Don’t write about an elephant

I wasn’t planning to write about politics here, but the most interesting thing I did today was vote in an all write-in election. A write-in campaign always seems so rebellious and democratic, since it’s usually mounted by a candidate who gets shut out of the ballot. I remember voting for Sal Albano (background toward the bottom of this), and feeling great glee when he won.

This time, everybody is a write-in.

My state representative, Rachel Kaprielian, who I have voted for ever since she came knocking at our door some years ago, was suddenly appointed to Registrar of Motor Vehicles. This being Massachusetts, she was unopposed in the primary, and would have been essentially unopposed in the general election, but she resigned after the deadline for anyone else to get on to the ballot. All of a sudden, we had a blank ballot. (And here’s why it remained blank.)

We’ve been indundated with stickers and flyers and candidates knocking on our door like I’ve never seen before in a local election.  I attended the candidates forum, and I came away feeling good about my choice. I even talked about with my friends. Wow, I feel like such a citizen.

So I brought the appropriate sticker and put it in the write-in space, and maybe tomorrow we’ll know who won.

By then I’ll be back to talking about bugs.

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3 thoughts on “Don’t write about an elephant

  1. Let me get right to the bugs…

    I am somewhat envious. I live in an area where the natural native bug ecosystem was destroyed by repeated applications of malathion bait dropped by helicopters in the 1980s (and, oh yeah, I was out one night and got totally slimed — that stuff smells sort of like a mix of beer and motor oil). Since then, there have been successions of populations of non-native invasive bugs.

    ’nuff rant.

    You’ve been blogging about the bugs that appear in your garden in the daytime. Here’s a suggestion:
    Drop a piece of “soft moist cat food” into your garden. Then come back to it at midnight, and again at 2 a.m. You’ll get to see some of the nocturnal denizens of your garden: ground dwelling crickets, earwigs, beetles. You’ll see some night-hunting spiders. You’ll see springtails and sowbugs. All great stuff!

    Follow the songs of “crickets” to find katydids in the bushes.

    It’s a whole ‘nother world at night. Can you borrow the concept for a story? Or, at the very least, post pictures of crickets on Sunday?

  2. I am amazed at the variety of bugs in my yard., considering that Watertown was founded in 1630 and is densely built. It helps that much of my yard is unkempt and my neighbor’s bit of slope is like a small bit of woods.

    As for the daytime pictures, I have yet to get a photo at night that was good enough to post.

    I don’t know about crickets. The closest picture I’ve got is a cicada. I hear a strange clicking noise at night that I have no idea what it is. I would like to track it down before the cold sets in.

  3. To return to politics, I live a couple miles away from one of the few Superfund sites that was actually cleaned up (the Watertown Arsenal), due to years of hard work by local activists (WCES). If your ecology is still suffering from the Malathion, maybe that’s something to bring up in your community.

    Disclaimer: I am a webmaster for WCES.

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