It’s Out of My Hands

Voting begins at midnight.  At the same time, coincidently, that this blog post is due.

I’m feeling rather peaceful, sitting in my apartment with a blanket around my shoulders (because darn it, I just don’t want to get up and shut the window).

My running mate and I have done everything we could think of.  We’ve gone to dorms, we’ve spammed Facebook, we’ve had dozens of face-to-face meetings with dozens of students.  We’ve put up posters, we’ve made videos, we’ve debated, we’ve brainstormed.

The time has come, I think, for the students to decide who they want leading their student government next year.

Democracy is officially at work, and in the meantime, I’m going to do some statistics and go to bed.

And because I’ve taken to ending each day with a poetry reading from my new books, I’ll let you in on some too.  Here’s Ilya reading from “Dancing in Odessa” (the book I have).  I have to say, he is the most unique reader I’ve ever heard, and not just because of his accent.  You’ll see:


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