I know that Louisiana turned up red on that map, but I want to tell you that I don’t know one person in this city who I speak with, have run into, know, hang with, who did not vote for Obama. All those other people, the ones that made this state red, they just ignorant is all.
Someone said there are changes afoot around the globe and these changes possibly could have come about only under times of duress. Sarkozy was elected in France – he’s Jewish. Obama was elected in the U.S. – he’s black. It’s about time we got a different point of view.
Besides the copious WOO HOOs that I feel like shouting at every minute when I stop and realize we elected Obama president, there are the wonderful things I keep reading. There was a round up from around the world of reactions, Obama is a global president the people say, born of a white mother and black father, born from an African father, raised in Thailand, Hawaii – a man of the world. But my favorite line came from a guy name Fernando writing to the NYT this morning, he said simply:
Welcome back, America.
Nine months ago today, I got up in the morning and put on a red angel costume and headed to Mardi Gras. It was Fat Tuesday. I was with loved ones (also angels). By midmorning, I was standing in the Faubourg Marigny looking into the eyes of the woman I would fall madly in love with, open my life to, and plan my future around.
Your life can change in a moment.
I remember so vividly, this moment, like I was in slow motion, approaching MiMi’s, a woman had caught my attention, her back was to me but she seemed familiar – a pink cowboy hat hung from her neck – she slowly turned as J approached her, our eyes met, locked – cupid’s arrow flew steadfast, piercing me in my big gay heart, and from that moment on, I have been under her spell.
Just too good to be true:
Everybody thinks I have the life of of Riley – sitting in my tower office, just la di da, writing all sorts of things and doing what I want. Ha! If they only knew there is Instant Message, Cell Phone, Landline, Email, Skype and reams of data and decisions coming at a lightning speed and half the time I can’t recall what my To Do list was when I started the day but I know I have been off-roading from it since I sat down at my desk.
This all creates stress.
Stress causes tension.
Tension makes my shoulders hike up to my ears.
My shoulders are connected to every other muscle in my body.
My entire body is wound tight like a Turkish top.
There is only one way to unwind and that is to hula hoop. When I’m hula hooping, I’m dancing, I’m moving my hips, I’m outside, I’m happy. I highly recommend it. Hooping might have saved my life. Who knew?
It was so gorgeous outside but I had to come straight to my desk when I got up and it wasn’t until midmorning before I could get out and in the meantime, Loca was driving me nuts. Nudging me, licking me, hopping up and down like a black pogo stick, and crawling across the floor army style. Who doesn’t walk their dog? My god, this dog would spiral down to China if she wasn’t walked.
I woke this morning filled with the promise of today and tomorrow because America once again feels like home instead of an alien place. This is the place where we can elect a black man, a smart man, a new regime, and we can begin again. I’m so proud – finally, again – to be an American I could just spit from joy. Oh happy day.
By the way, I did like Michele’s choice for a dress – it was just perfect. And their little girls are adorable.
The whole world is smiling with us. We turned a corner, and are going to write a whole new chapter in these united states. Lord today!
Last week, T was speaking to her condo board and one of them asked for time to pay an assessment since she had just been laid off. Night before last, I was speaking to a neighbor who got a call from a mutual friend, who had just been laid off. The ripples are already being felt down here with the proletariat.
Hallelujah!
His truth has marched on in.
First Black president.
Unprecedented deleveraging of Wall Street.
Rachel switches teams.