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…I hope, this evening (Friday), 6:30-8:30 p.m., for the fantabulous next book event starring yr. loyal web-author. It’s at Not A Number, an artistic and subversive gift and card shop on N. 45th in wondrous Wallingford.
IN OTHER, LESSER FRIDAY NOOZE:
The passing parade witnesses the demolition of the former Frederick Cadillac showroom, used more recently as the Teatro ZinZanni dinner theater, for a mega-high-rise condo project…
…and the arrival of what’s officially called the Seattle Streetcar, but is already unofficially known as the South Lake Union Trolley (for the acronymic possibilities), on a test run up Westlake Avenue. Passenger service is still tentatively scheduled to commence some time in December.
…at 5 a.m. for the past week, ever since I had to last Tuesday.
That was Election Day around here, as you may recall. I was temping for King County Elections as a ballot tabulator.
I felt like a real big-city commuter, descending into the Bus Tunnel hours before dawn, clutching my traveling coffee mug like a security blanket. And this would be the day voters decided whether to become more of a big community, by moving further from the drudgery of the solitary commute toward the shared experience of public transit.
At least that’s how I interpreted the Roads-n’-Transit referendum. Yeah, it would add a lot of expensive, wasteful highway lanes. But it would also extend the fledgling light-rail line, perhaps from Lynnwood all the way to Tacoma. (I’d really like it to go from Tulalip to Olympia, plus branch lines along the 405 and 520 corridors. But the civic planning bureaucrats thought voters might prefer the healthy-but-unfamiliar taste of transit when mixed with the fatty-but-indulgent taste of roads. Who was I to argue?)
I was soon on bus route 174, the local to Sea-Tac, through the tunnel and the Sodo Busway, doglegging to Fourth Avenue South, then down the East Marginal Way industrial strip. It’s always been one of my favorite Metro runs. Especially during commuting hours. It’s a vehicle for working-class heroes and heroines on their way to Boeing, Jorgenson Steel, Associated Grocers, Costco, the Seattle Design Center, and assorted other living-wage employers. Along the way it passes such landmarks as Andy’s Diner, the born-again Christian vacuum cleaner store, the Western Bridge Gallery, the possibly soon-to-be-last Seattle Denny’s, and several surviving mom-and-pop motels.
My destination was a tired, sixties-era concrete office building on Boeing Field property, where King County had installed its Temporary Elections Annex (known internally as “The TEA”). I got off the bus one stop too far, requiring me to walk almost a quarter mile. They say it’s always darkest just before the dawn. This was an hour or two before the dawn and was plenty dark indeed, particularly with the low clouds and fog. Auto traffic was already getting heavy.
I entered the building, dropped my coat at the coat check, signed in on the sign-in sheets, picked up my temp ID necklace, and strolled into the Tabulation Room.
At 6:45 a.m., our supervisor (whom I’d previously met during a two-hour training session the previous week), gave us a short pep talk. Workers wheeled in steel carts bearing the courregated boxes containing vote-by-mail ballots. Promptly at 7, workers designated as “runners” handed some of the boxes to us.
In addition to the supervisor and four runners, there were political-party reps standing to one side, two computer operators (caged off from the rest of us behind outdoor chain-link fencing), and nearly 30 of us tabulators. This turned out to be far more than the job needed; I suspect administrators overhired because they wanted to test a ramping-up of the election procedures, in preparation for going to all-mail balloting.
Despite what you might have read on certain wingnut blogs in 2004, King County Elections runs a tight, efficient ship. Within one day of mailing out the ballots, they’d started to receive and process them. Every received ballot went through a series of steps in a series of rooms (opening, signature verification, checking for “overvote” errors, etc.) before it was boxed up and sent to tabulation. By law, tabulation could only occur on or after election day.
The tabulating process is a ritual in itself. First, I’d “break the seal” on the box (a plastic wristband-type device) with an envelope cutter. After double-checking various numbers written outside and on a slip inside the box, I ran the ballots (up to 300 per box) through the counting machine. (Yes, lefty conspiracy theorists, all the machines are from the dreaded Diebold Election Systems.)
It all output to a stack of server computers behind the fence. But the underlying technology is older than mainframes, going back to the punch cards that recorded the patterns for 19th century textile looms. King County’s machines now use optical scanning instead of punched “chads,” but the principle’s the same. A stack of cards gets run through a reading machine. The machine sees the proper marks in the proper places and sends word to add the proper digits to the proper tallies.
With such a major mechanical component to the process, there will, of course, be errant situations. Most of these involved faults with the mechanism that fed the ballots through the machine. These uncounted ballots were simply re-fed; the second run usually did the trick. Most boxes had one or two ballots with worse problems, including physical damage, that required them to be sent to the “dup” room (where staffers would duplicated their votes on fresh cards).
In 11 hours, as our supervisor told us the following day, my fellow tabulators and I processed more than 141,000 ballots. There was no real time to detect voting patterns; but I couldn’t help but notice that the ballots I got, which came from all over the county, expressed no great fondness for Roads-n’-Transit.
By the end of the work day, darkness had resumed outside. I had enough pep left to go drinking, at least briefly. That’s when I learned R n’ T was a goner, and with it immediate hopes for a comprehensive transport solution.
Then it was home, then to a quick bath and bed. Then it was a noise like the old Star Trek red alert sound. It was the new fire alarm in my building. Nothing threatening, just a kitchen fire on a lower floor; but it kept me outside in the cold for an hour.
Because of the relatively low voter turnout (do we still call it “turnout” after it does all absentee?) and the aforementioned overhiring of us temps, I had only 11 hours of further work over the rest of the week. The work I did get was calm, stress-free, rote procedural work, the sort of thing I tend to like.
Next year, the TEA will be replaced by an all-new ballot-processing facility in Renton. By next November, every ballot cast in the county will go through there, via the Postal Service (no more in-person polling places). Let’s hope it continues to go this smoothly.
And let’s hope I can learn to sleep in a little later.
P.S.: In case you were wondering, the more popular write-in candidate names I saw included Homer Simpson, Stephen Colbert, voters’ cats and dogs, and, in the Venus Velasquez race, “Ima Drunk.”
Sound Transit wants to extend its yet-unfinished light rail line all the way from Seattle to Tacoma. King County exec Ron Sims doesn’t like the idea.
This is an example of political turf-holding at its most basic. I disagree with Sims’s position, but respect him for taking it.
Part of Sims’s job is to promote King County as a place to live and work. Enabling easier commuting to/from Pierce County doesn’t aid that mission. It might even potentially harm that mission.
But in the big-big picture, we’re an economically integrated metroplex and had better start acting like one.
As Seattle becomes ever more haughty and costly, Tacoma’s more affordable housing is more vital. So is Tacoma’s status as a funky, unpretentious, working-class anchor.
Besides, I’d love easier car-free access to the Java Jive and the Fife Poodle Dog.
Danish engineers have been in town, researching the feasability of replacing the Montlake section of Highway 520 with a tunnel. Traffic, with its noise and unsightly bulk, would magically disappear under the ground, leaving upscale real estate in the area even more valuable.
I actually like the idea. If we must have more highway lanes from/to the burbs, might as well put ’em where we don’t have to see ’em.
Of course, there’s always the little bugger of what it would cost…
A Seattle Times Sunday editorial rejected the Roads and Transit ballot measure, following its Friday “expose” of Sound Transit light-rail construction costs.
Both pieces were built upon faulty reasoning.
About the supposed revelation of cost overruns, those “wasted” $5 million or so were out of a budget approximately a thousand times that high. Of course construction projects that drag on a decade or more are going to rise in price, especially during Seattle’s condo-mania when everything from concrete to cranes has been in overheated demand. The article failed to mention that if the original Sound Transit scheme had been approved in 1995, let alone the Forward Thrust transit scheme in 1968, we’d have gotten many more miles of light rail at a lower total cost.
And about the editorial’s assertion that we don’t need no new-fangled pubic transportation, that all we need to get around better is more and bigger highways?
The next day, the Monday Times’s big headline gave the startling news that people in Puget Sound country are driving less these days and taking public transportation more. The region’s vehicle population is still growing, but at a third its ’80s rate. And Sound Transit’s ridership has trebled since 2000. And that’s without light rail. Might the Times editorial board be persuaded to change its mind and acknowledge the value of adding more transit? Naaah…
AWAKENING FROM THE DREAM(LINER): Boeing’s 787 Dreamliner will now be at least six months late to its maiden flight.
Boeing says it’s due to multiple snags in the plane’s global outsourced production system.
So much for author Thomas Friedman’s claims about the world (of global commerce) being flat, Seattle Times columnist Danny Westneat concludes.
Still, don’t expect Boeing to go back to making more pieces of its products itself. Global deals, political tradeoffs to get state-owned foreign airlines to buy the finished planes, you know…
FALLING DOWN: Shortly after the start of Sunday night’s Seattle Seahawks-New Orleans Saints football game at Qwest Field, NBC’s skycam mechanism fell from its high wires onto the field below.
The mishap occurred during a called time out. Nobody was on the playing field when the skycam suddenly became a groundcam.
Once play resumed, about ten minutes later, the Seahawks did all the crashing. The unsung Saints, in their first victory of the season, trammeled the hapless Hawks in a game that wasn’t nearly as close as its 28-17 final score. It was the Hawks’ second nationally-televised collapse in as many weeks.
THINKING GLOBALLY, PICKETING LOCALLY: The P-I Monday headline: “Stripped-down student protesters rush Macy’s aisles.”
The reality: Less flamboyant, more serious, more global.
Six female college students simply walked into the ladies’ room at the downtown Seattle store formerly known as The Bon Marche. They emerged clad in odd, but street-legal, garments assembled from black plastic trash bags. After 15 minutes on the premises, the six left to join 12 other female and male picketers outside.
The protesters’ slogan: “I’d rather wear trash bags than Macy’s sweatshop clothing.”
The protesters’ message: A statement of solidarity with unionized textile workers in Guatemala, who have been locked out by factory management. The factories in question, Cimatextiles and Choishin, make clothes for such U.S. brands as Talbot’s and Liz Claiborne.
DISSED FOR LISTENING TO DISSERS: Gov. Christine Gregoire’s been traveling the state, patiently listening to citizen gripes at town meetings. Republican Party operatives blast the meetings as a big political stunt.
Let’s figure this one out: When the gov, as part of her regular governing duty, hears the voice of the people, that’s “political.” But when, say, undeclared un-candidate Dino Rossi travels the byways to make himself heard, that’s just public service?
From here to the bigtime mainstream media, everybody loves the South Lake Union Streetcar’s new unofficial nickname, South Lake Union Trolley. Or rather, they love its juicy acronym.
And who wouldn’t love the SLUT?
Particularly since the acronym’s just so darned appropriate for a mini-transit system “railroaded” into existence by Paul Allen’s lobbying, whilst plans that would move more people thru more populous places (can you say Mo-no-rail?) get slowly hacked to death?
I expect all of you to be wearing your official unofficial SLUT T-shirts on the line’s opening day in December. Heck, you could even wear ’em at this coming Monday’s reopening of the downtown bus tunnel, another of Seattle’s under-two-miles transportation non-solutions.