05 February 2004

The" Champaign: 85 miles " Entry
Date: 2.4.04
Climate: still sunny and cold but not snowing...that comes tomorrow. Ick.
Eating: --I think I am back on a diet. Who knows.
Drinking: Coffee
Feeling: Agitated
Listening to: Afghan Strap
Watching: the calendar days go flying by
Reading: Tribune

For the past two days, I have been driving from Chicago to Kankakee to work in this new district. Needless to say, its a bit far and taxing on both my car and me....that "Champaign, 85 miles sign" comes a good ten or fifteen miles from where I stop off; so I'd say, that as a rule, I may be equadistance from U of I as I am to Chicago. Its insane. I should call Brian and meet him for lunch one of these days...lordy.
I have heard some amazing things out here--here's a little sample via playwriting 101, the unacademic style...

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Sun in shining, Cherie steps out of her car
Knocks on door after walking two houses up, and then back again...she didn't take a map reading class in high school.

(knockknockknock)
waits five seconds
door swings open
Annoyed woman: "yes?"
Cherie: "Hi, is Kevana in?"
AW: "NO. What do you WANT?" (angry)
Cherie: "Well, I am with the home health care union and I wanted to discuss healthcare and higher wages with her...do you know when she's going to be in?"
AW: (laughs) "Oh, yeah, that's me...i'm Kevana. I done thought you were going to subpoena me some papers for my babies' daddy, and he don't done even LIVE here anymore..."

NO SHIT. This isn't racial slurs or stereotyping, she said that to me.

Also, today, with a woman named Rita.

Cherie: "Well Rita, it was great to meet you. I am looking forward to seeing you out at the mobilizations..."
Rita: "Yeah..." (unenthused. bland.)
Cherie: "Say, are you registered to vote?"
Rita: "YES, I voted for Bush last time, and got a lot of my friends to, too"
Cherie, shocked but faking it well: "Um, what made you do that? What part of his platform did you agree with?"
Rita: "Partial birth abortions. They are so bad. I don't agree with them at all."
Cherie: "Yet you say you aren't going to vote this year? How come?"
Rita: "I just don't do that type of thing anymore. Its boring, plus it took him too long to pass that ban on those abortions."
Cherie: "Oh. Well Rita, I must tell you that SEIU isn't partisan in any sense [sort of a lie but not really]--we simply are going to endorse and work for the candidate that will work for home health care interests; including health care benefits and higher wages...and it worked with Blagojevich; we endorsed him; got our members out to vote for him; and he signed our contract for collective bargaining rights, which enabled us to work for that raise you got in December, and will continue to see for another two years."
Rita: "Uhhh huh" (completely unimpressed)
Cherie: "let me put it this way. Bush did what you wanted; those horrible abortions are gone. Now what is going to happen if he's elected for another four years? Has he done anything for you or your lifestyle that you've wanted, besides the ban on partial birth abortions?"
Rita: "NO, of course not. Theres that war, and I can't afford any of my medications..."
Cherie: "Rita, i'll be honest with you. If you don't get out and vote and help to mobilize the people you got to vote for Bush in the last election out with you, it will only get worse. Bush did what you wanted; but what is he going to do--or should I say, is he the man who will follow through on the other things you have a vested interest in, such as that ban you wanted on parital birth abortions?"
Rita: "I haven't had an abortion, but I just think they're wrong."
Cherie: "..okay...right. But again, how will this effect the rest of your life, including the next four years?...and will it? If not, what will? And since you had so much faith in Bush that he would do what he said, involving those abortions and that ban, what makes you think the he won't either a) do something you DON'T want (just think of all those people who opposed that ban), or b) do something you do want? Don't you want to be apart of the decision making process which does effect your life?"
...and so on and so forth....

It went on like that for awhile, but I convinced her she had to vote for someone non bush, basically when it was clear all along that the SOLE REASON she voted for Bush in the first round was because of the abborious said abortion practices.
Nevermind that she like lives in a trailer, has no money, tons of medical bills and cannot afford prescription medication and she's old...thank God Bush passed that ban on partial birth abortions, since THAT directly impacts her life, never mind the other stuff which is just details.
Its great people vote. Its great they listen. But jesuschrist...if anything, this job is showing me what people want; and how they go about getting it; and how they'll filter anything else to just hear what they want--

Altogether, this job isn't so bad; apparently they may put me on staff if I continue to rake in the memberships and the mobilizations for another week or so, the ultimate reward. They're impressed they say, which is why they send me to freaking Kankakee...and, I will know by the 16 if I am going to be sent out to another state to basically live for upwards three months in a hotel, organizing and leading coalitions of people to campaign for the democratic candidates in their particular district; the presidential nominee included, although we've been speculating that it could go all the way to the convention. Kerry may have it; who knows, but that really beside the point.
I suppose its this having to get comfortable with a) leaving chicago for three months to live in like, Milwaukee or St. Louis or Ohio for three months in a hotel, with a rental car; and then they fly me back every month for a few days where I report to Chicago and see, like, my friends and boyfriend, which I could deal with fine. I just don't know. Amazingly enough, I actually got a call for a second interview with that insane group interview at the health spa from last week, which takes place tomorrow. In some ways, the prospect of standing at a desk, looking pretty, punching in numbers, working out and drinking all natural smoothies all day, while getting all the benefits of a salaried position and a top notch health club seems pretty glittery--that is, if I get the job. We all know I tend to get this far and somehow fuck it up (no idea how that happens, but you know...)--

So this dilemma of choosing the "cause" and picking the most financially stable job is looming. If it presents itself...and if it does, I don't know. Alex said I look to be put on staff shortly but it will be hard and not paid very well- but it would fit much more into my life "scheme"--I guess we'll just wait and see.

So tomorrow; interview. Going out to see Eddie...to study LSAT fun while he studies EC again...he's busy scaring people unintentionally again, or so thats how it sounds to me--that school...but its easier to tune all that out nowadays, and its more about being happy and in love and all that good stuff. Its getting to the point where we both look forward to seeing each other on such a level that its getting to that so in love phase that when it ends, it will sting for months...ouch. He's coming out with me on Saturday to K-town to observe just what I do...if getting up at like seven am on a Saturday to go to the illustrious city of Kankakee to talk to cranky and rude homecare workers isn't love, I don't know what is. *

03 February 2004

(only because I may have a shot at interviewing these little retro whores)

"The Darkness are from England and they wear things like open-chested catsuits and tight trousers. Sometimes these outfits are made of leather; sometimes they have animal prints. The band members sport long hair and look like they stepped off the stage at Castle Donington circa 1980. To a lot of people, this means The Darkness couldn't possibly be any good. I wrote a one-act, one-man play about this idea titled Proper Rock Fan: Pot Kettle Black. Take a look:

SCENE: Virgin Megastore, Chicago. A Proper Rock Fan scans the Top 40 albums wall.

Proper Rock Fan: People are stupid for falling for music like The Darkness. It looks phony, manufactured, and seems to take its image more seriously than its songs. All music like that is shit.

Too often, music fans fall for marketing without realizing it. For instance, by refusing to engage with a band like The Darkness on any level solely because of a preconceived notion of what they appear to be "about," you'd actually be more swayed by marketing and image than the kids checking the disc out on the listening station. Besides, looking silly-- or at least risking looking silly-- can only be good for a band like The Darkness. Big Guitar Rock, after all, used to be silly. It used to be pretty good, too. AC/DC, Queen, Black Sabbath, KISS, and Led Zeppelin (have you seen The Song Remains the Same?) were all absurd.
Claiming any allegiance with the devil and buying Aleister Crowley's house are ridiculous prospects. Smashing your instruments and lighting your guitar on fire are both pretty stupid-looking, too, when you get right down to it. But that's the whole problem with rock right now: It doesn't do those things anymore. There's nothing heroic about it, nothing demonstrative, nothing to capture the imagination."
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Looks like trading's up in attempting to overthrow the bourgeouis indie rock fcuk's that have taken over with their shaggy hair and constant chain smoke...but don't get me wrong, I still dig some of their music (where is my shepard?);)
However, and of a more paramount occassion, how charming is this writer's one many play, which actually has the phrase POT KETTLE BLACK incorprated into it?
This guy is coming in as a close second to the biting wit of Andrew Earles, Magnet magazine's little gem...

02 February 2004

The" Pale Shelter " Entry
Date: The groundhog's day. Of all the animals in the kingdom...
Climate: nicer than most
Eating: pistachios
Drinking: water
Feeling: burnt
Listening to: the tv in the background
Watching: ten o'clock news
Reading: In These Times
I don't really know if I ever was smart, but tonight I feel dunce like.
Everyone has told me that the unfortunate (?) fact that I have had to postpone pretty much all plans and desires for the "life" I had intended to have sans college, will in fact make me into a better and more seasoned journalist, attorney, politician.
Its not that I don't necessarily know this. Its that its taking an awfully long time to kick in.
While driving the state line today between IN and IL, I realized that i have spent now three weeks of my life trying to get people to care about the fact that they have, are, and may continue to be part of the largest demographic in America: poor and largely uneducated.
Why should they be excited...I wondered while getting lost. Over and over again. But thats besides the point.
Excitement...about a twenty two cent pay increase every two-four months...excited that they have been given collective bargaining rights...excited that they will continue to save the State millions of dollars in "health care" costs, while recieving less benefits than the average construction worker...I don't know.
So I walk in. Get them excited about getting involved in the thankless government they work for. Leave with signatures and rememberances of easier times.
And then I go back to the office on Clark street. I file my reports. I listen to them tell me that I am doing great; I listen to them discuss where they should "place me" next--Kankakee? Aurora? Waukegan?
And I watch my bank account slowly deplete, listen as I call and talk to my financial backers about my "situation," figure out just how much this work will get me in the grand scheme of things. I watch the news in dismay; read articles about how deep seeded the corruption is, and I realize that I am not even just a small part in the change; I really don't even exist.
And I too think back to easier times, maybe. And then its all relative and I slap myself out of it and get on with life. And wait for the slowest dryer ever created to give me snuggle soft clothes to brave the arctic chill which I will venture into tomorrow, to rouse that excitement once more.
But then again, how many primaries tomorrow? How many same sided politicians, but with different fonts, on their identically sloganed signs? How many voters contract that excitement, and then vote for that politician-- who will obviously promptly abandon their interests if and when elected-- How many more generations of this?
...feels like a long time coming.

The" Root for the Underdog " Entry
Date: Fevrier 1
Climate: it actually feels balmy due to the intense siberian winter we've been reduced to...
Eating: digesting taco dip. Mmm, superbowl--
Drinking: water
Feeling: antsy
Listening to: The Smiths, singles
Watching: Said sporting event / Gattaca
Reading: --

I have many thoughts I would love to streamline into one, nice, little packaged entry but I can't seem to do that right now.
Sad that Carolina lost. Oh well. Its just a game...that half time show was atrocious though--Eddie and I watched Gattaca afterwards: I was moved at how sad it was.

Meanwhile, the blogging plague continues:
Eddie has copied now my lead:

Eddie

Its like a cult:)

Saw The Thrills on Saturday, not good.

Drank two chocolate martini's afterwards: got a little drunk: Always good.

Had an engaging conversation with a U of Chicago grad at the train station who was going to Belize after living in DC for two years; a good sign.

Have and continue to be falling deeper in love; good and bad at the same time

Forgot Ericks Birthday: Very Bad.

Trading is now up 60%--


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