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Interlude of poetry;

I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his at it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the mornng, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day–at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
–Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass




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I don’t like writing about politics, and I have refrained from commenting on the current election because it doesn’t fit in with the spirit of this blog (with the exception of commenting on an email I received from American Apparel during the primaries).  From this moment on, I am going to stick to Linus Van Pelt’s declaration that the three things that shouldn’t be discussed are politics, religion and The Great Pumpkin.  I am cautiously optimistic that change is-a gonna come (must listen to Otis later), but I am disheartened that Proposition 8 is likely going to pass in California.  It may not, but it’s not looking good.  And regardless, similar bans DID pass unequivocably in Florida and Arizona.

A few days after my and the Mr.’s wedding, our friend Kallipher wrote one of the most humbling recollections of that day.  The Monday morning after getting back from Italy I read it, and I broke down into tears (apparently jet lag made me especially weepy this time around) because I was so moved.  It reminded me of the wedding we attended two years ago that took place in a loft in Boston where the love between the couple was so palable amongst the small group assembled and how it was what made Michael and I so excited for the day we would be able to do the same (we had gotten engaged a month prior).

It breaks my heart that not everyone who attends a wedding like that can have that kind of delicious expectation…at least not now.  But with time comes change.  Yesterday proved that.

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The most interesting email appeared in my inbox this morning: 


I must say, I give them a lot of credit for not only wearing their politics on their sleeve, but to be at least somewhat fairly balanced with regards to both parties.

Happy Super-Ginormous-Fat-Fasnaught-Tsunami Tuesday everyone! 

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