Posted on June 22, 2008 by riverdaughter
That’s what my college choral director always told us to do with Mozart pieces, well, except for that Lacrimosa. And even that is a waltz. What he meant was that most people think of Mozart in very staid, conservative terms. It’s “classical” music, therefore, it must be serious and boooooorrrrrrinnnng. But actually, I’ve found Mozart to have written some pretty sexy pieces. One of the Te Deums by him ihas a long fugue with all of the parts taking turns and chasing one another building to a delicious crescendo. It is orgasmic.
So, you’re asking, where am I going with this? I dunno. I think what brought it to mind is that I’ve noticed a certain stridency and anger in the PUMAsphere lately and it’s a little disconcerting. For one thing, what has happened has happened and while it is perfectly reasonable to be angry about it, there comes a point in time when we have to move to the next phase. We have to turn that anger into action and that’s hard to do if you’re feeling like you can’t change anything, that you’re still pissed, and that you’re depressed. Is that the face that we want to show the rest of the blogosphere? I mean, here we are, sitting on top of 18 MILLION votes and we’re still angry?
PUMAs, I’m far from angry. I’m positively delighted to have my hand on the lever. I think it’s wonderful that one side wants to court us and the other is trying desperately to make us shut up and “get over it”. What we are doing now is assembling our orchestra, tuning up and will soon will be playing in unison. All we have to do is keep the coalition together in solidarity. And the best way to attract the forlorn and resigned is to “keep it light and dancing”.
Rico, may I have a glass of pinot grigio?
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Posted on June 22, 2008 by riverdaughter
I met Paulie Abeles in Harrisburg when she walked into Hillary Headquarters with a list of creative canvassing techniques. For a full 10 minutes, she commanded the attention of the staffer behind the front desk and ticked off her suggestions all of them brilliant.
She was a pretty blonde suburban mom from Maryland with bright red lipstick and a stylish bag under one arm. I was waiting for a canvassing partner and she sure seemed like the energetic type. So, we paired up for the afternoon. She was amiable and engaging. Her canvassing pitch turned out to be significantly different from mine but it was oddly complementary. She told me about how important it was to leave handwritten notes on the doors of homeowners who were not home, how to make it personal, how to ask for their vote, not their support and how to never address them by their first names. I learned a lot from her.
What I *didn’t* learn was how racist she was. She never let that part of her personality reveal itself. She kept her white robes and hood carefully concealed and honestly, I never knew that she was a bigot. I’ll be damned, she really had *me* fooled. Oh, there was no doubt that she was an unapologetic Clintonista and she was clearly upset by the thought that Obama might be a malignantly undemocratic operator. But if there was any racism in her, she showed no traces of it to me.
We parted as friends but lost touch over the madness of the next couple of months. Lately, she has endured a firestorm from the Obamaphiles out there. They have outed her, called her at all hours of the day and night, threatened her and her family, which includes two small children. Paulie is a devoted stay-at-home mom who doesn’t watch TV and I’m sure she never intended to be in the eye of the storm like this. The thugs who are thoughtlessly calling her a racist and cavalierly putting her and her family at risk of violence better back off. Maybe we don’t see eye to eye on the voting strategy for the fall but she is NOT a racist and anyone who says otherwise should come and say so to my face if they are itchin’ for a fight.
So, are you feeling lucky, punk? Go ahead, make my day.
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