Sweet, Sweet Victory

5 11 2008

I was a nervous wreck all day yesterday, and even well into 200 electoral votes, but not anymore! (My mother, also, is very excited, that I’m not moving to Bolivia.) I know this isn’t a political blog, but I just had to note my euphoria on just a grand, historic, and unbelievable day. I’m so excited I’m not even sure what to do with myself, and I’m so thrilled to have been a part of creating this new page of our US history books.

I am also, it turns out, again proud to be living in New York, where, until 3 am people were celebrating in the streets, literally.

Cab Celebration

The driver may not look too happy, but underneath that surly exterior, he is.

I didn’t stay out that long, but did manage to catch this party on First Ave, just two blocks from home, where the streets were so packed it took a bus two lights to get through. Ah, New York City. I am enamoured of you once again…

Yes, those are all heads.

Yes, those are all heads.





Election Day Chocolate

3 11 2008

Tomorrow is the big day, the day we’ve all been waiting for, and the day that could change the course of our country’s future. Dramatic, yes, but true nontheless. And I couldn’t be more excited. And more nervous. I have been frenetically checking FiveThirtyEight all weekend, and though it appears we have it in the bag, my stomach is in knots and I’m desperately afraid that something might happen to change it up at the last minute.

The upside to all this nerves is that I’ve made a new discovery. There is nothing better to calm the jitters than a little bit of chocolate, especially when it’s creamy, rich, eco-friendly and Fair Trade. The other day I stumbled into the Whole Foods chocolate aisle, which is a dangerous place to be if you love chocolate as I do. And there, on the shelf, was Alter Eco chocolate, all Fair Trade certified and made with natural ingredients. The bar I chose was made with cocoa harvested from the Bolvian Amazon, and my purchase directly supported “a better life for farming families through fair prices, direct trade, community development and environmental stewardship.”

And it was delicious to boot, honestly, the Dark Velvet Chocolate was the creamiest dark chocolate I’ve ever tasted, with a kick at the end. They have a great selection of interesting flavors and it turns out Alter Eco has a whole line of Fair Trade food items beyond the chocolate, from quinoa to coffee. But I’m still stuck on the chocolate, at least until victory time tomorrow. And if that doesn’t come, you can find me harvesting cocoa in the Bolivian Amazon…





Fall… For Obama

28 10 2008

This weekend I took a little excursion to Allentown, PA to do my part in getting a certain amazing man elected president. A friend of a friend has been organizing trips every Saturday for the past month and finally I had a free Saturday and was able to tag along.

The drive itself can only be described as stunning. The thing I love about east coast highways is that they are always so tree-lined and, well, pretty. Save for stretches of 101 along the coast and a little thing called the Pacific Coast Highway, California highways are, in general, nothing more than retaining walls and the occasional bush. But here on the east coast they’ve got trees, and lots of ’em. And this time of year, trees only mean on thing: COLOR. Tons of it, beautiful, rich golden yellows and burnt oranges, just short of technicolor.

A little before arrival we made an obligatory stop at a Cracker Barrel. I didn’t realize the southern staple came as far north as New Jersey, but I was happy to have my first CB experience. The general store up front was thrillingly kitschy and I’d almost go back just to wander around there. The food was grand, real biscuits and thick grits. Everything a breakfast should be (including the “I ate too much” stomachache after the fact).

And then it was off to knock on doors. Our first route was a neighborhood where the houses were spread out and set back on massive plots, all surrounded by more of those amazing trees. The ground was soggy and covered with leaves, which were really begging me to jump right in (though given the wetness, I had to refrain).  And every house had better Halloween decorations than the next. I’m talking scarecrows, and mummies that make noise, and one house that even had caution tape over the front, making it look even more like a haunted house than it already did.

But here is the best part of all. Despite the monsoon that breezed in and soaked us, our little car managed to hit 120 doors on Saturday. Though some folks chased us away and many were not home, a very exciting number were pro-Obama, and many even got excited when they saw me at the door with my Community Organizers for Obama button (thanks Alex!). And the final numbers for the day? The dedicated folks of Allentown hit more than 2,000 doors on Saturday. In a monsoon no less.

It was not a little exhilarating to have contributed my small part to what promises to be one of the most important and historic elections of our country’s history, and now I’m jonesing for other ways to be involved and my excitement is building. New York is a buzz of excitement as the campaigns are winding down and it’s looking more and more like change is on the horizon. And me, well, I’ve officially fallen.