I'm with some British friends in their house. One of them is channel surfing for Obama news as we finish a dinner of burgers and chips. For dessert: sweet potato pie,
Obama's favourite. All day people here have been saying how excited they are, for some reason that terrifies me.
It's dark in england and the BBC 24 hour coverage is on. Everyone's missing lectures to watch it on t.v.
The archivist where I work was very pleased that I was leaving work to go home and watch the inauguration. The people of Cork are cautiously optimistic, but quick to harangue any American who seems too excited.
Three LSE students pore over a legal pad, discussing an econ excercise with concern. The flat screen television on the wall across from them has been showing an endless montage of inauguration images, interspersed with live images from Washington, where all was still at the crack of dawn.