Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Ten Ways to Lose An Election (With Your Soul Intact)


1.  Turn down campaign contributions and ask people to invest in their local economy instead.

2.  Put your name in little bitty text on all campaign materials, in order to focus on what's really at stake:  your community.

3.  Put up a grand total of 5 yards signs in the entire town... in order to minimize political dissent between neighbors (but still let the world recognize your name on the ballot)
 

4.  Be the 1.2%.
 

5.  Speak up when those in your registered party act without logic, or worse: remain silent.
 

6.  Encourage others to run against you.
 

7.  Have coffee with those who would never ever vote for you.

8.  Publicly support liquor, fairness, and the mingling of races.

9.  Ask fellow voters what they are willing to do to make things happen.

10. Promise little.  Listen a lot.  Act even more.

Who are we kidding folks, I don't have a chance.  


Unless of course you want to prove the world wrong by showing up at the polls on November 4th in masses.  Unless you want to buck "politics as usual" and demonstrate that civic participation can be kind-spirited, cooperative, non-partisan, and authentic.  Unless you feel called to support a long-shot candidate running on an $800 riding lawn mower budget, purposeful naivete, and the founding principles of love and inclusivity of this town.   

The most well-meaning experts tell me I don't have a chance.  That this very blog is political suicide.  Any chance you want to help me prove that we can do things differently, that authentic voices of ordinary citizens matter?  If so, you can start by sharing this on your social media platform of choice.  Oh, and maybe consider running too?  

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Meet My Cohabitants

Most likely, you've crossed paths with our family at some point having breakfast at the Amish Store or getting some Blue Bell ice-cream at the Fudge Shop.  But just in case you haven't met all those people that come with my total package, here we are.  We wear brightly colored shoes, speak two different languages, share 3 different faiths, and come in about 4 shades.  We are Appal-ASIAN.  Truly we are.  If you don't believe me, do check out this old blog of mine: 5 Things That Prove I'm Really Appalachian.

Between the five of us, we are:  a Berea College staff member, a breast-cancer survivor, a retired Las Vegas casino worker, a first-grader, and a non-profit administrator.  We share a multi-generational dwelling with  separate (but attached) living quarters. A few of us were born right here in Madison county.  The rest of us are honored to make it our home.  

P.S.  All of these stellar photos were taken by the talented Ray Davis, a Berea College graduate who now runs http://www.raydavisphotography.com/.   And we took them all right here in Berea - the Old Town train depot and the Berea City Park!



Mae Suramek

Mae Suramek