Differences & Repetitions

Well, I really blew it on Super Tuesday. In a post on February 5th, 2008, I wrote:

Today, one of my students asked me where he could vote in Indiana’s Super Tuesday primary. He was despondent when I told him that Indiana doesn’t vote until May–about a week before Guam, and long after the Presidential nominations probably will be sewn up.

Who would have predicted back then that the primary season would still be going strong (for Democrats, anyway) come May? I hadn’t, clearly, and I pretty much had resigned myself to having essentially no say in who the Democratic nominee will be. I’m thrilled, therefore, about this Tuesday’s Indiana primary. I hear it’s the first time in 40 years that the state will play a meaningful role in the Presidential nominating process. It’ll truly be an historic day.

It’s interesting to have experienced two significant Presidential primaries now–one at the front end of the process, the other, at the back end. In 1992, I was living in New Hampshire, home of the nation’s first primary. The Democratic field was wide-open, and the state was abuzz with a dozen or so candidates. The late Paul Tsongas was the front-runner at the time, and I saw him deliver a speech at the UNH Memorial Union Building. The smallish room, where I often heard local bands play, was drab and poorly lit. Tsongas looked fine, but he was neither especially well-appointed nor particularly well-groomed. There was a decent turnout for the event, which was simple and straight-forward: he showed up, we clapped, he spoke, we clapped again, and we all went our separate ways. I vaguely recall that Tsongas seemed to have lacked energy. I’m sure there must have been some media presence, but no doubt the reporters were spread thin, given the size of the field that year.

Fast-forward to 2008. Last Wednesday, I attended a rally for Barack Obama at Indiana University’s Assembly Hall. This is the IU basketball stadium. If you know anything about basketball in the state of Indiana, you should have some sense of the size of the event. The venue wasn’t exactly filled to capacity, but it was close. Pretty much the only empty seats were in the nosebleed section. The floor was so densely packed that EMTs carted off three or four Obama supporters who, needing fresh air and a reprieve from the heat, had fainted. (In a particularly kind-hearted gesture, Obama tossed his own water bottle into the crowd, to help keep others from passing out.) The whole event was carefully choreographed, all the way down to the homemade looking signs that Obama’s campaign staff had provided to the group selected to sit behind him on stage. There were also a capella groups, who entertained us during the two-and-a-half hour lead up to the event, and inflatable beach balls, which the audience knocked around as though were were at an arena rock concert. Oh–and did I mention that among the throng of reporters, there even was a correspondent from The Daily Show? He stood out because of the glittery blue cape he wore over his suit jacket.

As for Obama, he didn’t look like someone who’s been campaigning for 18 months, that’s for sure. He showed up in his shirt-sleeves, and though his appearance may have seemed somewhat relaxed, it nonetheless didn’t appear too casual. That is, to me he still read, “politician,” and commanded just that sort of attention. His speech may have begun at 9:00 p.m., yet he seemed as fresh and as energetic as if he’d begun speaking at 9:00 a.m. The rally concluded not only with resounding applause, big smiles, and lots of audience glad-handing, but also with Bruce Springsteen’s “The Rising” blaring over the stadium PA.

It would be easy enough to wax cynical about how spectacular last week’s Obama event was, compared to the Tsongas rally I attended 16 years ago. But what, after all, would be the point of that? Indeed, what’s remarkable to me is how much more audience minded Presidential campaigns have become over the last two decades. Sure, a lot of it may be gimmicky, but I’m nonetheless stuck by how invested people seem to be in this particular Presidential election. To put it simply, I don’t recall people being as interested in a Presidential nomination–or politics writ large–in my entire adult life. This is a welcome breakthrough indeed.

Surely this resurgent interest in politics has everything to do with the many serious issues facing not only the United States but also the world today. But those issues can easily seem abstract absent certain techniques to get folks riled up about them. Though I’ve not had the good fortune of attending a Clinton rally, that’s surely what I saw at Obama’s.

Tuesday’s your day, Indiana, the last you may have in a looooooong time. Make it count, an keep the momentum going!

It was enlightening to watch the ABC News/Facebook/WMUR Presidential debates this past Saturday night, for many reasons. I was aware of Obama and Huckabee’s having won the Iowa caucuses, but honestly, I hadn’t kept up much in terms of who-stands-for-what. The Indiana primary (where I live) doesn’t occur until May, which is about two months after the Democratic and Republican nominees will have all but been determined. (The states with primaries later than ours are Kentucky, Montana, Nebraska, New Mexico, Oregon, South Dakota, and West Virginia.) I lived in New Hampshire many years ago, home of the nation’s first primary, and was I born in New York, a state teeming with electoral votes. It’s strange now living somewhere that barely registers in Presidential elections, other than as a place that can be counted on to go red literally within minutes of the polls closing.

Two things struck me most about the debates themselves. First, I appreciated seeing former Libertarian Ron Paul mix it up with the Republicans. His presence there changed the whole tenor of things, try as the other candidates might to stay “on message” and stick to their don’t-let-them-seem-rehearsed sound bites. Though I have no intention of voting Republican, it was still refreshing to hear someone, finally, talking about the implications of the massive devaluation of the dollar that’s occurred under Bush 43′s watch. My only regret was that ABC News excluded Dennis Kucinich from the Democratic half of the debate. No doubt his presence there would have broadened the scope of the conversation and made it much more interesting.

Second, I was flabbergasted, as was the studio audience at New Hampshire’s St. Anselm College, by a comment made by the debate moderator, ABC News’ Charlie Gibson. He premised a question to the Democratic candidates about tax cuts by saying, “If you take a family of two professors here at Saint Anselm, they’re going to be in the $200,000 category that you’re talking about lifting the taxes on.” Huh? Did I miss something here? Since when did it become routine for professors to make $100,000 per year or more? Apropos, there’s a story in today’s Inside Higher Education that talks about the public’s misperception of the nature of, and compensation for, academic labor by full-time faculty. No wonder folks still can’t manage to shake the myth of the ivory tower. Heck–most of what’s in my office is made of plastic.

It was dark this morning–until 8:00 a.m. It wasn’t murky, it wasn’t rainy, it wasn’t foggy. In fact, today has turned out to be one of the sunniest days we’ve had in awhile here in Bloomington, Indiana. But this morning, it was just dark. Really dark.

About a year ago, I posted a short piece on the State of Indiana’s decision in early 2006 to adopt daylight savings time. For those of you who don’t know, most of Indiana used to observe Eastern Standard Time all year round. Basically, this meant we spent half the year on Eastern Standard Time and the other half of the year on Central Daylight Time. If you’re confused, join the club. Nobody ever seemed to know what time it was in Indiana, except maybe those of us actually living here.

For most of last year, I considered Indiana’s move to observe daylight savings time a welcome one, since it put us on the same time year round as my friends and family living back east. There were other benefits that followed, too, since Indiana was now effectively the western edge of the Eastern time zone. The best part was how the daylight lasted deep into the evening. In summer, sunset occurred close to 10:00 p.m., and even in winter, daylight would linger until about 5:30 or 6:00 p.m. That was a far cry from when I lived in New Hampshire. There, sunset in December happened around 4:15 or 4:30 p.m.

Anyway, the U.S. Congress has gone and mucked it all up by extending daylight savings time by two weeks this year. Those who observe the time change set our clocks ahead one week earlier than normal this past April, and this coming weekend–one week later than normal–we’ll set our clocks back. The result has been the incredible darkness we’ve lately been experiencing each morning here in Indiana. By the time we do set the clocks back, sunup won’t happen until close to 8:15 a.m.

Let me tell you, it’s hard getting out of bed when it’s that dark, even when you know, rationally, that you normally get up at 7:30 a.m. or thereabouts.

Needless to say, I’m looking forward to the restoration the move back to Eastern Standard Time will bring. Regrettably, it’s only a temporary respite. The days keep getting shorter until the third week in December, which means, just about then, sunup won’t happen until 8:00 or 8:15 a.m. again.

Who knows? Maybe the old, two time zone system wasn’t so bizarre after all….

I love living in Indiana. I say this because living in Indiana means that I have an excuse for everything: daylight savings time. Let me explain.

Until this past spring, Indiana was one of I believe just two states in the US that did not adhere to daylight savings time. Technically we lived all year on Eastern Standard Time, though the fact that most of the rest of the country set its clocks ahead by one hour in the spring meant that we effectively lived in two time zones. From early April to the end of October our clocks were the same as those who adhered to Central Daylight Time (most of our proximate westerly neighbors), and from early November to the end of March our clocks were the same as those who adhered to Eastern Standard Time (most of our easterly neighbors). What resulted was utter chaos and confusion, less for those of us living in Indiana than for friends and loved ones who lived elsewhere. I wish I had a dollar for the number of times someone left a message on my answering machine to the effect of, “Hi, it’s me. It’s 2:00 here in New York, which means it’s, uh, what time is it in Indiana…?”

Well, as it turns out, our current Governor, Mitch Daniels, wanted to settle the Indiana time zone issue once and for all. After much wrangling, this past spring Indiana finally decided to abide by daylight savings time. I gather that a few border counties opted out, but for the most part Indiana is now eastern time zone. What’s resulted is still more chaos and confusion, but this time those of us living in Indiana are the ones most directly affected.

The crux of the matter is, some folks here resent, make an excuse of, or simply don’t understand the concept of daylight savings time. Not long after our first “spring ahead” time change, Indiana was inundated with destructive thunderstorms and tornadoes. A student of mine told me that a radio DJ blamed the storms on the fact that we now had an extra hour of daylight, which must be heating the earth more than usual. No kidding. Later, as summer approached, my town, Bloomington, experienced something of a minor crime wave. The culprit? Daylight savings time, giving criminals more sun by which to perpetrate their dastardly deeds. (What self respecting criminal works by daylight?) And finally, as I was watching ABC’s election returns coverage on Tuesday night, the anchor blamed the loss of three Republican congressional seats here to–you guessed it–Republican Mitch Daniels’ drive to get Indiana to adhere to daylight savings time.

So, if you ever find yourself in Indiana and in trouble, you know the drill. Blame it on daylight savings time. Don’t laugh. It probably will work.