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So, what’s happening up towards Dixville Notch? Jim? Nancy? Who else have we got up that way?
I just gave Patrick a large rock I’ve been saving for this occasion. I collected it from Dixville Notch when I was up there visiting, that time I sprained my ankle when I was photographing the moose.
No word yet from the midnight voting (it's only 11:21pm now), but the scene on the ground at the Dean HQ was upbeat and good. We're hoping for better weather than predicted (snow and more cold), but, frankly, snow may help the numbers for Dean, as the committed Dean people are more likely to brave snow to go out and vote that the others (and that's not just because I'm a Dean person -- everyone is saying the same thing around here).
Elric is going to be at the polls all day (7am-7pm) and I'll be phoning and driving house-bounders all day from a local supporter's house, where the Auburn people are working from. The HQ would be far more exciting to man, but they want me local tomorrow. Besides, I've been surrounded by adrenaline and 20-somethings at HQ for months now, working in the offices for them doing data input and phoning and such. It's been a wild ride for this old broad.
I'm staying up till midnight to hear the Dixville count. It's not like it takes a long time to count 11 votes. I'll report back here if I can.
Even the American Research Group, whose initials always make me want to talk like a pirate, is showing evidence of a significant Dean comeback.
ARG have consistently been the hardest on Dean of any polling operation, so this probably means he really is "surging" (dig that pundit speak!) into a strong second place.
Still, after Iowa, I'm not making any predictions, since a week from now when Bill Clinton endorses the front-running Leiberman-Kucinich ticket, I'll look really silly.
Later, on the morning of the avalanche, the yeti kidnapped Blanche...
...and took her to his cave up in the Rockies.
Dixville Notch: Clark, 8 out of 14. This meaningless political statistic brought to you via the comments on Eschaton.
Haven't heard that song for a quarter of a century...
I have NEVER heard that song. I was going to ask, but I think I'll look it up instead.
The one copy I found online was at Doc Searls' place. NatLamp of course, and I wonder how I could have missed it the first time around . . .
The Research Triangle Park isn't normally a bastion of winter weather, but after spending a couple of days snowed I am fully able to empathize with "Colorado". Seeing the song referenced absolutely made my day. For those of you who don't already know and love the song, it is, indeed, courtesy of the National Lampoon, from their savage Woodstock parody _Lemmings_. It's back in print and available on CD for those of you who don't feel like dusting off or acquiring a turntable.
Phil "Except for Blanche who wouldn't leave her man" Lee
Was in my usual Sunday/Tuesday night chat room, Pinky's place, as usual we talked about the usual assortment of things from space to politics.
Grampa Codgers (Bob Tucker) commented,
Real soon now some upstart nation will invade us, looking for weapons of mass illusion.
Uh, huh. I cede to his greater wisdom.... (I asked if I could quote him.... he said "amen, pass it along!") He's soooo cool!
Colorado
by Christopher Guest, Sean Kelly, and Tony Hendra, 1973
I'm stuck in this old city now where living ain't no fun
Where steel and glass and concrete cancel out the wind and sun
And I'm thinking of last winter now
when we walked hand in hand
In the trails of the Colorado RockiesThe wind sang us a lullaby, the snow was thick as cream,
And icicles were chandeliers like crystal in a dream
And the streams were strips of diamond
And the hills were white as snow,
And a bear ate all our soybeans in the nightOh, Colorado's calling me
From her hillsides and her rivers and her mesas and her trees,
When blizzards snap the power lines
And all the toilets freeze
In December in the Colorado RockiesWe had time and space and freedom,
We had love and peace to spare
Though we ran out of things to smoke and say and eat and wear
And the morning of the avalanche
The Yeti kidnapped Blanche
And took her to his cave up in the Rockies.Oh, Colorado's calling me
From her glaciers and her canyons and her badlands and ravines,
And infectious hepatitis
Was all that came to stay
In January in the Colorado RockiesThe baby didn't die until we'd burned up all our wood
Considering we ate her raw, she tasted pretty good
Then the fascist health inspectors
Dug us out and mailed us home --
Except for Blanche who wouldn't leave her mate.Oh, Colorado's calling me
From her mountains and her rivers and her meadows and her trees
They tell me I'll be cured soon
Thawed and ready to return
When it's April in the Colorado Rockies.