Means of Seeing what the eye brings

October 14, 2004

a vote for… what?

Filed under: politik,rants — osteoderm @ 4:46 am

For a Canadian, i did something politicaly interesting and important today. i voted in the American general election. i filled out my absentee ballot card and sent it off to be counted in the election of November 2nd. By dint of my American birth, and one American parent, i am a Canadian who happens to hold a US passport, SSN, and the right to help affect changes for all Canadians by voting in the USA. (more…)

In Canada, i have voted with my conscience for arternative parties for years, typicaly for the Green Party. i don’t do this because i think they have a chance in hell of winning, but because of the simple fact that the mainstream parties are having to pay attention to the ever-growing portion of the popular vote that goes towards alternative parties. In some Canadian elections of recent years, the percentage of the popular vote going to all alternative parties combined has been nearly equal to the percentage difference between the top two mainstream parties. In some way, i hope this shift will force the mainstream parties to widen their definition of “mainstream”.
For you American readers, a brief explanation: The Canadian Prime Minister (roughly equivalent to the Pres.) is not voted into that office. In a Cdn general election, citizens vote for local federal representatives (MP’s, equivalent to members of Congress). The ridings in which the MP’s run for office are roughly apportioned by population, and the MP’s are usually, but not always, members of some political party. Sometime previous to any federal election, members of political parties (MP’s and citizens alike) gather in convention to elect a party leader. In the actual federal general election, the party which has elected the most MP’s forms the government, and the leader of that party (an MP themselves) becomes the Prime Minister.
Unlike the USA, the Prime Minister’s powers are less executive, and depend more upon the voting power of the MP’s. The really interesting development that this can lead to is actually happening right now; the party with the most elected MP’s has more than any other single party, but less than 50% of the total amount of MP’s! Furthermore, in this last election, a single independant MP was elected, becoming, in essence, the swing vote upon which the whole works swings. That one independant vote in Paliament can seriously impede the Prime Minister’s usual ability to push through bills and ammendments by brute majority vote. This year’s Canadian federal election was an example where one non-partisan person has come to have a huge say in how the government runs.
Well, the above tactic of voting for the percentage may not work for this, my first US voting experiment. In preparation for my American voting, i did a lot of research. In state issues, i have clung more tightly to my conscience, selecting Libertarian and Green candidates where i feel they deserve support. In the federal arena, however, i felt that i had to modify my tactics. There are some decent alternative presidential candidates out there, with compelling arguements. In many ways, i’d rather see Nader in the White House than either Kerry or Bush. Still, the blunt fact is that Bush must go; i hate to feel as though i’m voting against a candidate rather than for one, but there it is. If the anti-Bush vote is divided, Bush will win, and such are the executive powers of the President, even given a Democrat majority in Congress or Senate, bad things will continue to happen to the world. Since all the Presidency requires is a bare majority, every vote against Bush must go towards Kerry, even if he’s simply the lesser of two evils.
Now, i’m still trying to understand the whole Electoral Vote thing, and am still not sure if my presidential vote goes towards the candidate or an electoral voter, or somewhere else. Can anyone explain that one to me?

October 13, 2004

lost thoughts

Filed under: aspie,friends,philosophy,random,rants — osteoderm @ 4:54 am

So, okay, i just wrote this fabulous little essay, complete with a fine hook of an ending, and after hitting “publish post”, i watched it disappear into the ether. Crap.
I’m sure that it’s happened to you at some time or another as well. It gets me to thinking about all the lost thoughts out there. Do they end up with the odd socks and misplaced pens? What is the sum of the collective knowledge of all the accidentally-deleted and otherwise computer-victimized words of the world?
I’ve mourned for words i lost myself, and occasionally, for lost words written by others, never to be read. I suppose the same compulsion that leads me to investigate every corner, to read every word that i see, also leads me to try, vainly, to read the words that are just out of my grasp, out there.
If i might take this a little further… i was discussing logic and knowledge with Slacks, Serious, and Professica last week. i found myself trying to articulate an idea of mine regarding thinking about that which cannot be known, in much the same way as mathematicians deal in “unreal numbers”, which can be expressed in mathamatic terms, but never actually defined.
Then again, that might just be the Aspie in me speaking; a thought interrupted or lost, once i’ve begun to describe it, is seemingly lost to me. i find it extremely difficult to re-collect my thoughts and begin again, being bound to have to repeat myself verbatim.
But, ah, this post is starting to wander… time to try and recapture the lost thoughts of my previous essay attempt.

October 8, 2004

another “Last Huzzah?

Filed under: positivity,rants,travel — osteoderm @ 4:02 am

On the road-trip. Been travellin’. For over awhile now, i’ve been out an’ about, seeing old friends, and generally “takin’ care of bidness”; spending my earnings, catching light with the new camera, and generally living well.
For those of you who care to know, my mood has taken a turn for the better; sure, i still think about her, but now the feelin’s vary ‘tween missing her friendship and sympathy, rather than anger and grief. About right now is the time when we were to start speaking again, at least according to her master plan. (more…)

The cause of my newfound joy? Ah… the road-trip: old friends, new friends, good friends. Real intelligent conversations on psychology, politics, and revolution over sushi. Debate on the merits of Marxism at Deserts Cafe. Tapas and confessions with Zoe. Running into Johnny outside the noodle shop in a city neither of us expected to be in. Five nights in a row dining at DV8; knowing all the staff’s names, and being known in return. Absinthe in the company of strangers, friends, and the unknown (have you met the green fairy?). The view from the peak of Hollyburn Mountain, sharing the setting sun with a friend, and feeling the burn in our legs on the long jog down. Sleeping on the best damned mattress at Blue’s. Sleeping on the couch at Lind’s. Sleeping on the air-mattress at Slack’s. Sleeping on the Floor at Ryan & Kim’s. Sleeping in the van behind the bar after the punk show with Findlay shivering and farting beside me. Hundreds of fresh photos (some to find their way to this blog). Discs full of freshly-bootlegged concerts. Laughing at the roots under the carpets of the basement in East Van. Finding out how pissed off Djane was when i split town without telling anyone where i was going. Bumping into Rob (who disappeared once himself) and hearing him say, “After 12 years, you’re the only friend I really regret leaving behind”.
Fuck everyone who calls it external gratification; these true friends of mine are the reason i keep on going. I’m loved unconditionally by people i’d hardly realized were there at all (damn me for a fool)! Love and human relationships are really that important. All we have is each other; even when it seems like nobody is there for you, you can be there for someone else. That’s the greatest thing. Some people talk about the limits to their love and friendship, as if selflessness might only be extended when it cannot compromise your dignity, self-respect, or self-worth. i disagree, but it’s damn hard to become that sort of person is who strong enough to give everything away! In fact, it’s just a little harder than being strong enough to keep it all to yourself.
But now, the paperwork is in order. Summer was a bust, and fall profitable enough, but the coming winter looks to be the best season yet. My mariner’s book has some nice new pages in it, the requisite visas and permits are in my bag, and it’s time to fly away. There’s just time for another “last hurrah”, maybe another meal with friends at DV8, or a rant over fallafel on Commercial Drive. There’s 1/2 a bottle o’ Fireball in the basement, and friends enough, new and old, to share this parting shot. HUZZAH!

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