1) If you’re going to vote tomorrow, please put the number 866-OUR-VOTE and/or 888-VE-Y-VOTA into your cell phone now, and call one of those if you see any suspicious bullshit at your polling station. They’re the English and Spanish hotlines for the Election Protection coalition, which will be ready to kick up a major fuss about any reports of voter suppression tactics or other shenanigans. According to OTM, volunteers at the hotline can “help you find your polling place, confirm your registration, educate you about the voting laws in your state, or in some cases, send mobile field units or contact election officials directly to address the problem.”
2) If you want to know what I think about Sarah Palin getting pranked by a couple of Quebecois DJs posing as the French president, it’s up at Broadsheet. (Background here, if you missed this story over the weekend.)
3) I have one of the coveted tickets for the party in Grant Park tomorrow night. Part of me feels like I must go, at least for a while, or I’ll regret it for the rest of my life — historic election, historic candidate from my city, celebrating his historic victory (knock wood) in that city, etc. On the other hand: Historic crowds. They’re thinking as many as a million, though there will “only” be 70,000ish in the ticketholders’ area. In my early twenties, I would have enthusiastically stood out there all night, without thinking twice about it. In my early thirties, absolutely no part of that scenario except for the witnessing history part appeals to me. But the witnessing history part really, really appeals. What would Shapelings do?
5) Tomorrow afternoon, I’m going to get my hair done, in hopes that a good head massage and fresh highlights will help keep the nervousness at bay. Other than that, I’m just going to be meditating on this image: