Super tuesday notebook: diary of a mental journey

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

CA Primary Ballot

I am a registered Democrat in the state of California thanks to my vote for the ketchup dude four years ago. All of the candidate stumping, debating, posturing this year and I was nevertheless (still) an undecided Democrat as of yesterday, Super Tuesday. Since last fall, my brain has been saying Hillary and my heart has been saying Obama. Just like in the country generally, in my head all of what were supposed to be decisive turns in this horse race failed to provide a clear winner.

This is a record of how my day unfolded, as I struggled with the decision, tried to make sense of these over-hyped California ballot propositions, hounded my friends for their opinions, took pictures, voted, shot time-lapse video from my rooftop, and wandered around my neighborhood. Super Tuesday, indeed.

7:45 am:
My alarm goes off. First thought in my head: I hate my goddamn alarm. Second thought: It’s Super Tuesday and I still don’t know who the hell I’m voting for. Snooze.

7:50 am:
Still hate my alarm. Still don’t know who I’m voting for. Snooze.

7:55 am:
I have to find an alarm with a 10 minute snooze. I also have to get up and move my car from a meter spot. Is anyone campaigning against the L.A. County Parking Mafia?

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Obama Turns 13

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

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In case anyone hadn’t heard which presidential candidate is capturing the youth vote, the Barack Obama campaign made it crystal clear tonight. Their official Los Angeles Super Tuesday election night party was a) held at Avalon, a club in Hollywood, and b) it felt like a Bar Mitzvah.

In between cheering “Si! Se puede!” and watching MSNBC results, fans hopped from booth to booth to “get their favors made.” In one area you could get a (free) t-shirt, either with a picture of Obama and the slogan “progress” or of Obama and the state of California. In another area you could have your photo taken in front of a mock press conference with a banner reading “Change.”

Obama would have been proud of the crowd— it was as diverse as he proclaims his supporters to be. There were old white men (including mayor of Long Beach Bob Foster), Latinos (including labor czar Maria Elena Durazo), African-Americans, Asians, rich and poor. And young people. Oh, the young. They were everywhere— taking photos, drinking too much and dancing solo during speeches, smoking stogies outside. There was even a baby sleeping in a snuggy on his dad’s chest.

The whole “Obama lost California” thing wasn’t really mentioned. It was more backdrop, occasionally flashing on the screens of CNN and MSNBC, but not exactly acknowledged. Instead politicians spoke about Obama winning 11, 12, then 13 states, and the crowd cheered for victory in North Dakota, Alaska and especially Missouri. Oh Missouri.

Image: Aung Moe Win

Super caucus site, CO

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

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Tonight I went to the “super caucus site” at the Boulder, Colorado, public high school, where something like 15 precincts were scheduled to gather and decide which of the Democratic candidates they would support at the Democratic convention in August. Four years ago roughly 200 people turned out to caucus. Tonight authorities presumed that number would at least double, so they were prepared for roughly 500 neighborhood Boulder Democrats to show up. They opened up the auditorium balconies and spread out five tables in the school lobby to register the crowd. At 7:00 pm, though, an hour after the doors opened, the full auditorium was standing room only, people were crushed into the lobby and lines were streaming out of the open doors down the sidewalks. Police were reportedly redirecting traffic on the street.

“We’re estimating about 2000 people are here tonight to caucus,” said a bearded emcee on the stage, but he was immediately drown out by clapping and foot stomping. “There are more than 2000 people here. It’s really something. It’s really emotional for those of us who have been doing this a while—”

Three Boulder High kids meanwhile were working the auditorium sound-board in the middle of the room, providing a low-level Bob Marley background thrum for the pre-event. I remember when we used to sit / In a government yard in Trenchtown… / No, woman, no cry / No, woman, no cry.

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