It's Election Day! How was your voting experience?
I was able to vote today, and it was a real vote— not one of those provisional ballots. I'm in Ward 5, Precinct 1 of Cambridge and voted at the LBJ apartments on Erie St. about 3 minutes from my apartment by foot.
They helpfully posted a copy of their registered voters list outside of the location, and my name was conspicuously absent. I had confirmed my registration to vote by VoteForChange.com's Facebook app, so I was surprised.
I was sent home to call the city election people and come back with mail in my name as I'm currently awaiting a replacement of my driver's license. The city people found me with no trouble (in their computer) but I was nowhere at the 5,1 polling place (paper listings.)
The woman who helped me at LBJ was quick, courteous, and knowledgeable. The explanation I received for my name not being on the listings they had was, "You're a Libertarian." I guess they only queried for voters
WHERE RegParty IN ("R","D","U","I")I also saw a girl in front of me receive and fill out two ballots. One was of course marked SPOILED immediately at check-out, but it was funny that she filled them both out. I felt the very fabric of our democracy tearing. :)
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Of [...] 80 million new antidepressant prescriptions in the '90s, non-psychiatrists wrote 60 million. And if studies of primary caregivers are any indication, most of those diagnoses of depression were made in less than three minutes.
Which is really upsetting! So then you get really mad at doctors, but then realize they're just giving the people what they want (as patients are now customers) and so you shift the rage to the Pharmaceutical companies for pushing the stuff like cold cereal to elementary school kids.That's not very fair though- no amount of advertising forces you to want/buy something.
So why? Why do such a high proportion of people looking for relief from depression seek it in the same manner? Is there some factor aside from personal decision-making which compels us into the 'take a pill and get on with your life' solution? Well, consider this:
Try getting your company's health insurance to cover the expense of counseling. Odds are, it won't. But it'll pay for pills.
Thanks again to Salon.com, my daily workhorse of a site to read while not working at work. Post coming later tonight about something way cooler and more fun and interesting and relevant to people who are awesome. I also tried to upload some music but Vox is too busy having sex with journaling platforms of its own gender.
Some very sad news reported by The Independent yesterday.
Apparently the world's cutest future murder-machine, Knut, has spent too much of his formative years around humans, rendering him a 'psychopath,' presumed incapable of mating with another of his own species. Clearly the solution is to put another polar bear* in a human suit, and Knut won't be able to walk for the involuntary thrusting of his loins. The downside being that this could yield procreation, and until now the only solace I've found in one being attracted to other species is knowing progeny are out of the question.
This doesn't mean Knut is no longer adorable, it just means he's adorable and terribly damaged goods. Knut is both a furry and a child actor. That poor, poor bear. On the lighter side, observe this hilarious Rebus puzzle (stolen from Salon.com's Broadsheet:)
*Furries have taught me it does not matter what gender the other bear may happen to be.
