Obama, What a guy!

Tonight Obama gave his speech at the DNC (Democratic National Convention for those who spontaneously came into existence), and for those who missed it, the man was utterly amazing. It was surely not a coincidence that he timed his speech for the same day that Dr. King gave his address at the Lincoln monument 45 years earlier; his speech conjured all the same emotions that unified Americans then. He talked about how patriotism isn't red or blue, not Democrat or Republican, etc.; he talked about how he tucks his daughters in at night while promising them a better tomorrow and how he knew that's what his listeners did as well. I mean, this guys whole mantra of hope really got some levity tonight. For those less privy to the lightning strike that is Obama, it's hard to prevent yourself from simply sitting back and exclaiming: whoa!



I loosely paid attention to the previous days of the DNC, one of the stubbornly political apathetic twenty-somethings left. My cynicism so overwhelming that I was ready to write off Obama as little more than a novelty; a diversion tactic contrived by a decomposing political machine. Being a member of the post-Existentialist generation, disassociation with institutions is common; but Obama really is a rare find in a sea of duplicates. I watched and listened as this man spoke with the passion and authority as an evangelical preacher; the gentle persuasion of a loving father; the subtle suggestion of an older brother--he had it all. I became convinced he's the man to lead this country out of this first decade of the 21st century into the present of future possibilities.

Now please don't mistake my tone, I'm not one to be swayed to yield all objection because of a good speech, but I am inclined to take a leap of faith--and perhaps the audacity of hope will be warranted as Obama comes through on these audacious promises.

Thoughts on love..

Often described as a quintessential human emotion, love is as elusive as it is obvious. We can usually tell when people are in love, but if you ask a hundred different people what makes it so visible, your likely to get as many answers. My mother once told me that you would know when you're in love because just the thought of the person was enough to make you want to cry. A bit pecuilar I thought, but hey, by virtue of the fact i'm asking I really wasn't in a position to question it.

So my own experience lead me here; writing a post about how i think the idea of love is highly overated, but simultaneously experiencing the feeling that defines millions of books, movies, and songs--heartbreak. It, of course, goes without saying that the only time your heart can be broken is when it is preceded by being in love. What an unfair relationship: the greatest joy being the reciprocal of the greatest sorrow humans can experience.

I told myself I would do all I was able to avoid this most unfortunate of emotions. Why be so enraptured by a person that you lose touch with who you are only to be let down when it ends? But as most would know--it's not quite that simple. It seems like cupid floats his pudgy little ass around like a spy satellite, waiting for the first opportunity to descend on an unsuspecting target. But the feeling is so invigorating; nothing else makes life worth living more than the feeling of extacy that is being in love. So here we have a psychological dichotomy: one one hand, the complete anihilation of a person's since of reason and will; but on the other hand, a feeling so strong as to be able to motivate mankind to its highest aspirations.

So what conclusion have I come to after this thorough analysis of the zenith of human emotions? Fuck love!