November 9th, 2006.
LAL
Miss you, grandpa.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Yes we did.
Last night, Dad and I were driving home from work when we heard the news.
Obama flipped Ohio.
I was up until one in the morning watching history unfold. But it was those three simple words that really made me feel like part of something amazing. I voted at around 9 o'clock Tuesday morning along with lots of grumpy old people from my precinct who didn't know how to get the machine to take their ballots. And also my parents who were less old, less grumpy, and more or less got the machine to work. Even though it was my first presidential election, and I knew it was potentially earth-shaking election, it didn't feel particularly dramatic. I had no idea that filling in that little oval could feel so fulfilling. But as I watched them color Ohio blue on the map, I realized that something phenomenal was going on here.
We sat in front of the television and watched them discuss and theorize, watched the intricate graphics that probably took an obscene number of man-hours, and I don't think I'm ever going to forget watching the countdown tick down the last ten seconds to history. The screaming, the crying, this celebration and hope that America can and will change. I sincerely hope we can hold on to the image we cast on the world last night.
I was also pleasantly surprised by the grace of McCain's concession speech. It was disappointing that a moment of such sincere, humble gratitude was marred by boos and anger on
the crowd's part. It was a striking contrast of graceful acceptance and immaturity.
This is the only time in my life I can ever remember feeling so strongly that my own tiny contribution was part of something far bigger and far greater than myself. I am so thrilled and anxious to see what kind of change the next 4 (+!) years are going to bring, because this morning I feel we have potential the likes of which could move mountains.
I'm proud to say, I voted Obama in 08!
Obama flipped Ohio.
I was up until one in the morning watching history unfold. But it was those three simple words that really made me feel like part of something amazing. I voted at around 9 o'clock Tuesday morning along with lots of grumpy old people from my precinct who didn't know how to get the machine to take their ballots. And also my parents who were less old, less grumpy, and more or less got the machine to work. Even though it was my first presidential election, and I knew it was potentially earth-shaking election, it didn't feel particularly dramatic. I had no idea that filling in that little oval could feel so fulfilling. But as I watched them color Ohio blue on the map, I realized that something phenomenal was going on here.
We sat in front of the television and watched them discuss and theorize, watched the intricate graphics that probably took an obscene number of man-hours, and I don't think I'm ever going to forget watching the countdown tick down the last ten seconds to history. The screaming, the crying, this celebration and hope that America can and will change. I sincerely hope we can hold on to the image we cast on the world last night.
I was also pleasantly surprised by the grace of McCain's concession speech. It was disappointing that a moment of such sincere, humble gratitude was marred by boos and anger on
the crowd's part. It was a striking contrast of graceful acceptance and immaturity.This is the only time in my life I can ever remember feeling so strongly that my own tiny contribution was part of something far bigger and far greater than myself. I am so thrilled and anxious to see what kind of change the next 4 (+!) years are going to bring, because this morning I feel we have potential the likes of which could move mountains.
I'm proud to say, I voted Obama in 08!
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