When I walked out of my building yesterday morning, there were some children playing just at the doorway. They froze in mid-roughhouse when they saw me, and one girl said, in a very loud stage whisper, "우우우우… 외국인!" ("oooooo… oegugin!" "oooh… a foreigner!").
I think the main reason I derived such an immense amount of pleasure from hearing this was due to the simple fact that I'd understood it.
I just finished reading Obama's book, Dreams from My Father. It is an extremely well-written book, and eerily inconclusive, considering it's written by a politician. I was really quite impressed – it's the first time I've been that riveted by an autobiography in a long time.
So, does that mean I'm ready to come out and endorse him? Well… not that far – not yet. If only because I always resist, at a visceral level, the most popular option – and he's definitely flirting with "most popular" lately. I'll maybe write some more about my thoughts about this situation later.
Meanwhile, the snow piled up on bushes and trees; it was lovely this morning. And it got colder, unlike it normally does after a snowfall, so the white glittery may be sticking around for a while, this time. Things felt all crisp and Minnesotaey this evening as I walked home from work.
