Oh, the Audacity!

As everyone knows, I am a big fan of Obama's, at first in spite of myself and now with a fervor that has surprised me, especially in the way that his campaign (if not his followers or the press coverage of the election) is constantly overwhelming my capacity for cynicism.

Anyway, for this reason I am not embarrassed to mention that I decided to read Dreams from My Father. Besides my admiration, it bears research interest for me, and I wanted to see what the pre-campaign Obama was like (he wrote it in 1995). I am a little embarrassed, though, to admit how much I like this book. I'm not too far along, so I'm still reserving judgment, but so far I find it beautifully written and smart. I won't say more because this blog exists in part for me to compartmentalize and not talk about stuff like my work. Indeed, it exists to talk about my dog.

By all rights, Blondie should be a fan of Obama's too. But yesterday I accidentally forgot to latch the bedroom door, and Chris got home to discover a whirlwind of destroyed boots (fortunately I had been planning to give them away), slippers (also old), and this book. The good news is it's still very much in tact as far as reading it goes.


Postscript on animal rhythm: Chris said, "Of course animals have rhythm. Haven't you ever heard a bird singing?" OK, duh. But what I'm more excited about is the prospect that all around the globe animals may be engaging in activities akin to the electric slide (like these penguins). And that's what I plan to find out about soon (I'm v. busy right now).