Super Tuesday-Obama Rama continues

Yes we can.
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Obama and the Superbowl

I screamed like a Banshee on Sunday. I hollered and hooted and whistled at the UCLA Women for Obama rally. I saw Oprah who said she is voting for Obama because he is BRILLIANT. Caroline Kennedy was there. Maria Shriver, as usual left her husband (Gov. Schwarzenegger) in the dust with her endorsement of My Man, Barack! Michelle Obama spoke. She was the star. I particularly loved the fact that she told the crowd that she and Obama were onlyl just 3 years out of paying off their student loans. That's MY life. And that why I am voting for him. He is not some trust fund baby with a sense of entitlement. He knows he better WORK and work for US!

And then I went home and screamed like hell to cheer on the underdog NY Giants in their bid to win the superbowl over the favoured and annointed NE Patriots. Not that I hate the Pats but really they have won three times already. There was a sense of inevitability and they just didn't win. I feel like Obama is the NY Giants trying to beat those who feel entitled because of their past victories!
Go Giants and Go Obama!

Women for Obama

January 31

Today is the official end of the "new" year. It's over. No more Christmas references. No more "Happy New Year" (unless it's the Lunar New Year). It's the day that marks the beginning of the year slip sliding away back into old habits, the ones that were temporarily staved off by the new year resolutions. It's the day you give up the ghost of the last resolution. Throw in the towel. Quit the gym. And while you're at it, quit the year since time flies so fast, by the time February ends, you might as well get ready for the next year. Pessimistic? Maybe. Realistic? Yes.

WONK 2: Obama vs Clinton in NH

What if the polls in New Hampshire weren't wrong? What if the people voted but their votes weren't counted? Can't happen you say? Really? You sure about that? How come no one is asking? Why is everyone so quick to blame the polls. Have we forgoten 2000 and 2004 already? Amnesia over action I suppose.
Remember 2004 Ohio? That's right how can you remember something that never really got properly reported.

Wonk

I am not a wonk. I don't know what a wonk is. I know it has something to do with politics and people who yammer on incessantly about politics and what not. I suppose i could look it up in the dictionary or "google" it. Remember when you looked things up? now you just google it with no guarantee that the hits you get are right.
But my point isn't about google or wonks today. it's about how in the last week since IA and NH, the pundits have been shocked, awed, embarrassed. they talk about upset victories. is it just me or do these people live in a universe of their own making and when the real world does what the real world does they act as if the universe is out of balance? is it just me? so they predicted this and predicted that. so what. the wonks and pundits and media whores live in a very closed dinner-party circuit. I am sure russert and gregory and gibson and hume and that hardball guy along with the pollsters and voter psychology expert, all sit around with their highball glasses, ice tinkling and speak contentedly of their universerse. well since none of us on the outside are there, how they heck do they figure they can tell what's going on? And the pollsters? well. they call the same lot of old folks with their landbased phones.
keep that up folks! but don't be surprised when the outcomes you predict have no bearing on reality.

Airborne Dreams

I found this cool video online about an Indian engineer who has made a part of the air travel experience possible for local poor children. It brought up such an upswell of emotions for me. I had my own airborne dreams as a child and I saw myself in the faces of those Indian children.
Growing up in a rural area in Jamaica, we didn't have a lot of luxuries and the idea of flying on an airplane seemed beyond the reach of most oridinary people. Everytime we heard an airplane we'd rush outside to stare at it, with the naked eye or with our "spyer"--a surveyors scope that served as a telescope. We'd take turns staring at the miniature craft, imagining what it must be like to be way up there, free and flying. That was one way we got closer to the flying experience.
Another closer encounter with airplanes was through our infrequent visits to the airport to send off or pick up lucky relatives or friends enroute to " foreign". All the relatives, and always one village elder along for the ride, would cram into a festive motorcade, a caravan of jalopies with luggage hanging off the roof, for the hour- long trip along the potentially treacherous winding roads to "Palisados" Once at the airport, the non-travellers trooped up to the waving gallery--an open air deck looking out to the runway. When my own mother left Jamaica in 1978, I remember pressing my face into the chainlink fence, waving frantically as she disappeared up the stairs into the mysterious magical vehicle that was Evergreen Airlines. I could only imagine was as luxurious interior she was encountering. I was desperately sad but there was status to be gained from having a relative who had been on a plane and a so close a relative living abroad. Four years later it was my turn to take that ride. Funny I hardly remember the experience as it was so sad to be leaving my native country forever. I remember though waving frantically from the stairs to the people on the waving gallery--those whom I knew and others I didn't--it's like the grand marshall in a parade--you don't discriminate with the wave.
Nowadays air travel has become more of a bother than the marvel that it truly is. But every now and then, mid flight I catch myself thinking of what a wondrous thing it is for us earthbound creatures to be way up here. And sometimes I get excited by the cute little silverware and plates and the kitschy goodness that is inflight service (yes quite rare these days).