Monday, November 29, 2004

a national treasure?

so we went to watch National Treasure at AMC River East last night. and this after i had been up til three am the night before reading Dan Brown's Angels and Demons -yes, i know, it has been out for a long time, yadda yadda -i am slow and poor, ok? a combination which denied me this book until i saw in Powell's last weekend going for three bucks- and therefore still in fascinated by the Illuminati/Freemasons/Holy Grail mode. (i just finished rereading Da Vinci Code ten minutes ago, despite really really needing to be doing some work for any of my classes, havig slacked off all Thanksgiving weekend eating too much and shopping with Rachel and Shum. (rachel is now safely home in Pasadena. Her hat and scarf, however, are not, and will soon have to endure a cross -almost cross- country trek via USPS in a brown paper parcel to be reunited with their owner.)

surprisingly, it wasn't a bad movie. put all your objections to Nicolas Cage being the lead actor in any movie aside (yes, i know, the man gets more sleazy every year, against all odds) , accept that the hot babe is Diane Kruger (spelled, i just realised, like the national park) of Helen of Troy fame, sit back and enjoy the ride. it's an excuse to visit multiple american cities in one movie, including a flight deck in New York, and best of all, it involves puzzle-solving and clue-following! what more could one want out of a movie, right? (yes, my darlings, i KNOW i'm a geek. YOU know i'm a geek.) i was sitting in the cinema wondering to myself if i really could take the time out and energy to do some reading about the masons and their connections with american history. as well as their connections with grail/church history. the whole grail thing is v fascinating (i am sure i am not nearly close to being the first person to make this remark -grin-) and i know almost nothing abt it. (um. knights of the round table? indiana jones?)

and like all good thriller-adventure movies (and books!), at least by my definition, it tied up all loose ends neatly into a bow, before sliding into credits. (whereupon i promptly forgot i had a purse, almost left without it, remembered as i was leaving, turned back and then couldn't find it, prompting a panicked search ended by a kind gentleman who pointed out that i had somehow managed to stuff it under the arm of my seat.) and it had a cool and funny sidekick -Riley- who wore cool clothes, had funny lines, and wound up with a great car. (but no babe.) go watch it. it's two hours of entertainment remarkably devoid of things-that-blow-up, and conspiracies to take over the world.

Friday, November 26, 2004

thanksgiving redux

i am destined, it seems, to spend my thanksgivings in Apt 508, the Windermere. we were there for Janice's fantastic turkey last year (with Ying and her parents, and alvin, and a whole host of other people who came to help consume the massive bird); and i've just gotten home from thanksgiving feasting at Amanda-and-Sheryl's, where we -meaning a ravenous crowd of friends- gathered to pick the (non-existent) bones of a 15lb turducken nice and clean. (no night meat-sweats over leftover turkey, shum!)

there was tons of food -everyone seemed to bring exciting contributions! i brought spinach-mushroom-sausage lasagna, which was completely wiped out; and a green bean casserole, with mushrooms cooked in garlic butter and cream; someone else brought her turkey (she had planned another, separate dinner) and pumpkin pie with fresh whipped cream; there was pasta and salad and mashed potatoes and all the wonderful trimmings of a turkey dinner on Turkey Day. and of course, who could forget: shum made an awesome sweet potato casserole with a great marshmallow top, and crunchy sweet topping of pecans, cornflakes, sugar and spice. wonderful. i never really liked sweet potato, but that casserole may just have changed my mind forever.

and who could forget mike's contribution! mike came over my place for lunch this afternoon (yes, i got up at ten, went to the kitchen, and Started Cooking -it was an all day project- by chopping up tons of root veggies and making a chicken stew/potpie for lunch. four people ate a whole pot of stew and eight buttermilk biscuits.) and then we made bread, from scratch. my first attempt at making bread (without a bread machine). it was great fun. i swear we had monster mutant yeast though: it took the bread less than half an hour to proof each time (to double in size) and for a while it looked like the bread dough was going to take over my kitchen. (the fact that my kitchen was insanely warm from all the cooking and baking for my contribution to tonight's dinner may have helped the yeast ferment that sugar faster though.)

i forgot to take a photo of the bread or of the monster-mutant-yeast-filled dough though. my apologies.

now i'm really tired, and filled with delicious food (including tryptophan-filled turkey) and drink (who could have thought homemade sangria made with an entire bottle of red wine and an entire bottle of white wine -a precious riesling- could taste so good?). so now would probably be a good time to wish everyone a belated Happy Thanksgiving, and wisely retire to bed.

Monday, November 22, 2004


hmm. today is the...22nd...oh no!

Happy Birthday To You
Happy Birthday To You
Happy Birthday Dear Cousiiiiiiiiiiin...
Happy Birthday To You!

welcome to being 22. =)

no updates since friday -no updates all weekend! what's up with that? clearly i am slacking off =) i haven't been near the computer overmuch since thursday night. since i went shopping all day on friday, capping that off with dinner in Chinatown at Ken Kee's, and spent saturday pretty much asleep in alex's apartment, alternating between reading Used and Rare and watching the Food Network, and sleeping. and then going to the Ransom Notes concert at Bartlett, much thanks to miguel for the tickets. and Sunday...sunday i did some work, yes, i know, how amazing -wrote a paper in between puttering around the apartment, going to the store for groceries, and meeting Gabriel in school to discuss this ridiculous Chinese debate we are having in an hour.

and i made pseudo-ravioli. think i shall try to do the real thing one of these days -using wonton skins as wrappers doesn't really work, because they just taste like weird wantons or shuijiao. -frown- i'm just worried about being unable to roll the dough out thin enough to make it -well i have to roll it out by hand. but the filling worked out pretty ok: mushrooms, spinach, sweet italian sausage. in fact it was quite good. perhaps i shall make lasagna with it for the Thanksgiving Feast instead of ravioli...

the last great accomplishment of this weekend was buying plane tickets for our great Denver-New York adventure this winter break. we're going to go see H in Colorado, go skiing, and then spend christmas with her family in Denver! i'm excited. =) i haven't been back to denver since winter break my second year, so it'll be fun to go back. after that, we leave Denver on Boxing Day to go meet my parents and brother in New York, where we'll spend four days just shopping and eating it up in the Big Apple. then it'll be back here to Chi-town, show my brother the sights, hang out with my parents, that sort of thing. looking forward to it already!

one of these days, i'll post that piece on Civil Society that i've been intending to write since thursday morning. and a little bit more on the BA progress. but for now, i have to get my ass to school...

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

a post in three parts

many things to say, so let me start with the most banal:

you know, i think we buy new shoes but what really we want is for our new shoes to feel exactly like our old shoes feel. only -new, you know? i've replaced my old leather ankle boots, which have served me well and faithfully since i got them in 2001 before showing up here at the U of C. they've tromped through snow and salt and slush and rain, both here and in melbourne, and have roasted in sunny Singapore, and gone who knows where else -i forget. but finally they have reached the point where resoling them and putting them on again is just not worth the money. so i bought a new pair of Nine West ankle boots (which look almost the same) to replace them. but i just couldn't bring myself to wear them, and throw the old ones away. i finally had to force myself to wear the new ones, and throw the old ones (and the box for the new ones!) down the rubbish chute so that i don't have a choice anymore.

and still all i want is for my new boots to have that slouchy old-leather feel of ankle-hugging comfort, without my having to take the time to use my poor abused feet to break them in.

moving right along: Kenneth Waltz, of Theory of International Politics fame, was here at PISP this afternoon. we overflowed out of Pick Lounge and were relocated to Kent, the 'chemistry hall', where we filled a lecture room (capacity: 160) almost to the limit, and had 'a record attendance for PISP' since it began. we had more people in there than there were in PISP the weeks after 9/11. waltz, by the way, was wearing the most incredibly cute floppy bow tie -you know the kind, with lots of excess material, not the kind that holds up collars of tuxedos- definitely some old-school professor-ness there!

Waltz gave a shortish spiel on 'America Alone In The World' -ie why do we not see balancing against the USA? why is the US behaving like it is now? (essentially: the US is not behaving with restraint because there's no reason to. ie: this is what the US really wants to be doing, and now that no one exists who can gainsay it, it's gonna go ahead and do just what it damn well pleases) - and then took just about an hour's worth of questions thrown helter-skelter by U of C undergrads and grad students and professors all eager to get a piece of Waltz. good lord, if my brain works that well when i am pushing eighty, i can rest easy.

it seemed to me that Waltz's argument for why no balancing comes down to a few things:
  1. there's no one big enough to do it;
  2. there isn't enough material means to do it yet;
  3. the US, as the unipole, has plenty of incentives for countries not to oppose it -in fact to bandwagon with it-, and conversely plenty of punishments for those who do not go along with the US agenda. (i would take that to mean the US is actively working to prevent or at least delay, long-term, the rise of another pole that could constrain its activities.)
taken in total, it means states are biding their time, and balancing is coming -when the capabilities exist for balancing to occur, it will happen. after all, he points out, structural theories predict, if they predict anything at all, 'what', and not 'when'. (a valid point that i shall have to worry abt in my own BA; does the absence of response mean the absence of response, or does it mean the states have not come to respond yet?)

i'm pretty convinced by this argument, though ultimately, i'm a little nonplussed by the fact that it doesn't really tell you anything you couldn't figure out with the back of an envelope and a pencil, some random GDP figures, and some good ol' fashioned common sense. but perhaps common sense is rather in short supply.

lastly, on About Last Night, a post:

I thought of a possible game you might like: What did you read when? It was prompted by a friend, who reported that his wife said their mid-teenage kids better read Ayn Rand quick, or they will be too old for her.

I was thinking of reading the Alexandria Quartet about a dozen years ago, in my early thirties, when my wife, who had loved it, waved me off: I was too old.

There are books that can only be read when we're young; books that can only be read when we're old; and books that can be read at all ages, but which change as their readers do. Maybe there are also books that are the same for everybody (genre fiction? Wodehouse?).
what do you think? are we ever too old and cynical to read Rand and be moved? does it matter when we read things? (of course, she answers. we get different things out of the same book, read over different parts of our lives. lenses, and framing issues, and all that jazz.)

maybe we just force fit the books we read to the tales of our lives, listening only to the parts that speak to us right there and then. is that right?

Saturday, November 13, 2004

desert islands -or is it dessert islands?

it seems to me that when people ask you questions about what you would bring with you to a desert island, you should respond with things like 'oh, a satellite phone'. or 'a pilot and a seaplane with navigation systems on board and plenty of fuel'. i'm probably most likely to answer something like 'a fully stocked holiday resort, including pool and hot showers and masseuses, and all the cold drinks i could possibly consume'. or perhaps 'the San Crispino Geletaria in Rome'. instead people answer things like 'knives' or 'bottled water' or 'the complete works of william shakespeare'. hmm. so tell me, peeps: if you were stranded on a desert island, what would you bring with you? one item, but i'll allow as many subclauses as you can fit in before a full stop. -grin-

in another, quite related question (cribbing, by the way, from The Amateur Gourmet quite shamelessly): if you were stuck on a desert island, what dessert would you bring?

my answer: San Crispino gelato in every conceivable flavour, but particularly limone and that beautiful hazelnut wonder that tastes like a cross between Nutella and Chocolate, lightened with fresh milk.

SM -foody enough for you? -grin- hope things are going well -don't stress out!

Thursday, November 11, 2004

one great evening

have just returned from a great night out. we began with dinner at Cafe BaBaReeba, which serves delicious Spanish tapas, and divine paella (we had squid paella, just enough per person to round off the meal). let me catalogue this meal for future reference: beef tenderloin, carefully ranging from medium to medium well, smothered in blue cheese and served, oddly enough, with waffle chips; grilled octopus served with tender potatoes, chopped onions and chopped tomato; cured pork loin with a hard cheese -the pork loin tasted like proscuitto!; the wonderful classic tortilla espanola; something that resembled a curry puff, filled with well-seasoned chicken mixed with some sort of veggie; and grilled shrimp with garlic and chilli flakes. mmmmmmmm. to wash it all down, sweet white wine sangria -just enough for a glass each. perfect. and we ended the meal with a bite of chocolate cake, drenched in a silky chocolate sauce, for that bite of sweetness that i've come to need at the end of a meal.

and then we walked a few blocks over to DePaul University, where Neil Gaiman was preparing to read to us from his latest and currently unfinished and unpublished novel, Anansi Boys. his reading was superb: as always, he kept us laughing, and interested, and dying to finish reading the book. he's one of those authors who can really read their stuff aloud to best effect (you know how some people just do it in a monotone? he's NOT one of them), and it was thoroughly enjoyable. and then we left our seats, making a beeline for the door intending to get in line for the signing, and serendipitously finding that the line we were in to get out of the room had turned into the line for the signing, and we were basically right at the head of it. Neil Gaiman was perfectly charming while signing my books -Brief Lives and 1602!- it was awesome. (i did, however, forget to bring my camera, and so did not manage to preserve the moment for all time.)

you'd think that would be the end and we would come home, but no. instead we drove over to Clarke's on Belmont -all ten in two cars- and had milkshakes, fries, silver dollar pancakes, and good ol' fashioned conversation (in Singaporean style, which means we talked about food while eating food and we weren't talking about the food we were eating...) and tons of fun, before heading back to Hyde Park, where i'm now sitting down typing this out before going to bed. wonderful evening. unlikely to be repeated in the near future, however, as work continues to call -rather loudly, i might add- and the quarter draws to a close.


Wednesday, November 10, 2004

old memories

you say you want
diamonds and a ring of gold
you say you want
your story to remain untold
but all the promises we make
from the cradle to the grave
when all i want
is you

you say you'll give me
a highway with no one on it
a treasure just to look upon it
all the riches in the night
you say you'll give me
eyes in a moon of blindness
a river in a time of dryness
a harbour in the tempest
but all the promises we make
from the cradle to the grave
when all i want
is you

you say you want
your live to work out right
to last with me through the night
you say you want
diamonds and a ring of gold
your story to remain untold
your love not to grow cold
all the promises we break
from the cradle to the grave
when all i want
is you


october and the trees are stripped bare
of all they wear
what do i care
october and kingdoms rise
and kingdoms fall
but you go on and on --

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

never volunteer for work in doublequick time

so here's what's due on Sunday by 1700h. (this is what i get for appearing to be moving forward with this whole BA thing)

a six-to-eight page proposal, with:

(1) a introduction with a 'hook' or puzzle in it (shades of Little Red Schoolhouse!);

(2) the research question and goal of the project (in other words, why this project is important in your field);

(3) my argument: it's time to stake out a claim, baby!

(4) alternative arguments -of course- hopefully i can be more coherent about them on paper than i was about them in class today;

(5) what kind of evidence will be required to prove my claims (ie what kind of evidence is necessary to distinguish between claims), and where i intend to find such evidence; and

(6) a general outline of the paper -what sections i'll have and all that stuff.

looks like i have a week's worth of solid work ahead of me. (minus wednesday night for Gaiman, and tomorrow afternoon for grocery shopping and thursday night for CSI) this post is mostly to remind myself to get my ass in gear. (i'm still reading about the formation of Indonesia.) however, as always any suggestions will be greatly appreciated. =)

Monday, November 08, 2004

chinese lessons

is there some sort of rule that proclaims that all chinese lessons should have a moral in the story? or be utterly and completely depressing? we just read a lesson in which some poor thirteen year old child has his home invaded by barbarians who rape, pillage and loot everything in sight, and then settle in for the long haul. his dad promptly turns into a spineless brown-nosing traitor who offers up his own wife -the poor child's mother- to the leader of the barbarians in an attempt to get on their good side and gain fame and fortune, as it were, under their iron fisted rule. the ignomy of it. of course, this child is a morally upstanding, highly intelligent, blahblahblah person, and therefore realises that the only thing left for him to do at this point is to kill his father, of course, in revenge for the insult to his mother's person -and his own, too.

on quite another note, isn't it interesting that in the chinese version, the child immediately realises he has to kill his father, while in another language and culture it is quite conceivable that he would either (a) immediately realise that his world has ended and kill himself; or (b) go mad.

however, this enterprising child manages to light his father and the guy who raped his mother on fire, but then gets caught by the guards and is shot dead. ah, it's not allowed to have a happy ending. and they teach a language class using this utterly morbid story. totally weird.

of course, the moral of this particular story is that loyalty to the country is more important than family (or moral values, for that matter, in that loyalty to the country is the moral value that trumps all others including Thou Shalt Not Kill) -yeah that rather throws you for a bender, doesn't it. here's how it works: child realises his father is a traitor -traitors are public enemies- public enemies should be sentenced to death on behalf of the public -therefore it is all right to kill his father and avenge his mother.

i can't quite get my mind around how entirely strange this lesson is. so i'm going to sit here and drink my jasmine tea and read about Southeast Asian history for a bit. ahh, the BA begins to scare me...

Friday, November 05, 2004

elegy for a mixing bowl

i just destroyed our glass mixing bowl.

in my defence, emily had put it on the top of the fridge, so when i opened the door to redistribute the butter, it came crashing down, narrowly missing my foot on its way to the floor, where it shattered rather spectacularly into what looked like a million glass shards. i barely had any warning -by the time i recognised that a large heavy glass object was on its way to the ground, i had just enough time to jump back. lucky for me, i escaped with just a couple of nicks from tiny glass fragments -the mixing bowl didn't fare as well!

which is a pity. i liked that mixing bowl. it was a good mixing bowl.

happy thoughts

am muchly cheered up now, by a combination of an hour of CSI and chocolate chip cookies (thank you nestle tollhouse for making freezable cookie dough for just these occasions...), and homecooked steamed egg that miraculously turned out silky smooth. alex and i ate three whole eggs between us. (and he ate most of a big piece of round steak, which was slightly tough -perhaps i should have added vodka to the marinade- but was still tasty!)

another cheering thought that kept me happily occupied for ten minutes this afternoon: the Coastal States + Illinois, Michigan, and Wisconsin should seccede from the Union and join Canada. (or form a seperate state called the United Democratic States of America, but then you have the problem of non-contiguous borders, and we see how that's a real problem with Israel and the Palastinian state, don't we?) it's the perfect plan, boys and girls. i don't have a map to demonstrate, nor do i have the computer skills required to trace out the borders even if i did, so you'll have to imagine this: on the Pacific Northwest, we'll have Washington, Oregon and California forming a contiguous border with the Pacific Coast of Canada; on the East Coast we'll just take all of New England as far as Pennsylvania, thank you very much; and then we'll take the three Midwest states through the border with Lake Michigan. (this might entail building a bridge between Chicago and Michigan, which is sort of disturbing, but acceptable.) Alex wants to take Alaska, because he likes it. i like it too. it has bald eagles and whales in it. and we'll take Hawaii, thank you very much, because we need more vacation spots. how's that?

yet another cheering thought: an email popped into my mailbox proclaiming the shipment of Seasons Two and Three of West Wing from Amazon, so they should be here within a couple of days. yay! do you West Wing junkies over on the other side of the world want to know anything about the latest and most exciting season ever? -spoiler tease- can't wait for next wednesday -where i will be sacrificing watching a really important episode of one of my favourite shows ever to go up to Lincoln Park and hear Neil Gaiman read from his currently-in-progress book, Anansi Boys, and hopefully sign my copy of Brief Lives and 1602. yay!

how is it the end of sixth week?

Thursday, November 04, 2004

all the places i could ever want to live went for Kerry

the mood of depression on campus was palpable today. it was very quiet but very tense yesterday, as the quad turned into a ghost town -everyone who could was out voting; everyone who couldn't was wishing they could-, but today, after the concession speech, there was a pall over the day. it didn't matter that the sun was shining and it was one of the last few truly beautiful days of the fall. i couldn't wear anything but black; and everywhere there were sad faces, quiet conversations, and little laughter.

CNN was blaring on the TV in uncle joe's today -not the usual afternoon court TV or Jerry Springer show, but CNN showing Kerry's concession speech, and analysis, and a constant rehash of Bush's win, rubbing salt into our liberal wounds. when Cheney came out to speak i turned up my music; when Bush came on i started shooting pool. tomorrow, or next week, or next month is soon enough to hear from him again. i've never seen that many people crammed into uncle joe's, staring at the TV in dismay, unwilling to accept that they already knew was true -Kerry had conceded the race, and they were stuck with the man they had worked so hard to dislodge for yet another four years. makes you wonder what good your vote is -those who voted absentee in swing states, because at least it could help there -if it were counted at all; those who are liberal voters who live in red america.

i don't know what to say. after all, we've had four years of this clown; what more damage internationally could he possibly do? like nicole reminded me, he's run out of troops to do anything -he can barely hold on to Iraq- and no congress would possibly authorise any more international expeditions. if rumours are true we will no longer face Rummie, thank god for small blessings. (now if the devil could kindly come and reclaim Cheney -but i suppose they don't want him either.) and domestic policy? well, i don't live here. why should i care?

but i do. i've lived here for four years; my friends have lived here all their lives, and will still be here after i go home. and i want to believe in an America that does stand for individual freedom -of a kind i don't often see at home-, and civil liberties, and the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. and i guess i am terribly disappointed to be reminded, yet again, that the vast majority of America is not new york or chicago or san francisco.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

tomorrow is another (of the same kind of) day

not every vote has been counted in every state, but it looks like the final result is going to be a sad sad day for -well, for me, at the very least. Kerry failed to carry florida and ohio, though he did a good job in most of the midwestern states and winning PA and slipping NH past the republicans. but ultimately he needed a few more big populous states, and he didn't get them.

so it looks like we are in for another four years of the Bush-Cheney Dynastic of Fumbling Evil.

of course, we won't know for sure who the new President Elect will be just yet. Kerry will of course insist on counting ever last provisional and/or absentee ballot, to see what really happened. but frankly, i think what really happened is he couldn't carry enough people with him.

good luck to us all.

too close to call?

7:56pm: the early numbers are vaguely frightening. we are up to almost 8pm central time, and it's currently overwhelmingly Bush. the red states are everywhere (except new england, which everyone but the NYTimes is willing to call blue at the moment), but nothing major yet -they are mostly states expected to go for Bush anyway. we did lose, it appears, Indiana for Bush, but polls have yet to close in most of the swing states, and we have not heard anything definitive from Penn or Florida.

will be back more over the course of the evening to continue this madness. how can anyone be expected to do anything reasonable, like work, when there's an American presidency at stake?

9:21pm: the red states continue to creep across the map. everyone is projecting more bush electoral votes than kerry at this time, except the Times, which appears to be listing only the ones they are deathly sure cannot go the other way. all the news networks are being careful about making any predictions after the fiasco of 2000. no one is willing to call Ohio, Penn, and Florida yet. what looks like the last few states with polls still open will have their polls close in the next half hour or so. then perhaps a better picture will emerge -the West Coast states might be overwhelmingly blue. fingers are still crossed, but things are not looking so bright for our Kerry Campaign.

9.57pm: it strikes me (and i am blogging this before results are known, so no one can say sour grapes later) that it seems rather strange to have an electoral college system rather than a direct election through the popular vote. after all, if the technology exists so that we know the popular vote numbers, why can't they be used? the electoral college structure is driving the incentives people have to go out and vote, which might be changing the results of the overall election. free-rider problems seem particularly likely with an electoral college system, where many people are convinced their votes don't count, because ____ always votes _____ anyway.

still too early to call most swing states, though Ohio appears to be halfway through the vote count, and Bush appears to be ahead by a small (five point) margin with half the votes to go. CNN appears willing to call Penn for Kerry, and i'm not terribly surprised. the margin there appears healthy (greater than five percent), at least for now.

west coast polls close in two minutes. come on, blue states, start showing up to this party!

11:39pm: unsurprisingly, California went for Kerry, and it looks like Oregon and Washington are going democrat too. Bush's Red Army, on the other hand, has spread across the midwest and marched as far west as Utah and Arizona. also unsurprisingly, Florida went for Bush. Ohio still remains to be called -no one wants to touch this hot potato- it has become the Florida of 2004. the margin between the two is within 130,000 votes, with 20% of the votes yet to come in.

multiple browser tabs open to keep an eye on CNN and the Times and CBSNews (rarely checked, just to keep the other two honest). every time my AIM messenger bounces up and down i swallow, fearing bad news (i'm not watching tv, i'm watching the websites, so there may be a lag) . by the next update, we'll know if Bush has it -all he needs is Ohio right now.

Every Vote Counts!

so people need to get out there and vote before 5pm today, if they haven't already. to misquote the Tylenol ads: stop. think. vote.

hard to believe it is Election Day in America right now. in a small room in the South Tower, people are casting their ballots as i type (my apartment building is a polling station in Hyde Park. i conjecture it is because we are a building full of old people who can't get anywhere else to vote.) . this morning, in class, Professor Silbermann asked of us how many had voted and who for, and the class is overwhelmingly pro-Kerry (surprise surprise).

i'll be blogging election results tonight -of course- as and when i can get to a TV. i think Em might still be having peeps over for the regular tuesday night Babylon-5-a-thon, but we'll see. at the very least i should have the TV at nine; til then i'll be following as closely as i can via and various other news networks online. meanwhile i wave my kerry-edwards sticker (they mushroomed up around campus this morning, it's great) and cross my fingers.

more later. GO KERRY! Beat Bush!