I was washing my yankee sheets (ropes to control the head sail, land-lubbers), rinsing the lines of their crusty salt to try to soften them for a long summer’s storage in the middle of San Carlos Bay, Sonora, Mexico, and I couldn’t get it out of my head – this uncomfortable feeling like I’d wronged someone, like somehow I’d done something bad. I was remorseful. It’s not the sort of feeling you want to leave Mexico with – they’ll see it at the border and might not let you back into the States without a back-room interview or two.
I’d posted a casual tweet, a #followfriday post to recommend a couple guys with way more followers than me who certainly don’t need my recommendation…. But for some reason I felt like saying something. Like a really stupid scientist throwing an acid and a base into the same tweet and being surprised when there’s a reaction, I took two guys I follow on Twitter, @shoq and @stephenkruiser, and doled out a rare #followfriday:A #followfriday of contrasts: @Shoq and @stephenkruiser (though a Right-ish figure, however, SK is more personable than political)It was innocent enough, and I wasn’t expecting any issues with it (who doesn’t like a mention here & there, no matter how many followers they have?), but @Shoq didn’t care much for the mashup:
@tacotraveler Kruiser is about as personable as a roadside I.E.D. Did that crank pay you to tweet my name with his?There was a back-and-forth w/r/t what “personable” means, and I suppose I gave in and didn’t want to just come out and say, “dude, stop being a dick,” but I let it go. So there I sat, churning my headsail sheets with a winch handle in a five-gallon bucket of warm fresh water and laundry soap, watching yet another amazing sunset and sipping on what may be my last margarita in Mexico for a long time (okay, I’ve since poured one more and am considering a third), but just feeling emotionally shitty, generally. And I figured out what was bothering me so much about it: I felt like the guy with whom I share a side (or at least several posts) of the political fence, as it were, was just plain wrong about how he goes about it – how he navigates the political landscape. Our new president would agree, I'm sure, that making a vitriolic attack against a political opposite was no better than, say, Cheney, who (let’s face it) is a major dick.I have no idea what Stephen Kruiser’s radio show is like. Does he stir things up, Rush-style, and make an ass of himself to appease an audience that might demand a bit of lefty hatred or they’ll stop tuning in? I don’t know, but I don’t intend to check, either. I've belonged to a country club and seen enough narrow-mindedness to satisfy me for all time - people like slot cars on a track with no criss-cross: they simply won't change lanes - not on an idea or opinion, no matter how small or large or how unreasonable their position. But when it comes to Stephen Kruiser, the only persona I care about – the only one I interact with (as much as you can interact, as one of 80k followers) – is the one on Twitter. That persona seems like a nice guy, and I can't say I'd really like to discuss politics in 140 character snippets. Politics, for me, requires many more words (and usually a lot of alcohol) if feelings and friendships are to be preserved.Shortly before my #followfriday post, I was introduced on Twitter (accidentally, via a @Shoq post criticizing a different guy on Twitter) to an entirely different sort of conservative. Someone who, when I looked through his posts, referred once to Obama as “Barry” and in many other posts was just a jerk. “Barry,” I suppose is no more disrespectful than calling our previous president “George,” but the way he said it made him sound like an asshole – like someone seeking the tiniest edge, like someone looking for anything that will annoy the left and ingratiate themselves to the right. I don’t have anything against conservatives unless they get preachy or personal, and I guess it’s fair to say that I have nothing against liberals, either, unless they get personal. Why hate someone for what they believe? My seven and six-year-old know better.My politics? I’ve been all over the place. After high-school and early in college I suppose I was in a sort of “be like my dad” state of being, where finally getting to live with and spend a lot of time with a father who I'd seen only on holidays and summer trips for much of my adolescence was reason enough for me to adopt his politics and be as much like him as possible. I don’t know – I’m probably stretching, but it’s fair to say that I really looked up to Michael J. Fox as Alex P. Keaton, and like most of those guys I went to a lot of frat parties (never pledged) and started college as a Business major.Then, in 1989 or so, I discovered a bit of a reader and writer in me and fell into the English crowd at San Diego State. I started hanging with hipsters (hipster-esque as they could be well past the Kero-wacky fifties). I edited a literary magazine. I may or may not have smoked a lot of pot and I may or may not have smoked some of that pot with a professor or two. Basically, influenced by the crowd I liked being with, I adopted the politics of that crowd. That continued into graduate school, where, as a grad TA and English master’s student I became, um... the professor.In 1996 my grades and my ambition turned me from the scholar route (I’m a pseudo-scholar), and I started working as a contractor at Microsoft. I think I steadily moved more towards the political center as my income rose and the cool-factor of English-major liberalism started to wear off. I started my own consulting business and saw more than six figures (pre-Y2K, when six figures was still pretty sweet), but even then I didn’t have a problem sharing with my government as long as the money seemed well-spent. I drove a red Jeep. I snowboarded. I climbed a couple times a week at a rock-climbing gym. And I dated a lot. I was a well-monied single guy and life was good.And where am I now? Well, after marriage, two brilliant and beautiful kids, divorce, unemployment... transience, I’m not much different than I was after grad school. I love “This American Life” and “Radio Lab” on NPR. I believe that art, music and writing should be required at every level of school, and that no life could possibly be full without some sort of self-examination in an artistic context. I listen to pop, hip-hop, electronica, the occasional metal, world music, “Adult Alternative,” and I have five versions of Bach’s “Cello Suites” played by five different cellists (if musical eclecticity (eclectic-ness?) says anything about politics). I voted for Obama and I teared up several times on election night (mostly when overt and uncontrollable happiness was displayed on screen, like a Malia / Sasha grin, but if you know me you know that I tear up easily). I don’t believe – either actually or conceptually – in a knowing, caring or vengeful God, but I believe that if there’s a force in the universe that gives a rat’s ass, it would care more that you’re nice than that you worshiped it every week. So yeah, I’m still a liberal. But the most important feature of “Where I Am Now,” as far as I'm concerned, would be my knowing I’m a part of the process – part of the community of ideas – and not the one and only solution. For me it’s about being a good person and letting other good people be good in their own way. And if they're not good, not friendly, not reasonable in their arguments or respectful while conducting their arguments, then move on. Maybe even unfollow. I guess what it comes down to is this: I just wish people wouldn't be dicks.TT
