I’ve just been told that I must remain here until Mack and Carter get back from smoking. The two of them together, plotting, makes me nervous. Hopefully they’re just discussing where to get good tamales. But imagine if they find common ground of some sort.
Also, I need a haircut.
You know what tickles me? Every single legislator we’ve talked to has made a point of telling us how busy they are. No one has asked about it, so clearly, it’s a perception they feel people have of them and they’re worried about it.
Oh, and I asked about the best ways for constituents to get a hold of their legislators (especially after Rachel’s whole form letter incident) and this is what I learned.
Form letters from out of a person’s district get deleted or disregarded almost instantly. Form letters from within a district get answered, but not really considered. A personal email is considered, but all of them said that they’re inundated with so much email that it’s probably not that effective. So, either an old fashioned letter or a phone call is the way to go.
Well, I guess some folks.
But isn’t that the trick? Some folks just know that they can call up a legislator and be heard. The rest of us, I believe, feel ahead of time that our voice would not matter to people in power and so we don’t bother. I don’t know how you overcome that on your own. It takes something or someone to show you a different way.
I mean really how crazy is it that here I sit blogging away in the state capitol?
I don’t know. It’s like Plimco said. If someone had told me ten years ago that this would be such a big part of my life and it would take me here or out east or where ever, I’m not sure I’d have believed it.
Ha, Carter just poked his head in so I guess they’re back from their smoke. I’m going out to watch the New Americans have their day on the hill. Maybe more later.