful (and on topic) even when someone else is pelting him with lies and unfair attacks. Do I want this in a president, someone who is going to be representing U.S. interests at home and abroad? You betcha!

It is so clear to me, from watching how they handled themselves in the debate, and throughout the last few weeks during the economic crisis, who is better suited to the job of President. But I know how others will see it. McCain being "tough" on foreign policy. Obama being too professorial. Etc. Even as I watched I could feel McCain's pull, could understand what others were no doubt seeing. The older white man - Santa Claus and good old boy and army commander and father figure rolled into one, all the old archetypes, making us feel safe and reassured in an uncertain world. Oh good, there's a white man, a white-haired elder, a patriarch, at the wheel.

But what if we're driving a brand-new car? A car that no one has ever driven before? On a road which has yet to be built?

I see Obama as a new, different kind of leader for this country. And not only because he is young and of mixed race. He is looking outward, at the rest of the world, with eyes that are still clear and open, and untainted by the usual American arrogance. He has an understanding that McCain will never have, because McCain's view of the rest of the world has been indelibly stamped by war experiences. Obama grew up knowing about different kinds of people, different ways of life, by living them. He is part of the world in a way McCain will never be.

It was interesting to note that during the debate, only Obama mentioned the importance of American's standing in the world, how we are seen by others. This seems so basic, so important, and yet someone like McCain doesn't even seem to think there is a problem. I am amazed, coming back from Europe, how insulated people here still are. How truly incurious and myopic they are when it comes to seeing America's place in the rest of the world, or how others see us. How anyone could ever consider voting for someone who could sing "Bomb bomb Iran" and laugh about it, is beyond me. Do we really not care about the rest of the world hating us?

For all his supposed "inexperience," Obama seems to have a much clearer head for foreign policy. He understands that we are not the only country in the world, and just because we want to end the war doesn't mean that we are "losers." McCain is too attached to the idea of winning, too attached to his own bitterness about the way the Vietnam War ended (don't take my word for it - read this month's Atlantic cover story: "Why War Is His Answer") We don't need a war hero in the White House, as cozy and all-American as that might sound. We need someone who is ready to think beyond the narrow walls of the war room, and lead us into the broad, clear daylight.

(I'm tempted at this point to start shouting, We need a new paradigm! but I feel a little silly doing it while alone at my desk...)

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Seven Dwarf Selves of John McCain

Bashful

Sleepy

Clueless (aka Dopey)


Sleepy (again)


Grumpy (aka War Hero)


Condescending (aka Doc)


Martian (aka Happy)


Sneezy (aka Allergic to the Truth)

Full Frontal Absurdity

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A long time ago, in the Prehistoric era, back when I was still in college (when Pell grants still existed), I acted in a student production of Eugene Ionesco's The Bald Soprano (or, if you must be French about it, La Cantatrice Chauve). It was pretty much a play about nothing, with lots of crazy dialogue and absurd situations, involving people standing on chairs and screaming non sequiturs during dinner (in other words, a very accurate picture of my childhood). L'absurdisme, at its finest.

Where is Ionesco now, when we need him most? I can't keep up with the absurdity of the last few days. I mean, things were crazy enough already with the Wall Street mess. But now the absurdity has reached new heights, with John McCain as the head crazy train conductor. Threatening to postpone Friday's debate?? Cancelling Letterman at the last minute, saying he had to go to Washington to "fix the crisis" and then taping an interview with Katie Couric down the street while Letterman is being filmed??

Does he think the media won't pay attention to these things? Does he think everyone is as out of it as he is? Are we really picking on him, or is he setting himself up for ridicule?

I'm sorry McCain, but I have no choice but to put you permanently in the Home for the Hopelessly Absurd - hence my decision to make Tinkerbell your top advisor, and surround you with blinking hearts and cuddly animals as companions. Yep, that's my response to such craziness: make another Blingee!

On another, completely different absurdist note, I hear that Ed McMahon is doing a rap video! Say whaaat?? It's about foreclosures, because - guess what? - his own home is about to be foreclosed. This was the guy who used to introduce Johnny Carson for pete's sake! You'd think he would have had a better pension plan. Honestly you just can't make this stuff up. It actually makes me feel better about my life and its own absurd twists and turns. And hey - if Ed McMahon can have a comeback at age 85 in a genre that wasn't even invented until he was middle-aged, then surely there is hope for my own dead musical career?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A Blog is Born

Guiliani at the RNC

Yep, that's right. Here I am, back in the blogosphere saddle after months of being "out there" in real life actually being a person, and not some semi-fictitious entity on the computer screen. Whew, what a relief to be back in virtuality again. Reality bites, you know what I mean?

I'm home sick today (nasty cold caught from adorable but infectious nephew), and having nothing better to do, I decided to create a new blog (god forbid I should be job-hunting or doing something practical!). I've been thinking about a new blog for a while, but I was stymied because I couldn't think of an appropriate title. Titles are very, very important to me; I literally can't start a project without them, which is why I have yet to write my memoirs (I like "Pearls Before Swine," but I'm afraid it might seem too bitter). A few people had already recommended titles along the lines of "My Mundane Life in Somerville", as a counterpoint to the title to my last blog, My Glamourous Life in Paris, and as you can see, I ended up with a title in this vein. Of course, the title of that blog was a joke - most days, I didn't consider my life in Paris to be very glamourous (unless you consider the smell of human pee romantic). But so many other people (all of whom didn't live in Paris, BTW) insisted on believing that it was, so I just said What the heck, and let the irony stand alongside the belief, and let the chips fall where they may (I have no idea what the last part of that sentence means; I might have a fever).

Anyway, the other thing I did today (oh boy! accomplishments galore!) was create this silly little Blingee thingy which you can see blinking and bopping above. I found out about Blingee through a website called Wonkette.com which is a bit in your face at times, but also very topical and smart. They had a Blingee contest for a Larry King show interview, which I found just hysterically funny, and I wanted to make one myself. Bear in mind that I'm not on Facebook, I don't know how to put images on my cell phone, and I don't usually use cute little icons or even happy faces in my emails. But for some reason Blingee spoke to me, and I had to make one. I guess the latent troublemaker and graffitist in me couldn't resist.

Actually, the Blingee thingy is the reason I created this blog. Because after I made the Blingee (don't you love that word?), I had to send it somewhere, and I couldn't figure out how to send it anywhere else except Blogger, and since I desperately wanted to share it with people RIGHT AWAY, I just created the blog to host it, if you will. Incompetency is the mother of invention, or whatever.

So that's all. I'm off to drink a gallon of hot tea. I'll blog more later and fill you in on more totally random and unimportant information about my life here and whatever is making its way through the wampoline grapevine....hey! that could be the name of a wine! (see what I mean?? and just think, I have to deal with me 24/7 - lucky you, you can turn me off with a click!)

p.s. You're probably wondering why on earth I have a doctored photo of Rudy Guiliani, of all people, to launch my new blog. I have no idea either, except that was the first photo i grabbed from the files - taken at the Republican National Convention (aka, Evil People 'r' Us). There are many, many more photos, all of which are screaming to be toyed with - I might have to stay bedridden a little longer to deal with them!

p.p.s. For those in the know, No, this blog does not supplant our other blog, www.roadmuse.com which is a collaborative video blog with my Significant Other. I just needed another outlet for my equally significant but much-more-needy Self. (And the reason it's not a link yet - the reason I have no links on here yet - is because putting links on this template requires me doing HTML, which I absolutely hate doing and will put off for a rainy day, or at least when I'm not so feverish.)