Susan Drake, whom I met at the Praxis Peace Institute conference in Monterey this summer, forwards this link to a great new video targeting young women who have not yet voted in a presidential election despite being eligible. It can be viewed or downloaded directly from the site.

Snip from the site:

“One Vote” is a 6-minute video about women and voting, directed by two-time Oscar nominees Deborah Hoffmann and Frances Reid. At a time when women’s political muscle is more crucial than ever, “One Vote” aims to free voters from hopelessness, apathy and self-imposed disenfranchisement.

My friend Barb Fillips prepares to move from Marin County to upstate New York to be with her aging (90+) parents. She sends a Rumi poem I had not heard:

Pale sunlight.

Pale the wall.

Love moves away.

The light changes.

I need more grace

Than I thought.

My dad gave me a subscription to the New Yorker magazine as a college graduation present, which I kept up for many years. Recently I’ve taken to reading from their website — I can even get the cartoons online!

Today I’m smiling to read the incisive opinion of the magazine’s recently hired editor David Remnick, one of the finest journalists in the land.

“There’s a case to be made that it hardly matters how eloquent or effective John Kerry was at the Democratic National Convention (…) What matters infinitely more is that George W. Bush is the worst President the country has endured since Richard Nixon, and even mediocrity would be an improvement. Indeed, if one regards the Bush Administration’s sins of governance—its distortion of intelligence in a time of crisis, its grotesque indulgence of the rich at the expense of the rest, its arrogant dissolution of American prestige and influence abroad, its heedless squandering of the world’s resources—as worse than the third-rate burglary and second-rate coverup of thirty years ago, then President Bush is in a league only with the likes of Harding, Fillmore, Pierce, and Buchanan.”

Late night surfing I thought to see if George Carlin has a website. Sure enough, with a delightful autobiography decade by decade. His comedy album “AM and FM” was I think the second album I ever bought, age around thirteen. My friend Steve Tomich and I went to see him at the Sacramento Memorial Auditorium before we even knew what pot was.

The site has a hilarous intro, and gems scrolling across the bottom:

Human beings are kind of interesting from birth until they reach the age of a year and a half. Then they are boring until they reach fifty. By that time they’re either completely defeated and fucked up, which makes them interesting again, or they’ve learned how to beat the game, and that makes them interesting too.

I never eat sushi. I have trouble eating things that are merely unconscious.

There ought to be at least one round state.