Real Life

Note: I wrote this the night of the election and it was printed in my university’s student newspaper a couple of days later. I just felt it belonged on my blog, so here it is. Obviously some things have changed, some for worse, some for better, but this was still a great day for me.

On Tuesday night, another historic milestone was reached. As a usually not-so-proud American, I was giddy with excitement when I filled out my absentee ballot a week earlier. I’d never voted before (Americans aren’t good about telling citizens abroad they have the right), but I can honestly say I wouldn’t have been as excited in the last election. Let’s face it, Kerry was okay, but not really approachable or accessible to all voting classes.

However this election has been by turns thrilling and disgusting, hilarious and sombre. I admit, at the beginning of the primary season, I was leaning toward John McCain. Even though he’s a Republican, he had a reputation for independence and didn’t always toe the party line. As the sheen wore off, I realised that ended back in the 1990s and I noticed with dismay how much more hard-line his positions had become.

I was never a huge Hillary supporter beyond the fact that she’s a woman, mostly because I detect a suspicious affinity for political expediency in her character and she’s far too establishment for my taste: too many skeletons in the closet, too many favours owed.

Enter Barack Obama. He’s articulate, well-educated, erudite; he understands how useless the establishment can be. He’s also black; well, it’s about damn time. But wait, he was endorsed by Oprah before he even decided to run. That right there made me think thrice about voting for him; is he just a token, or worse, a puppet?

That’s when I started paying closer attention to the primaries than I ever have (not enough to register to vote in them, I don’t declare party affiliation and was still leaning toward McCain at that point). On the Democrat side, I was stuck between the female token and the African-American one, until I started listening to their words, how they see the United States and envision its future. Hillary made a lot of “Shrub sucks!” comments, but Obama didn’t do much of that. Instead, he focused on the way forward for the nation as a whole.

As I started to realise this one might be the real deal, he got the nomination at the Democratic Convention; I celebrated with a small “yay!” in my living room. The campaign began and he continued to impress me. He obviously also impressed many other: not only did he raise the most money ever, he also raised it from the most people ever (we’re talking $20-100 increments, people). It started to get negative, as these things do, but nothing compared to previously.

Obama continued to focus on change, hope for the future and a way out of our current quagmire (not just wars, but social safety net and economic issues too). I was more impressed by the day (McCain’s choice of Palin also disgusted me, making Obama seem even more…better). Then the economy went to hell and things got right messy: it was clear that the McCain and Obama camps didn’t like each other much.

Still, in the end, I was proud to see record voter turn-out (projected at about 64 per cent), to cast my own ballot and to vote for Barack. And when he won I was, for once, proud to call myself an American. Will he be perfect? No. Will he be able to deliver everything he promised? Probably not. Will this nip that looming recession in the bud? Hell no!

But Obama seems to understand that torture is bad, no matter what. He knows that a social contract exists between the governed and the state which must be honoured by both parties, always. He grasps the concept of multilateralism and how essential it is in the changing world order. I believe this man will do his best to fix what he can and to return the nation to the foundations upon which it was built: All humans are created equal and are entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

As Obama sums it up, “Hope”. That’s why I voted for him.


A lot has happened in the almost nine months since I last posted. Imagine that.

The most exciting thing for me was that I voted in the US election for the first time. I was very proud to be able to vote for Barack Obama, and I still haven’t gotten over it, as silly as that may seem. I was also quite perturbed to see that the ‘great’ state of California asked me vote on a little something called Proposition 8. I voted no, since I don’t feel that it is constitutional to refuse certain people the right to marry.

I was disgusted to see, however, that the state as a whole narrowly passed the measure, making it illegal for same-sex couples to marry. Not only was I disgusted, but I wondered about what would happen to the several thousand couples who had tied the knot since the state supreme court had ruled that it was legal. So far, nothing has changed for those couples, since they did nothing illegal. But what about when it comes time to put it to the test, like when someone retires, has a medical issue or gets divorced.

I am totally and completely pumped for the inauguration, just five days away. Thank God for the internet, or I would never see decent coverage, since I only have peasant-vision on my telly and live in Canada. I’m counting the hours for the 44th president of the United States to make history. Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream and it finally seems to be coming to fruition. Awesome.

I was told something was funny. I looked it up and disagreed: to me, it was hilarious. But not everyone would necessarily agree, mostly because the lens through which someone views anything is generated to a large extent by the culture in which they have been socialised. This particular case was funny to us North Americans, but a CEO in Europe would likely have said something along the lines of: this is a waste of time, and I’m not paying you to waste time.

As the internet has revolutionised the way we talk to each other, it has also brought cultures into contact which have previously had little to none. Plus, the way we now communicate so instantaneously lacks a certain element: face-to-face (F2F) communication. Most of us are never as aware of the importance of visual and/or audio cues in a conversation until we notice the lack of it.

Yesterday, I had a lovely, and extended conversation with my little brother, Linus. But it was on the phone, and so much of what he was telling me, I had a hard time understanding, since he uses his hands to talk, just like every other Gattiker. Luckily, my father was there and able to explain when I got lost, but without him, I’m sure my conversation would have been immeasurably shorter and far less satisfying.

This could easily be fixed with a video call, I’m certain, but not everyone has that capacity, and here the digital gap or divide becomes problematic. The world runs on money, and not everyone has enough to allow for things like video calls. So are we just stuck with the way thing are, or will technology somehow improve so drastically as to allow for free access for everyone?

Just a thought.

Edited 05.01.09: Claiming a blog is important in today’s social media environment. Or so I’ve been told, so that’s what I’m doing at

I just spend about two hours fiddling with my blog. That’s stupid…but as with most things on the internet, if you really get into it, the time just flies. The problem is there are so many options and so many possibilities for customisation. A big part of me likes that, but then I look up at the clock and realise half of my day has just disappeared.

And there’s the rub: it can be so easy to get lost in cyberspace. While parts of it are highly useful for both personal and business reasons (such as email, messaging and voip), others are great for those of us trying to learn (believe it or not, Wikipedia can sometimes be a great starting point for research for a university paper).

Some parts of it, though, are just time-wasters, and unlikely to improve your life in any tangible way or advance your career in any way at all. Here I’m referring to almost any social networking site, including Facebook, MySpace,, Technorati, etc.

I know many would disagree with that assessment, but unless you are a business person, it is, in fact, quite unlikely that your use of these things is geared towards business, advancement or something else “worthwhile”. There are already so many people who label themselves “addicts” of one or more of these kinds of sites…can this really be a good sign?

Nevertheless, I keep trying to update my blog with half-intelligent thoughts and am trying to make it better (more on that later). Does that make me an addict too? Why are people so driven to put their inner-most thoughts out there for anyone to see and dissect? And why won’t people do that with someone F2F (face to face)?

I could claim that I haven’t posted anything in a coon’s age because I’ve been depressed, but that would be a lie. Don’t misunderstand, I was really disappointed by what happened in the Alberta elections almost three weeks ago, but I haven’t really been posting because I’ve been so bloody busy. Bills have to get paid, preferably on time, you know, so I work. Too much. And assignments generally have to get handed in to get marked, imagine that!

With only about 41 per cent voter turnout, the election was something of a travesty. As far as I know, that’s the lowest voter turnout ever in this province. To make matters worse, with only about 53 per cent of the popular vote (so, about 21 per cent of eligible voters actually voted for them), the “Progressive” Conservatives got a whopping 72 of 83 seats in the Legislative Assembly. That’s about 87 per cent of total seats. In other words, a quarter of the province managed to hand the oligarchy of this province the governmental reigns and smash any opposition.

That’s really sad. What’s even sadder about it is that people call us Albertastan now, and we can’t even argue. There was, however, one bright spot: someone I know who is quite active in student politics at the University of Lethbridge and a staunch conservative shares my horror at the situation. I never would have thought it of him (though I should have, given what I know of him), but Kelly Kennedy, President of the U of L Students’ Union, mourns the decimation of the provincial Opposition.

I can’t decide if that’s because he likes to watch lively debates from the Legislature on tv, or if it’s because he realises nothing really gets done for the people without someone prodding the government to get a move-on. Politics at its finest, I suppose.

Okay, now I’m all depressed again. Lovely. The perfect mood to go back to my book on U.S. primacy. Stephen Walt is off his rocker, but then, so are a lot of the people who disagree with him (see here for an idea of what I mean). When I’ve finished it, and the book review that needs to be written for my class, I shall be commenting quite forcefully on some of what Mr. Marc Schulman had to say. So there.

I’m going, I’m going…*forcibly drags herself away from distractions*

I must confess that I kind of keep forgetting about my blog. Hence, an update nearly a month after my last posting. This is bad. Nevertheless, here’s what’s going on in my little corner of the provincial election.

At this point, it looks like the Progressive Conservatives are in a serious dog-fight for several of their seats. Hallelujah!

Maybe we’ll get a government that actually does something. Maybe.

Election Day is on Monday, March 3rd, and I’m going to a little party to watch the results with the Association of Political Science Students, which should be great, those guys are lots of fun.

I am feeling utterly uninspired today, so I’ll close here, with the vague notion of not waiting so long between posts again.

And that’s all she wrote.

Okay, this is sad and makes me sound utterly pathetic, but I just Googled myself. And I was sad not to find this little blog (or my now-dead lj) in the list. I did, however, find my father, the Meliorist and several academic papers I have edited. I also didn’t find the newsboard I administered. Plus, I learned that Google seems to think Gauthier is a better name than Gattiker, since it asked if that’s what I meant.

But I found a whole whack of people named Melanie and/or Gattiker. Who knew there were that many Gattikers in the world? Because, trust me, we have not been breeding like rabbits. Apparently they’re not liked in our clan.

I now feel appropriately humbled. Huh.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled pithiness.

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