Keep the Feet Cycling, Keep the Gloves Up

Almost there. So close. Only one paper and the bibliography and minor corrections on a law assignment to go! PAPM formal is on Friday, so the gang is getting gussied up and goin' dancing. Except Katherine, who has elected to go to the War Museum. Yes, by herself on a Friday night. The TAs and administrators are all turning out. It's going to be a quality event. Stay posted for photos.

Everyone is more than a little punchy this morning. Most of us have been doing very late nights. Emily thought K and I were making fun of an old lady in the elevator this morning. This is untrue: it just that her accent reminded Katherine of a West Wing reference ("Ai'm Marion Coatsworth-Haye!") that always reduces me to fits of giggles.

Yesterday afternooon I did my duty as a Canadian and went to an Irish pub downtown to check out one of the more interesting candidates for the Liberal leadership. Michael Ignatieff was clearly preaching to the young faithful last night, so Jacob (who turned up randomly before I got there) and I felt a little anthropological being there. The elephant in the room was the sponsorship scandal: nobody brought it up, not once. But then I guess they'd rather not think about it, particularly as Ignatieff is untainted by it. Anyway, Ignatieff is pretty good. He gave nuanced answers without seeming like a pompous academic. He also did well addressing concerns that he is not Canadian enough to be a good candidate for leader: he talks Canadian, alright. Although I think his views on federalism felt a little cloudy, whose aren't? I don't agree with him 100% on everything, but he's certainly a credible candidate. I guess I was just hoping for my Bartlet, for a candidate who had "it" (whatever that is). Sigh: a day in the life of an idealist.

Anyway, I'm off to finish writing about the UN Headquarters Agreement. Guess what it establishes? If you guessed "that big slabby building in New York", you would be correct.