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Spent my MLK Day afternoon making my Nebula picks while CNN mumbled in the background about the Iowa caucuses and who might win, place, or show. Ah, the horserace that is politics. Never participated in the Iowa caucuses, even tho' we once lived there in a Presidential election year (2000). A friend from work briefly described the process, and it sounded like a weird sort of all-evening political grouphug. I am a private kind of guy, and my liking is for the old style "step into a booth and make my choice and then walk away." And no, I'm not telling you who I voted for. Screw you, exit poll. So the caucuses didn't seem like they were for me.

I've usually got strong opinions about the national elections, but am often at a lost when it comes to the smaller local and state elections. Which is kind of shame, because those guys are ever so much more likely to affect your life on a day to day basis. Still, I believe in participating in the process. So when it comes to elections when I don't know anything about any of the candidates, I always vote against the incumbent. Or if I have to pick names from a much longer list, I first vote for the women and the people with the most ethnic sounding names. "But he's been the county coroner for forty years!" So what! Turnover is good, says I.

Currently Reading: Neal Stephenson's massive tome Quicksilver.