Avevo promesso mesi fa che avrei reso pubblico su questo blog l’articolo che descrive nel dettaglio la metodologia ed i risultati ottenuti con la ricerca Eyes on Europe.
A grandi linee il progetto di ricerca l’ho descritto già in passato (qui e qui e ci sono anche un paio di post in inglese che ne discutono sul blog di Luca: qui e qui).
L’articolo, pur completo, è ancora in draft perchè ci piacerebbe ricevere qualche ulteriore suggerimento e contributo dai lettori del blog prima di proporlo per la pubblicazione.
Inoltre non abbiamo ancora individuato una rivista cui proporre l’articolo quindi indicazioni e suggerimenti in questo senso sono molto ben accetti.
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Anyhow, i went to City Hall to vote. At first, i was pretty humored. There were people of all ages and backgrounds standing on line to do their civic duty. When i got to the front, i asked if i could use a paper ballot; they looked at me like i was the devil and told me that this was a touchscreen only station. I decided i should suck it up and figure out how this touchscreen shit works so i didn’t argue. But OMG do i not feel secure about my vote. I went in and there was a big Diebold machine laughing at me. I was given a card that i had to put into the machine so that i could click a bunch of buttons on a screen and “submit” my vote. Did it count? I have no idea. I’m not even a technophobe and i don’t trust that damn thing. One of the things that i love about voting in SF is that i have to tear off this piece of paper at the top of my ballot; that confirms my vote and i can always go back with it and say, find my vote. I’m one of those crazy people who even keeps her pieces of paper until well after the election. When i cast my ballot in SF, i get to see the machine read it and the number go up – i can always see how many people voted before me. Here in LA? I have no idea. And i’m sooo not confident about the database behind that thing. I asked if i could get a receipt for my voting and the people looked at me once again like i had horns. They said that it counted, that it was all in the computer. (Damn techno-fetishism.) I made a less-than-thrilled face. One guy say and said, here, take this and handed me a sticker. Rather than simply saying that i voted, this sticker has the gaul to say “I voted touchscreen.”