Wednesday, February 13, 2008

To Barak and Beyond

To My Candidate, An Apology:

Dear Senator Obama, I'm sorry that I forgot to go to the polls at 6AM on primary day. I had planned to vote early because I worked that day and wouldn't get off before the polls closed. But when I woke up that morning, I forgot. I was so excited to vote too. It reminded me of my first time voting absentee while sitting on top of a warm dryer at my campus laundromat.

However, it turned out all right - a sweep of the Potomac Primary's! Congratulations! I vow right now, that no matter what happens on voting day on November, I'll be there to cast my ballot for you.

Meanwhile, check out the Obama swag and maybe some of his platform. And now a little clip from the first time I heard Obama and fell a little in love.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Let's Indulge the Right Side of the Brain

I'm not sure where the pleasure centers of the brain are located, but I wanted to indulge in a little right-sided love poetry for one of my favorite things: Diet Coke.

An Ode
Oh Diet Coke with your limey goodness,
Bubbles bursting, breaking, yearning, reaching for my nose.
I drink you in tribute to your effervescent nature,
You delightful, dear, wonderful, refreshing secret formula.

Badly done poetry is the surest sign of undying love. I look forward to my evening drive to work, with NPR on my radio, my stick shift in 3rd, and a diet coke in hand.

And now a musical tribute to Coca Cola and mixed up men named Lola.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

I Am The Working Poor

So as my first blog entry, I want to tell you about taxes. Because who collects more fun facts than the IRS? The Encyclopedia Britannica - true. However, the E. B. isn't relevant here and they can't ruin you financially, so I'm ignoring them for the moment.

Being the geek I am, I did my taxes yesterday a full 2 months and 10 days before the deadline. Being the American I am, I've already spent my tax refund in my head. Lucky day for me, making almost no money last year actually qualified me for the Earned Income Tax Credit. Uncle Sam has declared me a part of the working poor. I will now be accepting alms, donations, gift horses, and all other gratituties your rich guilt feels the need to bestow.