L'aventure américaine

Oh, chocolate bread. How I love you. I love your soft texture and nearly crunchy exterior. I love your gooeyness right out of the oven. I love your intermittent chocolate chunks. I love the way that my face is covered with chocolate after I've finished a hunk of you. I love you with milk. I love you without. I love you warm. I love you cold. I love you as breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack or dessert. I love the way you turn a mediocre day into a great one. I love you, chocolate bread. Yes, I do.

This post is for you. I'm avoiding unpacking. Even though I have "The Amber Spyglass" to help me through (I should be listening to my lecture on the endocrine system... blah...), I still can't seem to get motivated. I loved your green pants. They remind me of this poem: The Cure -Ginger Adams Lying around all day with some strange new deep blue weekend funk, I'm not really asleep when my sister calls to say she's just hung up from talking with Aunt Bertha who is 89 and ill but managing to take care of Uncle Frank who is completely bed ridden. Aunt Bert says it's snowing there in Arkansas, on Catfish Lane, and she hasn't been able to walk out to their mailbox. She's suffering from a bad case of the mulleygrubs. The cure for the mulleygrubs, she tells my sister, is to get up and bake a cake. If that doesn't do it, put on a red dress. I was having a mulleygrub day until I received your pictures. Thanks. I think that I'll go make some chocolate

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Of course, I meant to send this Wednesday morning when I was basking in the glow of Obama's insurmountable delegate lead caused by his huge victory in North Carolina and Clinton's weak victory in Indiana. But classes started and I'm moving and now I can post this knowing that, for the first time, Obama has a lead in Super Delegates. He's on the cover of Time as the winner of the Democratic Primary and briefly, all is well in national politics (or as well as it can be). We're now so focused on the next president that I think that we'd rather forget our current one. He seems pretty interested in forgetting that he's the president of the free world as well, preferring to dodge serious questions to talk about his daughter's wedding. Man... http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/10/washington/10bush.html?ex=1211169600&en=666c8882cbb29577&ei=5070&emc=eta1 I can let myself get worried about the national election though. Working the polls was an educational

I'm getting up at 4:20 am tomorrow morning so that I can be at my polling precinct at 5 am. Doors open at 6 am and close at 6 pm. We're expecting record voter turn-out. It will be my first time working the polls and Dad guarantees that it will be quite an experience. That's right. Tomorrow is the Indiana (and North Carolina) Primary Election. It's been a whirlwind of a week leading up to this with events across the state. I even got to meet Mr. Obama and his wife last week when I greeted them at the airport with a group of Obama campaigners with whom I have been working. It was an incredible experience and he was just as personable as I had imagined and hoped. I think that we need to reflect on our current state of the Union, not just today, but also what it will be in November and 4 years from now. I think that we should consider who will be best able to bridge the gap that exists in this country. I think that we should elect Obama. Vote. Please vote.