I was in New York eating cupcakes when I saw on a tiny little TV screen in the corner that someone had announced they were running for president. It turned out to be Barack Obama. Today, I watch from my computer screen from as far away as China as Obama won Iowa. I told my roommate here in China that I don’t really care much for American politics (we discuss this because everyone discuss their major as if it’s their neighbor). I’ve always had interest but never did I actually care. But I should really tell my roommate that for some reason I really do care now. I care deeply. I buy Obama story and message hook, line, and sinker. He makes me want to care and so it almost doesn’t matter the specifics of policy, etc. His speeches are moving as a performance. The stage presence, the facial expression, the emotion, the passion. And I know how to relate to that.