Back from NY late last night after a successful conference. It feels good to leave on a high note. Made limited use of brain today–breakfast, convention hotline, lunch with M. & B., long nap, dinner.
Spent 4 hours today manning the convention hotline, answering questions about how to choose delegates, where the convention is, and incredibly detailed and sometimes difficult to answer problems in a district. Many Texans spent a good portion of today sitting inside, waiting because the process wasn’t clear or the process was clear and someone was stalling. Results are being turned in, though. So many participating in the process despite the last decade of growing distrust and distinterest in national level politics is inspiring.
Greatly enjoyed the friendly stoner waitstaff at the seafood restaurant inside Whole Foods after 4 days of NY waitstaffs’ icy rudeness. So good to be home. B. had a great idea after dinner for a SXSW workshop. He keeps impressing me with his creative ideas for how to reach out and gather together like-minded people based on topics he’s interested or an expert in. I feel fallow lately, as though I’ve blown through all my great ideas and there’s nothing I’m interested in pursuing. Symptom of not doing the kind of work I need/want to be doing or just the opposite?