I wasn't blogging in 2001 and 2002, but I already had become a subscriber of Salon and a fan of the Daily Howler and Bush Watch. I collected articles, for emailing and for use in various writings. I occasionally read a blog or two but never really considered participating. I was in the midst of a couple major writing projects, my personal life was full, and soon I would be preparing to leave the country for over a year. I remember stumbling across Daily Kos back in 2004, before I left the country. Had I registered then, I'd have one of those cool two or three digit UIDs that now sell on eBay for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
The timing didn't seem ideal for a political junkie, but I first crossed the pond to Europe in the late spring of 2004. Our intention was to remain over there for a year and a half, moving around a lot, studying pre-history, history, and especially art history, absorbing all forms of culture and wandering the landscapes. We would take ships and boats and trains and cars, and we each would have one bag and one pack so we could get around quickly and easily. The thought was in our minds that if things didn't go well in 2004, we might not return at all. There seemed no end to the depravity of the Bush-Cheney team, and no bottom to the depth of its fetid septic tank morality. But even while traveling, I remained a political junkie, and the local media only partially provided my fix. I needed American news. I needed it from sources other than traditional media websites. The blogs became more important to me.
In Paris that late May, we returned from the museums one evening to the small hotel that for a few days was home, and were excitedly embraced by members of the hotel staff. Michael Moore had just won at Cannes. These Parisians wanted to believe the best of Americans, and Michael Moore's victory at the world's most prestigious film festival somehow was deemed to reflect on us as well. Just because we are Americans. We had feared how we would be received while traveling, particularly in France, and just over a year after the invasion of Iraq it did not seem the most propitious time to be over there. But on so many levels it was. In Heidelberg, we saw a Kerry banner hanging from an apartment window. And everywhere we went the locals embraced us. They didn't presume or prejudge, and when we would explain that Bush was even worse than they realized we would become as if instant celebrities. The locals learned from us, we learned from them and from the endless fascinations of their wondrous landscapes and complicated, often gruesome, and even often ecstatically inspiring histories. But for news of home more and more I needed the blogs.
We were in Ireland during the Democratic National Convention. In Galway, at three or four in the morning, we watched a young senatorial candidate named Barack Obama enthrall the world with his eloquence and his potential, and when he was done, I said he would be president some day. I little imagined that some day would come in the very next presidential election. At that point I still had hopes and maybe even expectations that the next presidential election would be to reelect President John Kerry. We had asked for our absentee ballots to be sent to my dad in Oregon. When he received them, we waited until we would be in one place for more than a few days. He Fedexed the ballots to us in Vienna. In Budapest, we used the internet to finish researching local ballot measures, then Fedexed the ballots to a friend back home, and she hand-delivered them to our county elections department.
A friend who had been a nurse at the Olympic Training Center in Colorado gave me some unusual treatment advice and it slowly seemed to be helping. But I needed rest. I needed down time. I didn't want down time. Every day had to count, but I needed down time. We had planned to spend a few days hiking in the Swiss Alps in the spring, but now we planned to stay on a northern Italian lake first. And do nothing. It would be the slowest days of the entire trip. It would be one of the very few times we vacationed at an actual vacation spot. According to my Daily Kos profile page, I registered on May 22, 2005. I took some 150,000 digital photos on the trip, but on that day at the lake I took exactly two.
After 24 countries, and nights spent in over 100 different locations, we returned to the United States in November of 2005. Home is home, and if we don't work to make it work we will have no home. We visited relatives on the East Coast, then embarked on our journey back across this sprawling land of such stunning beauty and such disproportionate excess and want. We were in our own house in early 2006. The friend who had been living there had until her last month neglected to investigate the dripping she had been hearing in the bedroom wall. When she opened up a small hole, the mold broke out in open bloom. I was fortunate to have good insurance. But after nearly two years of frenetic and peripatetic traveling, our first few months back home were not spent sleeping. Our bed was a futon mattress on the carpet of our living room. Beneath the skylight. While half the house was torn apart. I'm a night person and a light sleeper. I didn't get a lot of sleep. And somewhere in there I began participating more regularly, then regularly, at Daily Kos. It had been a political touchstone for me, and now it became a community.
I spent a lot of time in community diaries such as Top Comments and Brothers and Sisters and the freewheeling fun of Buhdydharma's Ask A Kossack. I spent a lot of time in diaries that had nothing to do with politics, because in this community people are interested in all forms of intellectual and cultural expression, and in this community people are passionate about everything. Daily Kos is about passion. I looked with admiration on successful diarists. Eventually, I tried posting another diary. It took a while before any of my diaries hit the Recommended List, and when one finally did it lasted maybe 15 minutes. Eventually I wrote one that stuck. Over time, a few others hit and stuck. People started to recognize me. People began to read me. I began to write almost every day. I began to hit the Rec List a few times a week.
Life does what it does, and as I wrote more diaries I had less time to hang out and have fun in other people's diaries. As my life returned to some semblance of normalcy, my ability to blog came and went in bursts. It seemed the site was united as one in the thrill of election year and election night 2006, and it seemed we disintegrated into discord in 2007 as we thrashed about over the new Democratic Congress's strategies and agendas. Election year 2008 got nasty. I quietly left the site for a while and missed it greatly and missed it not at all. Although by then I was a well known diarist, I knew I would be missed by some but that for the most part my absence wouldn't be noticed. Blogging and humility aren't often related, but I had no illusions about my impact on the Daily Kos community. Politics is intense. People involved with politics are intense. They tend to have an occasional strong opinion. No one person and no one set of opinions is what matters. Fusing, melding, and syncretizing those opinions, and then bringing them to action is what matters.
Some years before Markos had noted that this site and this community are bigger than any of us, and he himself later proved it by being almost invisible for a long while as he focused on building DK4. The site just kept on humming. Hunter also was all but invisible for a long while during the build of DK4. The site just kept on humming. Meteor Blades took a much deserved sabbatical and even then the site just kept on humming. Other front pagers have come and gone, and in one case come again, and the site just keeps on humming. Popular diarists have come and gone and you know the story. The site is bigger than any of us. All real communities are bigger than even their most prominent members. Other than maybe triciawyse, no one at Daily Kos is indispensable. Not even Michael Moore. Many here have become friends offline, and many haven't met anyone but here, but this is a vibrant, living, breathing community. The site hums. Ultimately, I missed that hum. I came back, resumed writing, and last year was invited to be a Featured Writer. The site just kept on humming.
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