there’s not so very much going on, but i still feel pretty busy. last night i went to my once per election campaign all-candidate’s meeting. it was held at the centennial theatre and it was jam-packed. i like to see a lot of interest in these things, especially when the highschool students come in with their notebooks, it makes me have a little hope people aren’t as apathetic as they seem most days.
early in the evening, the NDP candidate excused herself from the stage; later, the MC informed us that she’d been taken from the theatre by paramedics. oy! i hope she’s all right, but this puts a real kink in my voting strategy. one of the reasons i go to these things is that i don’t always vote entirely along party lines. who is running is just as important as their platform, in my mind. since i’m historically an NDP supporter, not being able to hear directly from my candidate leaves me feeling a little uninformed.
alas, i can’t say what i heard last night helped me solidify my voting decision. i do know that, after having my accelerated west wing education last summer, i’m left wondering what these people’s campaign managers are smoking. one candidate mentioned her husband more than herself in her opening comments. another barely said anything about her party’s core platform or ideology. don’t these people get any coaching? of course, i’m being way too harsh. goodness knows i would never put myself in that position. more power to those who want to serve the public good!
here ends my political rambing.
the fantastic photo the lovely and marvelous julie b. andersen sent me for xmas has been professionally matted and framed. i picked it up last night and i’m absolutely astounded by how incredible it looks! i can’t wait to get it hung in my bedroom. this is the first piece of original art i’ve ever had and it makes me feel so very good knowing it was created by someone i know and admire. don’t worry, once it gets hung there will be photos.
speaking of photos, jamie might have pulled off the impossible last week: a not so very awful photo of me. feel free to go and leave flattering comments. just kidding!
after talking to jim the other evening, i’ve realized that i really want to start inviting more people over to my home. for all those years i lived in the tiny apartment i never felt i could entertain, so i didn’t. now that i feel at home in my new place (when will i stop calling it my new place? i’ve been here almost two years!), i find i really want to have people come spend time there with me. not only does it give me impetus to keep the dust bunnies at bay, but i like my place. i like spending time there. why shouldn’t the people i like spend time there, too? now i just have to convice people that north vancouver isn’t freakin’ siberia and that crossing a bridge won’t render them impotent or some other nonsense.
I was just having that very same “cross the bridge” conversation with my friends the other night. It seems that crossing the bridge means real plans have to be made, well in advance. No dropping in. Visiting across the bridge means a real committment visit. Serious stuff. Shopping trips are the same though. We don’t shop “over there” unless the object is important enough. It is so goofy!