i heart james madison
Mar. 12th, 2004 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempI was going to do that name meme, but I realized that it kind of began and ended with, "If you call me Jess, then you are...just about everyone I know." Except my Uncle Kevin and cousin Emma who call me Jessie, and my father who calls me Honeybunch, and my brother who calls me Sloppy Jr., and my mother who calls me Jessica when she's really mad at me. But other than that? Jess all the way.
Typing that made me realize how important it is to write things down because for a second there, I completely froze up because I remember right after my grandfather died, I used to think of the way he said my name and how it got to me just to think of it, and for a second there right now I couldn't remember it -- if it was a special nickname, or a shortening of my name, or just the way he looked when he said it. This is why I should write things other than my boring-ass job frustrations in this journal! I'm going to look back on this later and just go from entry to entry, all, "Day X. Job is annoying, cat did something wacky and/or annoying, JC is dreamy, vote Democratic. Day Y. Job is annoying, family member did something wacky and/or annoying, JC is dreamy, vote Democratic." I should use this to remember things! But I don't, of course.
For those of you wondering: it wasn't a nickname or anything; it was just the way he looked when he said it, sitting in his favorite chair at the kitchen table next to the window, paper spread out in front of him. "Heya, Jess," he'd say, always with a big smile. Always. He always called my mother Margie and my cousin John Jack, all things my uncle Kevin does now, in almost the same voice, which was unnerving at first but is comforting now.
I continue to have this low-level obsession with the whole Same-Sex Marriage Amendment and Ralph Nader, two things which I know are mostly part of my misdirected anxiety over this year's presidential election. I drove home tonight talking to myself about this, which makes me wonder if I'm a crazy person. I mean, I know most people talk to themselves occasionally (right? right? no? okay then.), but do other people ever spend, like, an entire commute ride talking themselves through issues? I thought passing cars probably thought I was crazy so a couple of times I tried to bop my head around like I was listening to music or something instead of ranting about the Federalist Papers, but that made me feel even more insane and pathetic (something I would have thought difficult to do). But bottom line, I really think everyone should go out there and read Federalist No. 10 because it's AWESOME and totally explains everything you need to know about the Constitution and why we were set up the way we are. I know you're sitting there thinking, "Jess, putting 'Federalist No. 10' and 'awesome' in the same sentence is, quite frankly, really nerdy." To that I say, "You're right!"
Come on! It's titled "The Same Subject Continued" -- doesn't that make you want to jump into the reading right there? Anyway. I like it. It comforts me. I've had a copy of The Federalist Papers by my bed for the past couple of weeks, since I dug it out of the basement after the President's assertion that a Constitutional Amendment was the proper way of addressing the public's concerns about homosexuality. Hello, no! Totally not!
As for Ralph Nader, I don't know how many people out there have seen Jerry Maguire but you know that scene between Tom Cruise and Cuba Gooding Jr. in the bathroom, where Tom Cruise starts flipping out and kicking the walls? THAT'S how I feel about Ralph Nader and his supporters right now. And I know there are people on my flist who voted for him in the past and who may wish to vote for him in the future, and I'm sure you're lovely people, but much like Tom in Jerry Maguire -- I'm just VERY FRUSTRATED by the Nader thing right now. I mean, it's not like Tom doesn't like Cuba in that scene! He does! He's just very upset and confused! Like me right now, with Naderites.
And that's all I have to say right now. Except! I made one of those little make-your-own-icons! Except the hair is too long and, I fear, kind of looks like a mullet. For the record: I do not have a mullet. I did, back in 1987 or so, but in my defense, I was seven at the time. Mistakes were made. Anyway, I went with the longer hair because I wanted to communicate the curliness of my hair and that seemed the best way, even if my actual hair is quite short at this point.
Bedtime.
Typing that made me realize how important it is to write things down because for a second there, I completely froze up because I remember right after my grandfather died, I used to think of the way he said my name and how it got to me just to think of it, and for a second there right now I couldn't remember it -- if it was a special nickname, or a shortening of my name, or just the way he looked when he said it. This is why I should write things other than my boring-ass job frustrations in this journal! I'm going to look back on this later and just go from entry to entry, all, "Day X. Job is annoying, cat did something wacky and/or annoying, JC is dreamy, vote Democratic. Day Y. Job is annoying, family member did something wacky and/or annoying, JC is dreamy, vote Democratic." I should use this to remember things! But I don't, of course.
For those of you wondering: it wasn't a nickname or anything; it was just the way he looked when he said it, sitting in his favorite chair at the kitchen table next to the window, paper spread out in front of him. "Heya, Jess," he'd say, always with a big smile. Always. He always called my mother Margie and my cousin John Jack, all things my uncle Kevin does now, in almost the same voice, which was unnerving at first but is comforting now.
I continue to have this low-level obsession with the whole Same-Sex Marriage Amendment and Ralph Nader, two things which I know are mostly part of my misdirected anxiety over this year's presidential election. I drove home tonight talking to myself about this, which makes me wonder if I'm a crazy person. I mean, I know most people talk to themselves occasionally (right? right? no? okay then.), but do other people ever spend, like, an entire commute ride talking themselves through issues? I thought passing cars probably thought I was crazy so a couple of times I tried to bop my head around like I was listening to music or something instead of ranting about the Federalist Papers, but that made me feel even more insane and pathetic (something I would have thought difficult to do). But bottom line, I really think everyone should go out there and read Federalist No. 10 because it's AWESOME and totally explains everything you need to know about the Constitution and why we were set up the way we are. I know you're sitting there thinking, "Jess, putting 'Federalist No. 10' and 'awesome' in the same sentence is, quite frankly, really nerdy." To that I say, "You're right!"
Come on! It's titled "The Same Subject Continued" -- doesn't that make you want to jump into the reading right there? Anyway. I like it. It comforts me. I've had a copy of The Federalist Papers by my bed for the past couple of weeks, since I dug it out of the basement after the President's assertion that a Constitutional Amendment was the proper way of addressing the public's concerns about homosexuality. Hello, no! Totally not!
As for Ralph Nader, I don't know how many people out there have seen Jerry Maguire but you know that scene between Tom Cruise and Cuba Gooding Jr. in the bathroom, where Tom Cruise starts flipping out and kicking the walls? THAT'S how I feel about Ralph Nader and his supporters right now. And I know there are people on my flist who voted for him in the past and who may wish to vote for him in the future, and I'm sure you're lovely people, but much like Tom in Jerry Maguire -- I'm just VERY FRUSTRATED by the Nader thing right now. I mean, it's not like Tom doesn't like Cuba in that scene! He does! He's just very upset and confused! Like me right now, with Naderites.
And that's all I have to say right now. Except! I made one of those little make-your-own-icons! Except the hair is too long and, I fear, kind of looks like a mullet. For the record: I do not have a mullet. I did, back in 1987 or so, but in my defense, I was seven at the time. Mistakes were made. Anyway, I went with the longer hair because I wanted to communicate the curliness of my hair and that seemed the best way, even if my actual hair is quite short at this point.
Bedtime.
