6 posts tagged “obamobsession 2009”

Thank you Woffsilog, for sharing this HufPo piece.

Thank you yesterday's Jezebel:

The Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Baily Center for Elephant conservation has announced the birth of its first elephant calf conceived via artificial insemination. The baby Asian elephant is named Barack. Take that GOP!

11:22am Saturday.

geeoff sends me this:

This Mutha Fucka....  (via Jezebel)

I'd like to introduce a new little tidbit I'm going to also try to update frequently to keep sane over the course of the next year. (The half way point/ last year of my grad program).

Obamobsession Watch 2009.

Background to follow but this will be how I categorize random things I see, hear, experience related to our nations freakishly severe fanaticism about our 44th President. Enjoy Y'all.

4 and a half years ago whilst brainstorming what my senior thesis in “American Culture,” – a project or paper reflecting 4 years of culminating experience which really amounted to opinions that Americans are fat and rude– a friend and I chatted about what sort of topics I could cover regarding our huge population of mixed race individuals.

Ideas included:

• A mixed race-centric school: each year would focus on looking at different moments in history, or literature but driven by mixed race experience
•  Looking at the 2000 census
• Research around if there is a need to establish formalized mixed race communities
  

At each juncture in the convo, this friend urged me to consider interviewing mixed race celebrities or public figures– of particular note was this young mulatto senator for Illinois.
“Right,” I thought, “because politicians have time to entertain requests made by students at private liberal arts schools.”

Ok yeah, fireworks should be going off for you right now, yes it was our dear President Elect, a notion that only dawned on me AFTER the election.

I should have done it. Damn I should have tried. But how the hell was I supposed to know, 4.5 years ago, on the brink of GWB’s SECOND term beginning that that senator would be him. That that senator would BE our next president… Shit I’m not psychic.

But the realization that I could have at least attempted to know this man, 4.5 years before he’d reach the level of popularity he has (Note: last week I saw a post on Jezebel.com that asked “IS OBAMA THE NEW ANGELINA)… and known him at least in the sense that he may have entertained my request for an interview via phone, via email… kind of makes me disenchanted with my former self… don’t assume I’m on some tip to make life altering moves to go for everything out there, I’m obviously too pessimistic to take every risk I’m presented.

But really folks… Why is every liberal minded person in this nation suddenly acting like they know this man personally? I don’t. I could have, but I’m not gonna dwell on that fact any longer. Instead why are people buggin?

Poppa Magtonic and my best friend have become so obsessed with Obama’s nice fade that the two have suddenly upped their game and dad had me clean up his lines the other day before I could put my bag down.

An honorary Magtonic/sister friend of mine had a dream Obama wore a bedazzled dashiki to his inauguration.

Another friend while working on a project asked me what I thought of the color scheme. I asked why it was pastel pink & baby blue… he said it was a subtle shout out to Obama, like red white and blue… I said Bullshit.

Several colleagues and friends are headed out to DC on Tuesday just to be there. Headed out there from the SF Bay, no real plans with what to do or how they’ll be involved in the festivities but just feeling like they NEED to be a part of this day that they have THAT much personal investment in it. And while that’s rad, and I’m only slightly jealous is it worth all the trouble to stand in a crowd of millions or sit in a bar just a few miles away and share only remotely in the same thing individuals who have real tickets are experiencing? I mean how different is that than being here on the Best Coast? Sounds a little too much like being stupid enough to go to Times Square on New Year’s Eve.

Don’t get me wrong. I love this man too. I sometimes wish he was my uncle (but I wish that of people like the SF superintendent of public instruction and Timbaland). I had a dream about him recently as well, well namely that his corn-rowed body guard saved me from a freak monsoon in SF (yes I am that weird). But really people?

Is this how shit was with Kennedy?

More to come clearly.