Saturday, March 05, 2005

Geb mir keine Lüge. Ich bin ein einsamer Typ in der Mitte einer grossen Stadt. Ich hab so viel Wut, ich weiss gar nict was ich damit tun soll. Es ist nicht nur Democrat-Republican. Das ist nur die Richtung meine Ärger aur Zeit fliesst. Ich die ganz grosse Welt erobern, aber ein Harvard oder Yale-Absolvent hat es schone gemacht. Oder...???

Mein Vater, auf jeden Fall ein grosser Mensch, hat den grössten Erfolg vorstellbar geschafft, and der war nur ein kliener jüdischer Jung in einem kleinen Teil der grossen Welt. Trotzdem hat er ein grossen Ort gefunden, wo er wichtig war. Ist es so schlimm das ich etwas besser will. Ja, es ist, weil nicht alle die gleichen Träume erleben können. GAAAAGGGAGAGGGAG

Goooooood, don't they stop talking, ever. They should sleep, give each other a small break, wish the other well, clashes of unarmed citadels of anti-intellectualism, one would think, would lead to Someone giving up... No they. go the fuck on, aiming for semi-celebrity, and what is all that, the joy of just visiting???? Put some actual effort into your life. You know what separates you and Atrios??? He works his ass off. The problem is that it only shows up a few times a day. People. go fall in love....I'm in loveright now, and it may be the only time in my life I actually attempt to write. Talentless though I protointelectual I might be, I'm guided by something.

Tragic, I look at men and women who can write well, superheroically even, and many of them are very sad. many of the best kill themselves even, which leads me to believe that the remaining aren't so happy but haven't gone that far. Your problem is you don't have a soundtrack or a set of rolling papers. Or not. That's all I have now, so I wanna make you jealous.


AHHHHHHHHH, angry indifference. I'm going to lay my head down drunk, be a false prophet, and hope that no one reads this.

Don't wake me.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

They do what they do

Ich weiss gar nicht, was die Pundits sagen werden, aber es ist mehr oder weniger offensichtlich, dass sie alles vorsherbar sagen werden. Auf unserer Seite werden sie bestimmt sagen, dass alles, was Bush gesagt hat, ist quatsch. Die andere Seite wird natürlich sagen, dass er von dem Himmel geschickt wurde, und alles was er sagt, ist heilig und unberührbar. Es ist wirklich lächerlich, da ich nämlich diesen ganzen Konkurenz beobachtet habe, und sie sind immer so provinzlerisch wie normal. Das Schreckliste ist, man kann ja vorher wissen, wass sie sagen werden, und das ist vielleicht ihre grosse Nachteil. Das ist, es gibt keine intellektuelle Freiheit...doch es gibt schon intellektuelle Freiheit, aber man weiss schon, was man sagen wird, und man muss doch fragen, "Inwiefern ist man wirklich frei, wenn alles, dass er sagt oder schreibt vergeshen werden kann?" Es ist eine jahrhunderte alte Frage, aber hier taucht es nochmal. Die amerikanische Blogger Welt ist wirklich leer und sie sind in diesen schrecklien Rhytmuc gensunken, worin sie nur den Vorteil ihrer Seite nehmen wollen und keine richtige intellektuelles Gespräch haben möchten.

Monday, November 29, 2004

The wreck of the Old 527

Anyone attempting to divine the meaning of the title need only click here. The song became a big hit for Johnny Cash, and subsequently was coopted by a band y'all might know something about.

And so the old 527 couldn't hit the brakes in time, the engineer was out to lunch, the brats on the side of the tracks put coins on the rails...something happened.

Perhaps it's too bold to say, perhaps wrong, perhaps too soon, but the experiment with 527's was a fairly thorough failure in the first round. Some successes have been broadly noted and rightfully lauded: ACT registered new voters, the Media Fund aggressively targeted Bush voters, and so forth.

So, why the talk of cock-ups? Anyone who spent any time in a swing state can tell you: the proliferation of 527 TV advertisements, and the requisite muddling of an already incoherent campaign message, was a total waste of money. Casual observers noted that the airwaves were cluttered with pretty much non-stop political cacophonious nonsense in the run-up to the election. Operating from the premise that all political ads are already full of shit, you had 20 different organizations all shoveling their own brand of shit down people's throats. How someone was to be convinced to vote for Kerry in such an environment is beyond me.

Further, without a coordinated front against Bush, the criticisms ranged from mortgaging our children's future to selling our children's present to refashioning impressions of our past. Perhaps three or four words were all we needed--an 'it's the economy, stupid' or 'compassionate conservatism'--and what we got was the message equivalent of the CPA exam. Imagining a bizarro world in which the Kerry campaign had actually developed a coherent public message, it probably wouldn't have done much good, insofar as paid media was such a mess. With such a turbid admixture of advertisements and sloganeering, whatever soap hawking jingle the Kerry campaign might have had would have been sunk before launch. Even earned media became difficult to come by, as the myriad anti-Bush groups jockeyed for still more precious airtime and those few scants mentions by Judy Woodruff.

Then there's the voter file and canvassing problems. MoveOn, ACT, and the Dems each had voter files, some of which might have been more accurate than others. More to the point, however, they duplicated efforts, double-time. The same low turnout neighborhoods were inundated, the same doors knocked, perhaps at the expense of other deserving areas. Frequent tales of jovially encountering another fellow canvasser on the beat were lovely for amplifying the joy of knowing there were others out there, but they belie a deep and legally binding divide which rendered our fractious coalition much less effective.

Basically, the means of communication between the groups must improve so that we may be able to avoid such pitfalls in the future. They certainly do present bold and interesting possibilities for future success, but this first go-round was embarassing for us all.