November 12, 2006 | Filed under: Uncategorized

• You will spend the entire hour’s drive to your canvassing location drinking coffee, thereby needing a bathroom break before you’ve even started. Of course, there are no bathrooms in close proximity, so you’re S.O.L. until halfway through the morning when you take a three-block detour from your canvassing route to cross a busy highway and borrow a scary restroom at the local Dairy Queen.

• More people have little yippy dogs than should be allowed by law.
• You will be cat-called. Chalk it up to the fact that he’s never seen a woman in a wool coat and pashmina before.
• Despite meticulously planning an efficient route, you will invariably miss a block somewhere and have to walk through half the neighborhood to access it. Again.
• People will answer the door in their underwear. Yes, really. Be glad there’s underwear involved.
• The voter on your list identified as “Ricki” is not the Indian woman you expected. Rather, Ricki is the husband of the chain-smoking woman who just answered the door. In retrospect, you’ll realize that if she were Indian, it probably would have been “Rikki.” Also, she probably wouldn’t live in rural Indiana.
• Following this episode, you’ll spend the next fifteen minutes with the text of Tikki Tikki Tembo* running through your head. Wonder why your brain sees fit to remember a book from your childhood, but almost let you leave the house without packing underwear.
• Because elections only come every-other year, know that you’ll forget all of this until the next time you’re out canvassing.

*Also known as “Tikki tikki tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo.” For those of you who don’t remember, the crux of the story is that he fell into a well.

November 10, 2006 | Filed under: Uncategorized

Love is being awake in Hour 20, running on less than two hours of sleep, in the middle of a three-star hotel ballroom that smells of stale cigarette smoke, thinking, “It just doesn’t get better than this.”

Alas, there was no Election-Day-stuffing-of-the-ballot-box, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. So, that’s that.

November 7, 2006 | Filed under: Uncategorized

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I’m stealing wireless internet access from some nice person in the middle of Nowhere, Indiana to send you this message. That’s how important it is!

November 4, 2006 | Filed under: Uncategorized

Hi. My name is Kate, and I have a type.

Hi, Kate.

Yah.

So.

I think it’s official.

I mean, I thought it might be official several months ago, but now I am above-and-beyond convinced.

I? have a type. I never thought of myself as the “type” kind of person, but, yup, I am.

So, um, yeah. Not that this story is going to make sense to anyone but me (and I may possisbly be oh-so-slightly intoxicated* as I type this, so really, really, I may be the only one who understands it but…)

We were out tonight, drinking, as every good campaign staff should. I almost passed on it, as I still have a lot of website work to catch up on, but whatever, ya gotta accept the social invites when they come along, you know?

The communications director (who was at a dinner event with the candidate) called to let me know that his cousin would be joining us at the bar, please keep him entertained until CD arrived. Ok, no prob. Maybe half an hour later, a guy walks into the bar. I had not been paying attention to most of the other patrons, but him I notice. (And by “notice” I mean, mentally note that, hey, there’s someone who’s boots I wouldn’t mind seeing under my bed. Ahem. Not that I currently have a bed, but whatever. Details!) He keeps walking, so whatever. Several minutes later, he comes up to our table to ask if we’re the campaign staff. Ummm, yeah. He’s the cousin. And? He looks an awful lot like the communications director. Who looks an awful lot like an ex-boyfriend.

Fuck.

Soooooo, that about settles it, now doesn’t it?

In case you’re wondering: Brunette. Dark eyes. Slight-to-medium build. Probably Jewish.

Damn.

I should move to New York.

*Three words: Leinie’s. ON TAP.

November 2, 2006 | Filed under: Uncategorized

Today about the only thing I’m enamored with is the fact that my commute is so much easier when done at 10 p.m. and 6:30 a.m. than at regular 9-to-5 times.

No original picture for you today, but if you need a visual representation of my life right now, I think this does it: