Miranda July Launches Get-Out-the-Vote Campaign That Vaguely Feels Like a Pitch for an Angsty French Film

I voted on Tuesday. There was an election to fill a slot on the Prince George’s County Council. So I went to an elementary school near my house. I stood in a line inside a gym. I got a card for a Diebold machine. Then I got in another line. Then I voted.

The process was simple, like writing a bunch of bland declarative sentences in a row.

God, I wish I was like Miranda July, who can have the same prosaic experience I did and describe it as an Amazing Existential Journey (via):

Here’s why you should vote: you are going to really love it, the whole strange procedure. You get to walk right into a building that you would never normally be allowed in, often an elementary school. You can pause in the hallway to look at all the weird school-art and feel the eerie vibe of hundreds of kids living their endless kid lives right nearby. Then you follow the arrows to the voting room and look at the faces of the volunteers - who are these people? There is a hush of secrecy, the voting booth is clunky, the whole thing seems fake somehow. You consider filling in all the bubbles, like you did on the SATs. But you don’t. You vote. You walk back outside feeling like you just gave blood or something, lightheaded from citizenry. You are wearing a sticker that says “I Voted” and you wish you could continue to get stickers like this throughout the day: I Ate Dinner, I Went To Sleep, I Got Out Of Bed, I Went To Work.
But alas, it is just this one thing that we all do together, savor it.

Can’t wait to see what happens when Miranda July goes to get her car smogged.

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