Moria in Excelsis is a wee bit more cynical than I am, but sums up my Obama-opinion pretty well.

I believe Obama, and I accept him. I don’t trust him. I wait, mostly, for profound disappointment. But he is a leader, a real one. He’s a leader who rose to power on principles that, for the most part, I endorse, and using tactics in which I powerfully believe. When he speaks, I believe that he knows and at least partially believes what he is saying, and when he acts, I believe that he has a reason for doing what he does. That is a pathetic standard. But it’s a start.

My head is happy with Obama. My heart thrills for Michelle. I am beyond overjoyed to see Michelle Obama and her daughters in the White House. Loved that she had a winter coat custom-made so she could stand there (and stand out) decked in gold. I tend to be a bit ambivalent about the degree to which simply having black faces in certain positions really makes a difference to race relations in the US, but I am confident that here is a position where Michelle Obama can change the nation by simply going about her life.

NPR (I think) asked Annette Gordon-Reed what line from the inaugural address would live on in the way that Kennedy’s “ask not…” did, and she said none—but specified that she meant at present, nothing stood out. Language Log pointed out that if today marks an upturn, many lines will resonate in a historical view. But I thought “know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy” is a contender, even right now.

Liked reading the inaugural poem, and its theme “praise song for the day.”

Loved Sunday’s prayer from Bishop Gene Robinson—bless us with tears, anger, and discomfort.

The CNN stream was choppy and blurry for me, but Aretha Franklin made me choke up.

Looking forward to the inaugural mash-ups. You know they will come.