Weekend Assignment #239: Message to the World

Let's start with the new topic, and then double back for a round up of last week's entries:

Weekend Assignment #239: Imagine that you have the world's full attention (or your country's full attention) for a maximum of two minutes. What do you tell everyone? Your message can be a single sentence if you like, or a bit longer.

Extra Credit: Would you prefer your message to be broadcast on tv or radio, or published in multiple print media?

Here's my message:

Calm down. It's going to be all right.

Barring a major disaster, or voting-related shenanigans that dwarf 2000 and 2004 combined, Barack Obama will be elected President of the United States less than two weeks from now. The entire country is on edge, either worried that something bad will happen between now and then, or else that the black guy with the foreign name will use his power as President to do something terrible.

If you're worried that Obama might somehow lose the election, then be sure to confirm that your voter registration remains intact, and help make sure everyone who legitimately registered has an opportunity to vote and have the vote be counted. Aside from that, just keep going, and don't freak out.

If you're worried that Obama will win, then consider this. For many months, people have been lying to you, doing their best to fill you with fear of Barack Obama, his policies, or both, so that you will vote for the Republican - any Republican. The truth is, you don't need to be afraid. Barack Obama is not Anti-American, a Muslim (not that a Muslim is automatically a bad person), a terrorist, a Socialist, a Commie or the Antichrist. He is not about to raise your taxes, kill your baby or hand control of the U.S. Government to Osama Bin Laden.

So relax. It's going to be all right. Reject the politics of fear, and the potential violence that has already resulted in death threats, assaults on a reporter and an Obama volunteer, and even a kicked dog. Just be cool. Watch and wait. Soon you will see that the guy with the funny name is doing his best to look out for you.

How would I deliver this message? I think I'd like to deliver a speech. Just don't let Chris Matthews or Bill O'Reilly interrupt me, okay? But the written word is fine, too.

Your turn! Give us your message to the world, and we'll help to spread it. Write it up in your blog along with a link back here, and leave a link to your entry in the comments below. I'll be back in a week with a roundup of your responses.

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Last week for Weekend Assignment #238: What a Rip Off! I asked you to tell us of a time you've been ripped off - that is, stolen from or cheated in some way. Evidently most of you have never been ripped off, ;) but we did have three entries:


Julie said...

My first job after I got married was with a small ad agency. Long story short, the guy was terribly clueless about how things worked. I kept with it because I didn't have any prospect of another job, and I kept hoping things would look up. They didn't. I never got paid, and every time I asked for money the boss would quote the Old Testament to me. It was a bad situation, and I finally had enough and left after he spent thousands on camera gear, but had no money to pay me.

Florinda said...

The next morning we went out to the car to leave for church (I did do that regularly for a number of years) and discovered that I must have been so sleepy I had forgotten to lock the car doors - and apparently someone had noticed. However, while I had made breaking into the car easy for them, they must have gotten frustrated once they actually got inside, since they were unable to dislodge the car stereo. They were successful in stealing the knobs off it, though.

Mike said...

I took my Land Speeder and put it behind the air conditioner and said bye to my friends as I went inside. When I came home it was gone. I looked all over the deck, and I probably cried a little, but it was never found. I've always thought that one of my friends I was playing with took it, but I never confronted him. It still haunts me to this day.

That's it for tonight. Now it's your turn. The microphone is in your hands, and your favorite media outlets are waiting to hear from you. I know you have something to say. So say it! And don't forget to leave your links!

Karen

Because Communication is a Good Thing

Wait for it. I'll get to the sunset photos later in the entry.

Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation. --from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

I never actually agreed with this ironic quote from H2G2, but I thought of it tonight as I contemplated tonight's blog entry, and then put it off for a few more hours. In my experience, lack of communication can cause conflicts (but doesn't always), and miscommunication causes conflicts rather a lot. But making it easier for people to communicate? That's a good thing. Isn't that what the Internet is all about?

So I was pleased last night when, while answering an email from a potential Round Robin Photo Challenges participant about how to leave a comment, that I discovered an upgrade in Blogger's comments screen. Under the box in which you type your comment, it says,

Choose an identity
Sign-in using [Blogger/Google]

The Blogger/Google part is a drop box. If you toggle the downward error to the right of it, it offers the following options:

Blogger/Google
AOL/AIM
LiveJournal
TypeKey
WordPress
Any OpenID

What this means, essentially, is that if you're signed up with just about any blogging service, you can use that ID to sign in to Blogger and leave comments. The same is true of Ficlets, by the way, which is where I first saw OpenID. It's a big improvement over AOL-J and Blogger and the rest maintaining their own separate little blogging worlds, where nobody can comment without signing up on their service specifically.

In Blogger's case, there are two more options. One can leave a comment under a nickname (to be typed up in a box), or just go the Anonymous route. Unless there's a glitch, then, anyone who is willing to take a moment to read the screen (and is not so freaked out by technology that they're afraid to try it) should be able to leave comments now, whether they personally blog on AOL, LiveJournal, WordPress, or nowhere at all. And that's as it should be.

Then there's the issue of RSS and alerts and such, so people can easily find out when something new has been posted to each blog they follow. I find that subject a bit more daunting and complicated, so I won't tackle it tonight.

The point is that it's getting easier all the time to stay in touch with other people, their blogs and their memes, their movie preferences and even their minute-to-minute activities. Today (which I define as whatever day it was when I got up and started my day, in this case Saturday), I responded to someone's invitation to join Flixter, a movie-oriented social networking site. What my correspondent didn't realize what that I signed up with Flixter last March. I had a lot of fun on there for a short while, but it ate up too much time and I stopped using it. Another fairly useless Internet communication doodad, Twitter, I use intermittently. And last night on AIM, someone tried to claim I was on his Buddy list and tried to chat me up. Since he was a total stranger who lived in New York City, I was dubious. When he got around to saying his marriage was an unhappy one and asked me about mine, I wished him "Good luck with that!" and blocked him from future IMs with me. Communication is good, yes, but I have my limits!

So now, in our communication-enhanced virtual world, I find myself at a minor nexus at the moment, where Scalzi fans, Weekend Assignment and Monday Photo Shoot participants, Robins and other regular reader to this blog may be reading this entry over the next day or two, despite that fact that the spike in Outpost readership really only lasted about a day. Before this communications mojo deserts me entirely, I'd like to introduce you all to each other, at least vis-a-vis several memes that may interest you. Here's a quick roundup of the ones that matter to me:

Weekend Assignment - This weekly essay topic was invented by John Scalzi. As you probably know, I'm doing it now, with his permission. The assignments are posted on Thursdays, and you have basically a week to leave a link back to your entry. Current topic: how is the Writer's Guild strike affecting your life and tv viewing habits?

Monday Photo Shoot - This was the second of John Scalzi's weekly memes. I'm experimenting with continuing this one as well. My first MPS entry ("What's New?") is here, and you have until Sunday night to participate if interested.

AOL Community Photo Challenge - this one was started over the past day of so by Marie and several other photobloggers, as another successor to Scalzi's Monday Photo Shoot. They're made some interesting innovations in the set-up of it, including letting people vote on their favorite entry. Their first topic is "Beginnings," with a deadline for participation of January 11th. This is already getting a good response, and time will tell whether my direct continuation of the Scalzi meme goes by the wayside in favor of this other one.

Round Robin Photo Challenges - Carly, Steven and I have been doing this one for a few years now, and it's definitely a fun time. It's a little different from the others in that it's biweekly instead of weekly, draws its topics from a pool of suggestions by the various Robins, and announces that topic nearly a week in advance of the date on which people are expected to start posting their photos. The current topic, with a target posting date of Saturday, January 12th, is "Railroads." I'm starting to get a little miffed with the freight train that sometimes goes by near the power station as I drive home from work. Now that I have an extra incentive to photograph the thing, it seems to be hiding from me!

Okay, now on with tonight's sunset/dusk photos, because that's a form of communication, too.


When I left the house for the first and only time today it was well after 5 PM. I'd assumed that I'd already missed sunset, but when I stepped outside, I saw this, only a little darker. Naturally, I rushed back into the house for my camera.

Pointing my camera south, I got this intriguingly blurry shot. I think I like it better than I would if it were sharp and clear.

After that I rushed over to Safeway to see whether I could get any more nice shots, and because I was headed over there anyway. It actually wasn't as dramatic as the shots taken from in front of my house, in park because dusk was pretty well advanced by then.

From there I went to Cato and spent the $50 gift card that John bought a year ago. (Yes, Duane, it was still good for the whole value.) In the interest of communication I will post a correction to a previous entry about it: John pointed out tonight that nearly a year after the gift card slipped down a crack in my dashboard, he managed to retrieve it by opening a panel meant to replacing fuses. Somehow I managed to say "spark plugs" when I wrote about this before.

Ah, well, sometimes the brain doesn't manage to communicate things correctly, no matter what the technology has to offer. That's especially true late at night when I'm tired. And guess what time it is!

Karen