Not really about politics (no, really! It's not!)

Mostly copied (with editing and additions) from a reply to a post in haddayr's LJ:

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One of the people in my f'list (uncacreamy) came across a link to this picture in chat, and she loved it so much, she copied it to her own scrapbook. I've done the same. It just makes me happy to see it:



(I'm not sure, but based on the context, and what's going on in the background, I think it was taken on Wednesday morning, and at his daughters' school.)

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Now, to the real subject of this post: that "fist-bump" gesture. I know, during the election (was it as far back as the primaries? I honestly can't remember), the fearmongers said it was a "terrorist" thing -- like some secret code, or something.

And what I want to know is "Why would anyone believe that?"

I mean, how many of us, and how many of Obama's oponants, have actually seen a bunch of terrorists bumping their knuckles together? I know I haven't seen any.

But I have seen that gesture before Obama started using it, but where I'd seen it didn't come back to me until this afternoon: I've seen it while watching televised baseball games, when one player gets on base, or gets a homerun, or something, his teammates will "fist bump" him in congratulations -- it's like a handshake, but quicker (and you can do it while holding your batting gloves in your hand).

...I think that's where I've seen it, anyway...

I certainly know it was around for a long time before he and Michelle shared the gesture at a political rally...

Obviously, the "oh, look! He's a terrorist" meme didn't stick as well as his opponants hoped it would, because he got elected. But why did this meme stick at all? Is it through some vague association with the Black Panthers' upraised fist power salute?

Anyway, I just think the wide variety of ways that we greet and congratulate each other is interesting.

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Off to do more writing, now.

OMG! After slacking off on NaNaWriMo almost completely for the first six days...

I am all caught up!

(Well, sorta.)

If I had been a good and consciencious little writer, and written at a steady pace of 1,667 words a day, every day since the beginning of the month (instead of not writing anything for the first week as I wallowed in Obama-Watch, 2008), I should have gotten to word #20,004 by the end of November 12th.

I typed in word #20,032 a little over half an hour ago. Strictly speaking, it's not on deadline, since the word was crossed on the 13th. But that really doesn't matter, because it will be all the same difference when I sit down at the computer, first thing after breakfast.

From here on in (until I hit the wall of the Art Garden), I shall be getting ahead of deadline (Which I need to, because of the wall of the Art Garden).

I think I've earn myself a midnight snack with chocolate chips... :-)