Night Notes

Colds: The gift that keeps on giving. Or: Colds: The gift that you get to give while keeping it for yourself. (sniffle)

I've not gotten any comments lately, which surprises me, a bit. It's almost as if people don't want to hear me complain about Wildwood and maniacs with guns. But that can't be true, can it?

Picked up a book called Influence, by Robert Cialdini, from the library. It's part of the logical underpinning of the Obama efforts to target voters with issues and responses that matter uniquely to them, or, at least, to people like them (which may impel them to act, themselves). Just glancing through it this evening, it looks good.

My daughter went to her first karate class tonight, and enjoyed it. I'm pleased, as she doesn't tend to join things easily. She said that she wants to get a job this summer, and pay for the class herself, so that "we'll have to take her". That's not exactly the way it works, kiddo - but we'll do whatever we can to make it happen.

Went to the election class. No big changes, though I'm a little unhappy to find out that we won't have students, this time. Having those two extra people gave us flexibility for moving people around. This way, I think we're going to have occasional backlogs. On the other hand, being a primary, we might expect to have fewer people voting, too.