Let's be honest: it wasn't really a fair fight.
Anyone who follows #mapoli knows that the dean of the Massachusetts political twitterati is the Phoenix's own David S. Bernstein -- the man responsible for such runaway hits as #mapoliwithanimals (now a popular Tumblr, as well), #ScottoSawIt (after Scott Brown was fooled by fake Bin Laden death photos), #HowCambridgeShouldPickAMayor, #FakeMATown, #ReplaceItWithMitt, and #FakeMAPoliExitPolls.
Boston Public Library
It's a good thing that there are millions of books for voters to read
while they wait on line at the Boston Public Library. Of course, not
everybody has to queue; while there's a quick skate for Ward 5
Precinct 8, the line for Precinct 9 was more than an hour long at
5:45pm, and is probably much worse than that by now.
Ben Franklin Institute
I'm not exactly old – this is just the third presidential election
that I've covered. But out of all the municipal races and everything
else that I've seen in my short time, the current scene off Berkeley
Street – of people waiting to vote at the Ben Franklin Institute –
is the worst electoral nightmare that I've ever witnessed.
The Massachusetts State House
How sweet it is to vote on Beacon Hill. Sure – the State House is
the only polling place I know of (and please correct me if I'm wrong)
where you have to pass through a metal detector, but I have to say,
it's kind of worth it. First of all, there's plenty of green space
for chilling outside beforehand, and for contemplating your choices
with a breathtaking view of Boston Harbor.
Nazzaro Community Center
When it comes to voting, this is the place to be seen, with long
lines but efficient workers who appear to be getting the job done. At
its worst – before, during, and right after rush hour – there was
a two-hour wait here. But even then the queue was mostly indoors,
kept cuddly by a carpeted hallway with bathroom facilities and other
amenities not seen elsewhere.
is the infamous precinct that everyone is talking about – on
Twitter and Facebook, at least, and in coffee shops around Davis
Square. As reported in short by the likes of Globe writer Maria
Sacchetti, who wrote that she waited in line for two hours, it is
indeed a mess, and was still that way when I showed up this
Cambridge City Hall
reporter walks into a virtually empty poll and says, “Hey – has
it been this calm all morning?” Six poll workers look at him and
collectively sigh, then one goes, “You're kidding honey – right?”
I actually wasn't joking, but out of respect for the women there I
pretended that I was, and thanked them for their civic commitment.
is my polling place, even though I don't live in Hyde Park anymore.
And because I don't live in Hyde Park anymore, I had to fill out a
mess of forms, show proof of my new address, and get bounced around
to a few people before I could vote. It's no big deal; even though
the first few people helping me were unfamiliar with the exact
process for “inactive” voters, we eventually got it done, and I'm
satisfactorily sure that my ballot will count.
Don't hate me because they want me. You, they could take or
leave, but me, they are totally hot for. My name is Scott Cardwell and I live
in a swing state. Okay, it's not Ohio, but it is Virginia. And as I write this,
with two days remaining until the election, we are considered a "coin toss"
state. So, me and my fellow Virginians are being hard-sell, heavy petting,
under the shirt, over the bra, wooed to within an inch of our lives.
good old days of earlier this year, sometime back in January, the
United States Senate race in Massachusetts took a demonstrably
positive turn, when Scott Brown and Liz Warren mutually pledged to
keep Super PAC slime out of the picture (plus off the radio and web).
The agreed upon remedy was that either candidate would have to donate
half the value of the outside ad buy to charity, as the Brown
campaign did twice in March.
If NBC talking head David Gregory, the moderator of last night's
US Senate debate between Republican Scott Brown and Democrat Elizabeth Warren,
did not watch a recording of the first debate, then shame on him for being
lazy. WBZ's Jon Keller, the first time around, admirably covered what Gregory
wasted a good 20 minutes of valuable air time probing.
Amanda Palmer = Stephen King?
Behold the Internet's latest triumph of cultural appropriation: I Write Like.
The website, founded by a 27-year-old Russian software programmer named
Dmitry Chestnykh, is basically every wanna-be literati's
morning-mirror-self-pep-talk session: Plug in a couple paragraphs of
your best wordsmithery, and I Write Like will tell you which esteemed
author your writing most resembles.
The email didn't go out of its way to explain itself. ALEC BALDWIN, appearing at the fabled JFK Forum at Harvard University's storied Kennedy School of Government, as a guest of the Institute of Politics. In conversation with no less an interlocutor than New York Times National Editor RICK BERKE (who admitted to staying up late the night before to watch It's Complicated on DVD).
If you can't wait for the long-awaited FRANK BRUNI profile of #masen SCOTT BROWN in next Sunday's New York Times Magazine, it's now online. Spoiler alert: SCOTT BROWN WORE PINK LEATHER SHORTS. On a first date! Sexy stuff, Grey Lady!
[Brown's daughter] Arianna told me that
he showed up for his first real date with her mother, Gail Huff, a TV
newscaster to whom he has been married for more than 23 years, in pink