Nothing like thinking ahead. On this the day before there's F-I-N-A-L-L-Y going to be a Democratic primary vote in Pennsylvania. After what seems like what, seven years of campaigning? I have a suggestion that will give all Americans a break from this complete insanity.
Set a starting date for 1) declaring to run and 2) the start of campaigning. Anyone who violates either date is automatically out of the race. No exceptions. Not even for Chelsea, who is sure to run in 2040.
Make the official starting date a year before the election. Maybe fourteen months. Max. We've been going through this election cycle since Minor Bush won the last election. Four years of "the run for the White House" is just frickin' ridiculous. At this point I'm almost ready to say, who cares? Just get it over with.
Yes, I'm supporting Obama. But I would have voted for him two years ago. No, I don't support Hillary or McCain. And no amount of campaigning will change my mind.
Of course, the big question for me is... in a choice between Clinton and McCain, who will I vote for? Stay tuned.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
The Ride of My Life
Riding makes me think about how fast life is flying by. I live in a perpetual state of angst about this. So much to do, so little time. It's an old tired cliche but it's truer now, at least for me. I have no idea how much time I have left. I'll be forty-nine in September and while there are days when I still think I'm bullet-proof and have all the time in the world to do whatever I want, there's this old hag called mortality jabbering in my ear telling me that just the opposite is closer to reality.
The thing I stress most about is that I have had two careers in my life - one pursued out of religious and family expectations, the other out of sheer financial need - and I've enjoyed neither of them. Twenty-three years is a very long time to go through the motions but that's my reality. Maybe tomorrow is the day I discover what it is I really want to do. But what if it never happens? What if I die wishing for something different? What if I never get to experience the feeling that my talents and passions are put to good use? It's disturbing and sad to think about it in that way.
That's why I keep hoping. I told someone just recently that I would love to spend the rest of my days cooking and cycling. Cooking and cycling. Food and road bikes. Culinary arts and... road bikes. What would this look like? A restaurant in front with a bike shop in the back? Or the other way around? Or a destination restaurant where the dress code includes bike shorts and a helmet?
Not sure. What I do know is that when I ride I think about it. Then I go home and cook and think about it more.
The thing I stress most about is that I have had two careers in my life - one pursued out of religious and family expectations, the other out of sheer financial need - and I've enjoyed neither of them. Twenty-three years is a very long time to go through the motions but that's my reality. Maybe tomorrow is the day I discover what it is I really want to do. But what if it never happens? What if I die wishing for something different? What if I never get to experience the feeling that my talents and passions are put to good use? It's disturbing and sad to think about it in that way.
That's why I keep hoping. I told someone just recently that I would love to spend the rest of my days cooking and cycling. Cooking and cycling. Food and road bikes. Culinary arts and... road bikes. What would this look like? A restaurant in front with a bike shop in the back? Or the other way around? Or a destination restaurant where the dress code includes bike shorts and a helmet?
Not sure. What I do know is that when I ride I think about it. Then I go home and cook and think about it more.
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