{"id":646,"date":"2004-11-02T14:11:01","date_gmt":"2004-11-02T22:11:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=646"},"modified":"2004-11-02T14:11:01","modified_gmt":"2004-11-02T22:11:01","slug":"hope-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2004\/11\/02\/hope-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hope"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Can you feel the hope and energy? I can.<\/p>\n<p>Last night, my roommate Rima and I beep-beep-beeped our way down Sunset Blvd. past a mob of people carrying &#8220;Fire President Bush&#8221; signs. We both felt weighed down by the stress and fear of another letdown, but had to constantly remind ourselves that our emotions could do little to help. We&#8217;d just have to put in our votes and hope it counts. Instead, we talked about astrology and eavesdropped on the baristas. Rima read her sample ballot. I wrote a letter to my grandma.<\/p>\n<p>At 7-something this morning, I fell out of bed, threw on jeans and a hoodie and drove three blocks to my polling place, a little Russian church. (In retrospect, I realize I chould have walked, but my brain doesn&#8217;t work that early.)<\/p>\n<p>Outside, a man with a tape recorder was interviewing a guy walking his dog. He was a reporter from a local radio sation. Inside, six booths were occupied by people of all shapes, colors and sizes. As I voted, I felt grateful, hopeful and careful.<\/p>\n<p>I went back home to get ready for work and, before leaving, grabbed a coat from the rack that I hadn&#8217;t worn since winter. When I tried it on in front of the full-length mirror, I noticed that an &#8220;I voted&#8221; sticker was still on the lapel from the last election. I took it as a good sign, draped it over my arm, along with my handbag and lunch, and went to work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Can you feel the hope and energy? I can. Last night, my roommate Rima and I beep-beep-beeped our way down Sunset Blvd. past a mob of people carrying &#8220;Fire President Bush&#8221; signs. We both felt weighed down by the stress and fear of another letdown, but had to constantly remind ourselves that our emotions could [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=646"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1044,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions\/1044"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}