Elections, New Hampshire, nail polish and cookies


Ashley Biviano

It’s hard to believe it’s been more than a month since I’ve taken over the editor gig here at The Evening Sun. What an awesome month it’s been. Shawn deserves balloons or coffee for all his stellar work. (I vote coffee because we’re running low and I forgot to get more k-cups this afternoon). For the first three weeks it was just Shawn and I handling the news-y happenings throughout the county, and Pat – as always – continues to hold down the sports section like a champ. We welcomed a new reporter, Matt, almost two weeks ago now, and things are working out well. Soon we’ll be up to staff and I’m super excited about that.
I took over at just the right time for elections to be rolling around. This means I have 7,749 “Letters to the Editor.” Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but I have a bunch. A few have actually interested me. Some even address me as a person, and those are my favorite. The others … well, I read them and print them.
To be honest, I don’t care in the slightest the election outcome of these highly contested towns. Being removed from those locations is to my benefit. UVAC this, New Berlin Ambulance Service that … Fracking is horrible, fracking would benefit all … yadda yadda yadda. If you want to vote on Tuesday, head out and vote. If you don’t, fine by me. I’ll still read your opinions on ‘30 Seconds’ and keep mine to myself. Those are conversations to be kept in the confines of the newsroom during staff meetings. For now.
For the first Monday since my second week at The Evening Sun, I will not have an opinion piece ready to roll on Monday. Due to all of the “Letters to the Editor” that should run either Tuesday or before, I have decided to switch some things around.
Look at me – being all friendly and facilitating to all the folks who have something they’d like to get out there before the masses flock to the polls.
That just reminded me of the last time I voted. Polls were open until 9 p.m. I showed up at 8:58 p.m., on purpose, and was told I was too late. Flashed my phone and reminded them I had two minutes. They couldn’t find me on the list, and asked me four times if I had my first name correct. …I was fairly certain I did, but three different individuals insisted my name must be Josephine.
“Nope, I’m Ashley. But I did always think Josephine was a cool name. I had a great aunt Josephine I never got to meet.”At any rate, since I was “in line” before nine, they had to let me vote, once they made a call to Albany and had me fill out some change of address form even though it hasn’t changed since I moved back from Buffalo.I went in there, voted “no” to the school budget, and was out of there in seven seconds.But I digress – you folks are excited about elections and there are some “hot button” issues, I suppose. So I’ll let you have your space to share your views.
After all, you put up with my antics week after week.
Fear not, though, I’ll have something ready to go one of the others days next week.
I’m peeling out Friday for a much needed weekend in New Hampshire and I am more than excited. Weekends in NH make my head and my heart happy, and it’s nice to breathe different air, sit in different chairs, and surround myself with some fantastic folks.
I guarantee the event I am attending will provide me with weeks worth of content to write about. There’s even a “Ladies in the Media” panel, which should prove to be fun and informative.
The drive is pretty fantastic too. Not much beats solo dance parties while cruising along scenic routes through New Hampshire in Autumn.
In non-work related news … my sister is about to have her baby. Hopefully. She was due a week ago today. I’m looking forward to being “off the wall Aunt Ashley,” and can’t wait to help the little kiddo learn about some obscure things. The niece and I will have reggae dance parties and I’ll show her how to play Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” on the drums, just because it’s a cool tune.
Well … I just took a 45 second break to check ‘30 Seconds’ and found 15 submissions awaiting approval. Hint: I am not oblivious to acronyms. Per the implemented policy, profanity is not permitted, and I will not approve posts that are acronyms for phrases containing profanity. I dislike censorship as much as the next gal, but they’re not going to get approved. Figure out how to get your message across without it, or I’ll just continue to delete them. Gracias.
In his poem titled “Pretend,” Buddy Wakefield wrote, “We’ve got 6 billion dawning truths, setting 6 billion different suns on you.”
I like that you all have opinions. I like that I disagree with most – if not all – of you. It keeps my days interesting, to say the least.
Alright, this was longer than intended, and I still need to paint my nails, finish my book, and bake cookies.
In no particular order.