The shuttle this morning was packed with Obama fans. Obama is speaking at AU today. I went to the main campus to get a book at the bookstore. As I walked down to the law school, I saw the long line of people waiting to get in. The security guards forced me to walk down a different sidewalk, and areas were roped off. The line went from the Bender Arena, up the hill, around the corner, down Massachusetts Ave., past the Seminary, around the corner, and into the neighborhood.
I would like to attend and see and hear Obama. I would like to be part of the event. But what I find myself fascinated by is not Obama or what he'll discuss. What fascinates me is the phenomena surrounding the event: the people, the security, the line. I want to know the issues and have opinions about policies and positions, but what I really like is observing the craziness that accompanies it.
I overheard some women on the shuttle. They discussed all kinds of political issues. They laughed and scoffed together as they presented sound opinions based on polls, studies, and results. Age, economics, wars, race, Bush, everything. It all is relevant, and they covered it all in the 10 minutes we had, but its not what gets me going. This town is an interesting place to live and attend school, but my passions don't quite fit what this town seems to be built on. I was more fascinated by the tacky turquoise eye shadow the one woman was wearing and the masculine laugh she had.
And then I reached my favorite spot on the walk from main campus to WCL: the modern/minimalist house that is getting a huge addition and renovation. I can't decide if I like it what they're doing to it. I mean, they're ruining the effect of the short width, tall singular gable, and simple design with the 3 flat-topped, cube additions. If they had just put gables on the additions then there would at least be a repeating pattern and uniformity. But regardless, I could ponder that far longer than what Obama has to say today.
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I want to see this house.
Me too. I want to see the house.
Oh, and good post. It's funny how we each pick what's going to matter to us in a given day. Sometimes that can be frustrating... I was talking to a friend the other day about universal health care and I was like, "Why doesn't this get you fired up and so angry?!" Well, I was like that in my head. On the outside I was playing it cool.
I also find the reverse frustrating, when others tried to get me fired up about something and I'm just like, "Blah." I went with some friends to a protest a while back. Everyone was all fired up and yelling through megaphones. The object of protest completely disinterested me. I couldn't figure out what people were upset about. The only thing that got me worried the whole day was that Jesus showed up and I was wearing flipflops. If I would have known He was going to be there, I probably would have worn a nice close toed shoe. Oh, and repented of my sins.
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