What would have been ... what should have been ...
... and the saddest thing of all, what could have been.
Hillary in '12 or '16. I'm thinking '12, but I'm often wrong in my political judgments. Maybe Barack really will win in a rout, and maybe I just don't get it. It still should have been her.
I still don't really feel like voting for him ... and in D.C., where he will get, like, 93% of the vote anyway, it really won't matter.
I need to post a new entry but I'm really tired right now. Earlier tonight, I had dinner with Kristof and Scuba Steve -- it's his birthday tomorrow -- at Bua's. Kristof and I then walked briefly to Cobalt for only about a 20 minute stay. Now I'm home.
While walking from the restaurant, transiting the very fringe of the Forbidden / Exclusion Zone, did I catch a glimpse of a certain stellar presence beneath an awning and strangely veiled in early summer night shadows?
In the 15 yard or so shadowy distance, it was all dark hair and big arms linked to a seated figure at once hulking and yet so intrinsically attractive and who appeared to have noticed me.
More likely, it was probably just the interplay of night shadows and imagination.
A few minutes ago, I was trying to pay my RCN cable / internet bill online but I was typing in my routing code and bank account in the wrong boxes. I didn't realize this and instead went into a shrieking fit, until I realized it and then it was like nothing happened.
I guess I'm just nutty or nuts.
Sunrise, Hilton Head, S.C.
I'm severely behind on an assignment at work. Beyond that, my boss agreed to my Monday schedule tweak so that I may now take a class Monday evenings at 530PM and Wed. night at 7PM. My student loan refund arrived. I'm actually NOT broke right now AND it doesn't APPEAR that 85 percent of my refund ($6101) will INSTANTLY vanish on three - week - late - rent, debt to friends, and bills.
I hope it rains tomorrow but it may be a close call. But no weather or politics tonight.
Island Beach State Park, New Jersey.
Oh, yes, my dad is coming up from Florida to go to his 50th high school reunion in Long Branch, New Jersey on Sept. 6, and the plan, it now seems, is that I go with him (I'm taking off Friday, Sept. 5th) but I'm not going to the event itself, which is fine with me. (Gary and I may be going back up to NJ on the weekend of Sept. 12 - 13.)
Being there with him -- our first time there together since May 1994 -- will be bizarre, surreal, in a place so filled with ghosts from my lost 1970s childhood and 1980s teenage summer years.
Oh, yes, I forgot. Some of my here-and-now 2008 friends in Washington, D.C. want to meet him when he is here on Thur., Sept. 4th (he's staying overnight in my broom closet of a place). I explained they want to meet him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you're legendary," I said.
P.S. This story from today's USA Today about the possible tragic real-life origins of Superman involving the untimely death of the father of one of the co-creators made me cry.