Everyone's talking about the US elections. Election Day is next Tuesday- and the after-result party (that is, if Obama wins) in Grant Park. (I'm going too, after my Spanish class! No puedo votar, pero puedo celebrar!) I have not met many McCain supporters (a large majority of the flyers in art school are pro-Obama) in the city- for every McCain supporter, there are 20 Obama supporters. After all, this is Obama's turf. Too much of the news is dedicated to the election, swinging back and forth between McCain and Obama, and honestly, I have no idea if Obama will win. If "small town America" gets out to vote, McCain has a higher chance. Can you imagine if McCain drops dead while in office (he is 72), the hockey mum will be running "the most powerful country in the world"? (In my global economy class, when my American classmates talk about the US being the world's superpower- every word reeks of ig-nor-ance.)

That said, the whole city would be grieving if Obama didn't win. It's going to be a historical moment this Tuesday.

Once again, the sun shines into my room in Chicago, happiness returns in the form of friendship and folksy music. Tonight I might watch the dvd I borrowed- Hannah and her Sisters directed by Woody Allen. The crazy week is over.

It was a good day (I was trying to distract myself from the x issue) - My paper on the german romantic painter Caspar Friedrich was returned with an A (93) with very good comments from my elegant, French-speaking art history lecturer (the one who spouts lines of prose in her lecture, so incredibly eloquent that she appears to be reading off a script). 

Today, she was describing a painting by Ingres, a painting titled "Jupiter and Thetis" from 1811.  Her running commentary on it was so incredibly sensual, a few girls in my class blushed and smiled- that she would describe such vivid detail. She described how the curves of Thetis (the mother of Achielles) hugs the contours of Jupiter's idealized form, with her arm reaching out to his face as if to reignite their former passion... while her other arm crosses his lap, close to his crotch. Her toe flirtatiously tickles his... very racy. I think in Art History, we sometimes overlook how racy those historical paintings are.



For my econs class, I got great comments for my homework, too. It is reassuring that I am doing okay- since it's my first Econs class. I thought I might just have been writing nonsense... It's silly but I still beam like a kid when I get "Very good" stamped on my homework. :) 

My friends and I have made plans for Thanksgiving weekend, to go hiking in Wisconsin instead of having a turkey dinner.
This Friday I'm heading to Indiana to see Rufus Wainwright! :D