Voting costs time and attention, arguably the only resources everyone is short on. The compensation is implicit, ephemeral, and uncertain. Never make the mistake of thinking you can predict exactly how much other people will behave when the price is subjective and wrapped in uncertainty.

A democracy is an endless cascade of institutions designed to pick winners. Those winners are themselves a product of the rules as much, if not more, than the preferences of voters. Rules will inevitably be gamed, sometimes in manners that seem unfair at best, antithetical to the ambitions of democracy at their worst. A good rule of thumb, however, is that the more unfair an outcome seems, the more fragile it is. A minority party that has gerrymandered voting districts to the hilt might have disproportionate power one day, but they are exactly one exogenous shock away from a electoral cascade event. Any political party is never more than one election away from the dustbin of history.

Polling is increasingly challenging and it’s hard not to feel like they are always fighting the last war. How do you find out what people want in a world where, as previously mentioned, time and attention are scarce? How do you poll people who won’t answer the phone and, even worse, those who do answer phone are decidedly different from those who do? Same thing for people on Facebook. Same thing for people at the mall. Same thing for anyone who uses one tool or media instead of another. It’s never been easier to learn about an exact subset of people, while never harder to learn about everyone.

The electoral college is an extremely dumb peculiar institution. Tuesday could be a tie or a two point differential, but the most likely outcome is a roughly 80 point blowout. The catch being that the blowout could go either way.

I voted (early) for Harris/Walz. I hope they win, but not sure I can say much else for sure. Democracy is hard.

It’s spooky season and I just received perhaps the spookiest of student emails. We all know that students never read the syllabus, only want to know what’s on the exam, and can’t be bothered to pay attention. But, and hear me out…what if they are listening?

I got this email yesterday. It might be my favorite student email ever, even if it is direct evidence that my stream of consciousness while lecturing, from the students’ perspectives, must border on surreal at times. I don’t know that much of it is actually funny, but it’s interesting to see what actually sticks in a student’s mind. Notes in curly brackets { } are edits and additions from me, with a few small redactions to ensure the anonymity of the student:

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From: {NAME REDACTED}

Halloween is the time to celebrate the spooky things in life, and what is scarier than being perceived? I have taken it upon myself to write down some of the silly things you say in class throughout the month of October to celebrate the scariest time of the year. I have compiled them all here and I think you should be proud of your wit. I think they are funnier without context, so in the spirit of politics, I will be leaving it out. 

“I’m just a decomposing corpse here on stage.”

“The good thing about a recession is it’s not a vibes-based measure.”

“[Imagine] You’re wearing a suit, mens or pant….”

“We’re not making assumptions about shapes… yet.”

“Can you imagine the ad campaigns for the eight year old vote?!”

“[In reference to Jesse Ventura, one might even imagine little hearts scribbled in the margins] He’s perfect” {Note: This was not said in admiration of his politics, but rather his existence as Jesse Ventura}

“{Irrelevant 3rd party candidate} is the antichrist, that’s all I know. They kicked my dog and I want to throw them into the 4th layer of hell.” 

(with the most deadpan tone and expression) “Yippee, we’re fine, we’re free, we’re great.”

“There’s crooks, and then there’s crooks”

“What I’m saying is, we’re all becoming monsters.” (very on theme to be honest)

“I cannot tell the difference between parody and reality.” (uh oh)

“White gets 1, grey gets 0, and professor Makowsky goes into a quiet rage.” 

“Get an amish pretzel with amish butter on it, ya know. Love yourself.”

“Stay away from the swamps, there’s luggage there that wants to eat you.”

I am part of the exodus from Twitter to Bluesky. I still maintain my Twitter account, but do not post there. I do, however, still scroll both of my feeds on occasion. I am more optimistic for the future of Bluesky for a variety of reasons, not least of which is simply that it is improving with each week. The mechanics are excellent, there is far less garbage/noise/bots, and I never feel like I am party to anything with nefarious ambitions in the long or short run. There is a problem though.

It’s still kind of… boring. The echo chamber feeling at Bluesky is stronger, born almost exclusively of the selection effects of first and second movers from Twitter. I am rarely surprised on Bluesky, I never feel terribly challenged in an exciting way, unless you count the more frequent posting of squishy academic policy affirmations. There’s plenty of (warranted) election anxiety, but there’s no oppositional forces. There’s no tension.

Which is not to say Twitter is providing any of that in spades. Quite to the contrary, it’s a shell of its former self. The heaviest posters with the biggest followings have found plenty of reasons to stay, but for every big follower account, there were hundreds of medium sized accounts that pushed and pulled the conversation in interesting directions, providing both traction and the occasional surprise. A large share of medium accounts have abandoned ship, some moving to Bluesky, but far more have just dropped out of the medium entirely (apologies for the homonyms). There are interesting people left on Twitter, but they are inundated with bots, trolls, and milquetoast careerists only hanging around because they fell ass backwards into a couple thousand followers and feel too capital committed to move elsewhere. A once rich and diverse intellectual stew has been watered down into a thin broth of increasingly questionable nutritional value. And like a lot of spicy foods, I know I used to complain about the heat while I was eating it, but damned if I don’t miss it all the same.

Bluesky has passed the proof of concept. It works. It has value. Now we just need that final cohort to make the leap and bring the heat.

UPDATE ADDENDUM (10/22/24)

So THAT happened. Most people who are going to read it have already read it, but I did want to add two notes for future reference, both of which I tacked onto bluesky threads.

1. What I actually miss is the policy/econ/metrics nerds having esoteric discussion full of rivalry and verve. Yes, it was parallel to all kinds of trash, but it was sufficiently insulated. I have quite purposely come to Bluesky because Twitter is now full of nazis, bots, and nazi bots. I promise I don’t miss the nazis
2. I’ll admit I didn’t expect the word “tension” to get parsed as “negative approbation” , trauma, horrific violence, or hate. I could blame this on the internet, but this is my fault. I’ve been around long enough I should have know better. There is a reason why I tend to write things that come off pre-emptively defensive or as if they are equivocating. I try to prevent misinterpretation, willful or earnest, of my words. I should have done a better job here.
3. People are rightfully protective of Bluesky as a space separate from Twitter. That said, there are definitely a lot of trolls and bots already in place trying to turning any discourse into a hatefest.