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The First Tuesday Following the First Monday in November

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I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed watching a concession speech quite as much as I enjoyed Elizabeth Dole’s. She was obviously quite bitter, and I’m not sure if she was more pissed off at Kay Hagan or at whichever of her staffers suggested the “Godless Americans” campaign that backfired so completely.

And as I post, CNN and NBC have just called the election for Barack Obama.

It’s pretty historic, all in all. We have our first African American President, North Carolina has its first female governor, and one woman defeated another woman in our Senate race.

But whither California?

Either way, I’m going to bed now.

Videolog: I Dream Alone

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I Dream Alone
The Graphic, 1984

That’s The Graphic, a/k/a the Triad’s own Treva Spontaine and the Graphics, via Duncan. I didn’t even know there was a video for this song, although I have a nice recording of a WUAG station ID that features it, and them, and was assembled by him.

I leave you alone now, both to dream and to decipher those pronouns.

New Stuff. Sort Of.

Our front porch has a new column. Actually, it’s a restoration of an old column that disappeared sometime during the 45-year history of our house. Yes, the house is old enough that I’m speaking in terms of “restoration”.

And my mom has a new Hyundai. Which means that I’ll soon be inheriting her six-year-old, very low-mileage Buick. Which means that our garage will now house a Buick and an Oldsmobile. Which means that Mark and I are well on the way to being the old codgers we desperately so long to be.

Strangely enough, that six-year-old Buick will be the same age my 1991 Toyota was when I bought it, not to mention the same age my 1974 Firebird was when I bought it. I’m not a fan of brand new cars. I’ve only ever bought one, and it was the worst piece of shit I’ve ever owned.

I Win

When you put a lot of graduate students in a room together, what you usually wind up with is a pissing contest where everyone tries to prove that he or she is the busiest person in the room. Screw that. I know I’m the busiest person in the room, so I have nothing to prove.

My Newest Way to Feel Old

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One of my big, pressing projects right now is to create an EAD-compliant finding aid for the papers of the man who was chancellor at UNCG when I was an undergraduate there. I’m not sure if I’m more disturbed by the fact that my undergraduate years are now officially part of university history or by the fact that my undergraduate years are now officially part of university history and that I’m the one documenting them. Either way, it’s nothing but a really big XML file anyway, I guess.

One of my other big, pressing projects is my exciting annotated bibliography on the history of the America shopping center. No, I’m not really sure what it has to do with what I’m studying, either, but at least it was more fun than most of the stuff I’ve been doing the past month or so. I’ll post it here when it’s done. There are pretty pictures and a nice history essay as well.

This may be the last you hear from me for the next couple of weeks.