I may have mentioned, briefly, that the Monty Python Society is running the Swedish Chef and his translator, Helga, for Undergraduate Student Government this year. Yesterday, I updated the website with some official campaign photos, and I sent the following letter to the student paper:

In this past Friday’s Daily Collegian, James S. Young and Lindsay Glace cited nearly all of the current crop of USG candidates, even those who did not make themselves available for comment. However, they neglected to mention one very important and very visible candidate — write-in vote Chef/Helga. While it might be tempting to dismiss a candidate whose platform and appearance are so obviously silly, shouldn’t the students of the University be allowed to make that choice for themselves? If, as Young and Glace write, “students are usually seen as apathetic to Undergraduate Student Government” and are often dissatisfied with what they see as that government’s empty promises, why isn’t the Collegian reporting on a candidate whose main goal is to breathe new life into the election process and generate student interest? When confronted with the inherent silliness of the system, it’s refreshing to discover a candidate who is silliness personified. If the Daily Collegian truly prides itself on giving a voice to the students, it should let Chef’s silly Swedish voice be heard.

Although Chef and Helga were interviewed last Wednesday, there has been no mention of the campaign in the newspaper. I’m not expecting them to take us seriously, but, considering that we’re one of the few groups that show up for every student event, some mention would be nice. Tonight is the final debate, so we’ll see how that goes.

So I’ve been thinking a lot about moving lately.

My current lease runs out in late July. I’ve already been sent a renewal notice. My rent won’t be going up more than a few dollars, and the rental office is offering other incentives (like a local gym membership) if people stay. I like my apartment, and I like where I live. When I first moved, I though it was a shame that I might only stay a year. It felt like the sort of place where I could live longer than that. It alone, however, is not reason enough to keep me here. I’m not sure I could handle another Pennsylvania winter.

My job is not a reason to stay either. I recently applied for a writer/editor position in another department, but I haven’t heard anything back yet, and I don’t know when (or if) I will. And the possibility of another job is not reason enough to stay. If I move, though, especially somewhere largely unfamiliar, can I be guaranteed anything better? The idea of moving anywhere without some kind of financial security seems like a very bad idea, but I haven’t seen much posted on job boards or online want ads for which I qualify in the cities that interest me. Scheduling interviews long-distance can be difficult. I don’t know when I’ll be able to visit these places.

Visiting these places also isn’t necessarily cheap. I could probably afford airfare, for instance, to Austin or San Francisco, but I doubt I could afford both. Certainly, these trips would have to be months apart, since right now about half my monthly paycheck goes to pay my rent. I also have to keep in mind the cost of moving, which itself is not insubstantial. I don’t want to let worry about the cost keep me here, immobilized, but I recognize that it will take more planning than seeing a city that looks nice in a book and hopping on a plane.

I would also like some sort of closure with the Monty Python Society, if only because I still have a lot of club material (old newsletters, videos, props, etc.) I need to give them before I leave. (The club no longer has an office where I can store them.) I don’t need to make a big deal about my leaving, but I’d like to let them know. If I plan to move at the end of my current lease in July, this could be difficult; they themselves will be gone at the end of the semester in early May. This isn’t insurmountable — I can always give them the material and say I might not be coming back — but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t an issue.

My chief reasons for wanting to move are financial (I’d like a better job, writing or editing), weather-related (I’d like warmer winters), and social (I enjoy my time with the Python Society, but I have no close friends left in town). As I told my parents when they visited me this weekend, I don’t need to make a drastic, life-changing choice right away, but I do need to make a decision right away.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed

Everybody knows that the war is over

Everybody knows the good guys lost

Everybody knows the fight was fixed

The poor stay poor, the rich get rich

That’s how it goes

Everybody knows

— Leonard Cohen

A massive government contract to rebuild Iraq’s oil fields after the war has been handed over, without bidding or consultation with Congress, to Haliburton, Vice President Dick Cheney‘s old company, from whom he apparently still receives up to $1 million in yearly compensation. The news probably couldn’t have come at a better time for Haliburton, which had been planning to final for bankruptcy. As The Daily Show‘s Jon Stewart put it: “I feel like the government just took a shit on my chest.”

And Haliburton won’t have to worry about pesky U.N. interference, now that the United States has officially said it will not cede control of Iraq to the U.N. at the end of the war:

Powell said the United Nations should, however, have a role in a post-Saddam Iraq, if only because it makes it easier for other countries to contribute to reconstruction costs.

Effectively, what this says to the world community is: we won’t let you stop us from making a mess, and we won’t let you tell us what to do with that mess when it’s done, but we will expect you to help pay for it.

Toftrees, where I live, is a pretty quiet neighborhood. The only sounds I usually hear from the neighbors are the occasional faucet turning on, the barking of the dog across the hall, and, just now, the sound of someone urinating in the apartment above me. It just doesn’t get much better than that.