Hello Cruel World: My Plan For Tuesday And Thereafter

Somebody once told me that yawning was a sign of contempt.  So pardon me while I yawn about the Pennsylvania, North Carolina, and Indiana primaries and any other ones that might be coming.  And pardon me while I yawn about those anti-democratic superdelegates and their views  And the polling.  And the delegate counts.  And the diaries about people who won’t vote for Obama.  Or Hillary.  And the diaries about how wonderful Hillary is.  And Obama.  And the speculation about the remaining endorsements (Al Gore, John Edwards, Mr. Magoo).  And the talk about the recent ABC “debate.”  And the talk about the brokered/open convention.  This stuff has turned into something stronger than SominexTM.  I’m yawning uncontrollably.  I’m amazed, however, that my yawn apparently isn’t triggering widespread yawns across the country, throughout left Blogsylvania, and beyond.

I have intense, incurable primary fatigue.  My span of attention expired weeks and weeks ago, when it was clear to me that Obama would and should be the nominee and that Hillary was too powerful with insiders and attachment just to stop campaigning.  I don’t care if it was clear to the candidates, because despite the obvious circumstances Hillary isn’t dropping out of anything.  And so, she slogs on.  Slogging tomorrow through Pennsylvania, and on to the next bog.  And those of us in the typing classes, what about us?  She can slog all she wants,but I’m done with this.  Done until there’s a nominee.  Finished until after the convention.  And I don’t want to hear anything more about it until the primary race is over.

I’m yawning so hard my jaw and my temples hurt.  And so I’m going on to the next things.  Of cours, I’m inviting you all to come with me.  In that way this is a Hello Cruel World Diary, a diary in which we step back from the screen and look around at the world outside it.

*Baseball season is underway.  When you watch or listen to the game, it’s about balls and strikes and mostly about making outs.  The strategy has been the same for a century.  Let’s play ball. Going to the ballpark is great.  Even sitting in front of the TV is fine.  Listening on the radio is old school.  And you know what?  They never mention the primaries.  Perfect.

*I’m returning to reading short stories by Jorge Luis Borges.  Two I love are The Zahir and its opposite, The Aleph.  These are particularly good now, because last week, unbeknownst to us in the US Buenos Aires was smothered in smoke.  We didn’t know about this, did we.  Why?  Well, it’s the primary season and our world view (like the Zahir) appears to have become locked on Pennsylvania to the exclusion of the rest of the Universe, especially Argentina, which we ignore even on a good day.

*I’m stepping away from the keyboard and going for a long walk.  With my dog.  Yesterday, I heard a bullfrog for the first time this Spring season.  If I had been sitting at the keyboard, as I am now, I would have missed this.  Or forgotten it.  Or assumed that it was just something else I wasn’t paying attention to.  Yesterday, I was wondering why my dog seemed slightly forlorn.  Maybe it was because she doesn’t give a damn about the primaries and would rather look for rabbits.  And to do that, she prefers to have me along to stir them up.  

*For now, I’m avoiding all essays and diaries about the candidates.  I’m going to go back to reading and writing about other stuff.  Latin America.  Torture.  The law.  Anything but the primaries.

I invite you all to join me.  Enough is certainly enough.  I know I can be a good an excellent Progressive by turning my attention elsewhere.  And I’m going to do just that.


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  1. though i dont start watching baseball until hockey ends…

  2. Tips for walking away from primary fatigue.

    Thanks for reading.

  3. and we haven’t had it yet.

    I have to slog through hockey season before I deal with any other sport.

    I have a  used and battered but perfectly serviceable kayak I have to master, and a motorcycle that is really almost a scooter because you don’t have to shift gears, to unfear myself of.

    We have barn swallows nesting in a corner outside the house and I haven’t figured out how to sneak up on them for pictures and vultures nesting near by.

    And the dog has been punky lately so I need to get him back into our walking routine.

    So, yeah, you’re right there is stuff to do isn’t there?

    • pico on April 21, 2008 at 23:36


    • Alma on April 22, 2008 at 01:26

    I commend you!  I’ve had it for months.

    • kj on April 22, 2008 at 02:42

    going on?   sorry to have to resort to such a banal answer, but i’m still burnt from the 2003 primaries and haven’t found it necessary to tune into these yet… although enough comes in via osmosis that i agree with you, davidseth.

    for Pico:  i read Edwidge Danticat’s “The Dew Breaker” and, as always, am more than slightly jealous of that young woman’s  talent.  

    I have a copy of “Labyrinths,” so will read Borges “The Zahir.”  Also, the “Monkey Wrench Gang” just arrived in the mail, a generational classic i missed somehow.

    In NL’s essay the other night we talked a little bit about Lorca’s “Duende” and wished both you and Pico were around to weigh in.

    I’m fighting a cold.  The dandelions are in bloom.

    • kj on April 22, 2008 at 02:45

    davidseth, your book hasn’t arrived!  am going to have to go do some tracking down via Barnes and Nobel.  or else see if i can order directly via the publisher.

    have you read “This Craft of Verse” by Borges?  A series of Harvard lectures he gave in 1967-68.

    • frosti on April 22, 2008 at 04:57
  4. won’t go near it!

  5. just wake me up when it’s over and point me to the name with the (D) next to it.

    There’s lots of other things going on in the world right now that deserve our attention.

    • OPOL on April 23, 2008 at 16:20

    fucker must be blind.  🙂

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