I do not understand how I ended up on both mailing lists.
I do not understand how I ended up on both mailing lists.
The Dallas County Republican Party has sued to get over 120 Democratic candidates off the ballot in one of the state’s biggest Democratic strongholds.
Republicans argued in a lawsuit filed Friday that the Democrats’ county chair, Carol Donovan, did not sign the candidates’ ballot applications before submitting them to the secretary of state’s office as required by state law. Instead, someone else put her signature on the applications, the lawsuit alleges.
“Laws have consequences and the law is crystal clear, only the county Chair can sign candidate applications, not others purporting to be the county Chair,” Missy Shorey, chairwoman of the Dallas County GOP, said in a statement Monday.
The list of 128 Democrats targeted by the GOP includes candidates for U.S. House down to justice of the peace. Among the incumbents named in the lawsuit are state Sen. Royce West as well as state Reps. Eric Johnson, Victoria Neave and Toni Rose.
“We have assembled a legal team of Dallas’ best and brightest Democratic election law attorneys,” Donovan said in a statement Sunday. “Though we are taking this case seriously, the Republican Party’s lawsuit is not supported by Texas law. We will fight to ensure that all Democratic voters in Dallas County can participate in a fair Primary election.”
Donovan and other Democrats portrayed the lawsuit as Republicans resorting to the court because they cannot win at the ballot box. Democrats also decried the lawsuit as an effort to disenfranchise minority voters, with Johnson – one of the candidates named in the lawsuit – calling it “just the latest attempt by Texas Republicans to take away the ability of minority voters to elect candidates of their choice.”
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One of the WordPress.com users I worked with today had recently written a post on her site mentioning the Talking Heads’ song Once in a Lifetime, so of course it’s been running in a loop in my head all day. Time to share!
God, I love my job.
I’m not always a fan of Google Maps (especially when it makes me exit a freeway and then inexplicably have me re-enter it at the next entrance) but this always makes me ridiculously happy:
Sometimes life takes you into unexpected directions. And just as often, so does writing.
I originally started writing my war novel with the idea that the protagonist’s primary relationship would be with the stricken women with which he’s tasked to care for. (He’s a doctor in a war zone that eventually becomes occupied territory.) But after about a hundred pages in — god, what took so long? — I realized that the relationship that intrigued me the most was the one that was developing and expanding between him and the enemy. Specifically, the man from the enemy camp who is charged with taking care of him.
I’m in Day 11 of National Novel Writing Month, and rather than starting over with a new novel in keeping with NaNoWriMo tradition, I’ve opted to continue the same novel with an eye towards finally completing the first draft by the time I crawl across the finish line on November 30th. I’ve taken more detours in the draft as it’s grown and expanded over the last few years, and sometimes the detours have led me to other, new characters with whom my protagonist has struck up new friendships, but I’ve always found myself drawn back to that same thread that ties the protagonist and his primary opponent and captor to each other. The vision I originally had for the story hasn’t just evolved but has taken off into an entirely different trajectory. The biggest struggle I have now is to ensure that the women doesn’t become just a sideshow because that was the entire reason I was compelled to write the story in the first place. If anything, that’s the most compelling thing that draws the two men together.
My job now is to make sure the detour doesn’t take me too far off the path I’ve set for myself and get me lost. Being lost in a story can be a good thing, but losing the story itself would be a tragedy.
Over the years I’ve shared my life with seven dogs and I’ve loved them all, but none have meant more to me than Bella. Today I had to let her go, and I’m remembering what an impact she has had on me.
She possessed a fiercely independent spirit that I connected with in a way I never have with any other creature, and that connection was so deep that it forced me to confront how we treat animals as mere product. I gave up eating meat in part because of the bond we have shared.
She was unique, she was beautiful, and she was loved. It hurts so much to let her go, but I’m so glad we shared each other’s lives. I like to think we’re both better off for it.
“Rave runs” seem to be a popular blog post topic, so I figured I’d add some of my own. This one qualified not because of location (it’s the same neighborhood I get 90% of my runs in) but because of circumstances: it was the first time I’d ever run through a major storm, complete with wind, lots of lightning and thunder. At one point a thunderclap boomed so close behind me I instinctively ducked, thinking it must’ve been just yards away. In hindsight it was probably not the smartest decision to run through a storm, but I’m still happy to mark it off as a Rave Run.
The only downside? Coming home to a house with no power. No power = no hot coffee, no way to make my favorite post-run meal (steel cut oats with soy milk), no Sunday morning “Golden Girls” on TV. At least I could still have a hot shower, albeit using flashlights.
When I asked the saleswoman at the running shop if I could use my old shoes as a backup pair now that I had a new one (I’d brought the old ones in to show them the wear marks, which would give clues to my running gait and foot fall), she had the same look on her face as the mechanic had when I asked him if I could drive my car a few more days before leaving it with him overnight. Note that my tires were basically bald. “I can’t, in good conscience, allow you to leave my shop with those tires,” he declared. The running shop woman basically said much the same about my shoes.
I firmly believe that with the right footwear, one can rule the world. ~ Bette Midler.
…something orange, something blue.
A friend and I were talking about another friend of mine (whom she doesn’t know and hasn’t met), and she mentioned how much she loved this friend’s name.
“Such a timeless name.”
Her comment made me smile. A big, huge, happy smile. What an apt description, because she perfectly described not just my friend’s name (whom I’ll call N.) but our friendship as a whole.
Have you ever had a friend whom you don’t see very often — in fact, entire years may pass before you’re even in the same city — but when you do, you just know that each encounter will be memorable? The kind of friendship that has such an outsize influence in your life that even if your meetings are rare, their footprints are all over the landscape of your past and future?
That was, and is, N.
I met N. when we were both in college, way back in either the fall of 1992 or the spring semester of 1993. In fact, I remember hearing him before I even met him. He has this clear, confident voice that he doesn’t seem capable of lowering, but everyone forgives him for that because he’s such a funny and charismatic personality. The first thing I ever remember learning about him was that he spent some of his high school years in Indonesia, after his oil-and-gas-executive father was transferred to a company site there from their otherwise humble lives in Norman, Oklahoma. As 1993 unfolded, he and I and a third student in our political theory class (P.) became fast friends, and we bonded over a group project where we applied game theory to the Cuban Missile Crisis. The bonding consisted partly of calm discussions over sodas in my apartment, and heated arguments in empty classrooms. God, we were so precious.
We eventually lost touch with P. (last we heard, he’d been busted for drug dealing — ya think ya know people), but N. and I remained friends. Over the next few years, though, as our paths and career choices propelled us in different directions, so much of what happened in those early years of our friendship continued to have such profound and lasting effects in my life:
Thank you, N., for the gift of your timeless friendship. My college buddy was right. You really do have magic.