Superdelegate My A**

I have to say this whole superdelegate crap is starting to bug me. This is the first presidential race ever (for me anyway) that I don't feel like I have to settle for someone. I'm actually excited about a candidate (Obama - I know, kind of a man-crush) and he may get "Gored" at the convention by a bunch of party hacks who can ignore the last eleven months. Its not that I have any problem with Hillary Clinton (or John McCain, to be honest) because after the last eight years I'd vote for a double cheeseburger as long as its last name isn't Bush, but I'd hate to see the Democratic Party's nominee selected by a process so undemocratic. It's in their name, after all. I shouldn't be so surprised, though. Most of my life politicians have found a way to make me stay home on Election Day. That's just super.

Meditation Vertigo

For the past couple of months I've been unable to meditate. I know its the result of a staggering lack of discipline, but that knowledge doesn't seem to help me stay on the bench for any length of time. I used to settle into position with okay posture and better intent, and as I started watching the breath come in and the breath go out, random thoughts would pop up, and I would identify them as "just a thought" and watch them fall away. I could do that fairly well when it was a thought here or an image there, but my mind has upped the game on me. Now its thought on top of image on top of idea in a roiling swamp of to-do lists and movie clips and story ideas and I have to get up and turn on the television just to grab whatever narrative it provides like a lifeline. I even fell off of the bench once, in an episode of meditative vertigo.
Any meditator would read this whiny post and respond "buck up soldier, welcome to the club." I know the answer is be patient and keep sitting. I am curious if anyone else meditates with a bicycle helmet on, ready for the next fall.