17 December 2003
THIS CLUB IS CLOSED.
FOREVER!
FOREVER!
11 December 2003
“Let’s face it, you’re fungible. You’re like grain. Don’t feel too bad, you’re high quality grain.”
--My contracts professor, to my contracts class.
--My contracts professor, to my contracts class.
Yeah, you see, Ted. She did pull that out of her ass: "blunt" is also blunt. And it's also one syllable. And I'm sorry, but what children's book is about passing blunts referred to as "dutch"?
She's just trying to fucking pimp her lame-ass vocabulary to the masses of impressionable youth whose brains are still soft. Like yours. Her "beat" is the hypnotic drum that lulls you into complacency as she fills your head with stupid words and pictures of herself. She is taking over the world and wants her ducks in a row. You're such a sucker. She's laughing all the way to the mint. Where they're making nickels with Missy on 'em.
And don't ever pull that *pat on back* with me again. Solon did that once. And I found it in my heart to forgive him for the unending stream of embarrassment it has since caused me. Pinkies will be broken if it continues.
****
Other thought: you know what's great?
How all of the "girls" in Solon's photos are all blurry or cut off. . .
Other other thought: what is attractice? Is that one of them new California words? See, I was being polite about noticing spelling errors. Good luck getting that job at the OED.
She's just trying to fucking pimp her lame-ass vocabulary to the masses of impressionable youth whose brains are still soft. Like yours. Her "beat" is the hypnotic drum that lulls you into complacency as she fills your head with stupid words and pictures of herself. She is taking over the world and wants her ducks in a row. You're such a sucker. She's laughing all the way to the mint. Where they're making nickels with Missy on 'em.
And don't ever pull that *pat on back* with me again. Solon did that once. And I found it in my heart to forgive him for the unending stream of embarrassment it has since caused me. Pinkies will be broken if it continues.
****
Other thought: you know what's great?
How all of the "girls" in Solon's photos are all blurry or cut off. . .
Other other thought: what is attractice? Is that one of them new California words? See, I was being polite about noticing spelling errors. Good luck getting that job at the OED.
Ted: I hate no one.
God is love
and in the details.
God is love
and in the details.
Well boys, it's 12h21 am and I'm putting the 48-hour torts-beast to bed. Yes, it's really only been about 37 hours that I've had it to work on (8 of which I slept through last night), but it's done.
Great? Well, that remains to be seen when I get my grade.
Ted, I love (hate) pass that dutch. Can I please just tell you both how much I hate words that get made up for no reason, like dutch. I mean, it's not made up, it means something, but I don't think Missy is asking for the royal you to send over anyone from the low country. And the beat is fucking annoying. Yeah, I said it, rub, nevermind. Maybe I'm just irascible. But I have to say there's something mildly disconcerting about this riding with EM to get jeans in Scarsdale and listening to Missy in her mom's Subaru. Maybe it was her singing of it. Or her thinking that I am a huge closet Missy fan, and then being all dismayed when she realized I'm not.
I would share my new CD purchase with you, but I don't know how much you're interested in Mitsuko Uchida playing Schubert. It's great, don't get me wrong, but there are no milkshakes here. Just lots of forte and piano. (But no piano-forte! Ooo. Ba-dum-ching!) Actually, I do have something I should share with you. I got this pretty cool album of old jazz songs, and then the complement to it of all of the songs remixed by DJs that Ted scoffs at and Solon secretly likes. Maybe that will be waiting in your inbox. Maybe not.
Sleep well, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.
Great? Well, that remains to be seen when I get my grade.
Ted, I love (hate) pass that dutch. Can I please just tell you both how much I hate words that get made up for no reason, like dutch. I mean, it's not made up, it means something, but I don't think Missy is asking for the royal you to send over anyone from the low country. And the beat is fucking annoying. Yeah, I said it, rub, nevermind. Maybe I'm just irascible. But I have to say there's something mildly disconcerting about this riding with EM to get jeans in Scarsdale and listening to Missy in her mom's Subaru. Maybe it was her singing of it. Or her thinking that I am a huge closet Missy fan, and then being all dismayed when she realized I'm not.
I would share my new CD purchase with you, but I don't know how much you're interested in Mitsuko Uchida playing Schubert. It's great, don't get me wrong, but there are no milkshakes here. Just lots of forte and piano. (But no piano-forte! Ooo. Ba-dum-ching!) Actually, I do have something I should share with you. I got this pretty cool album of old jazz songs, and then the complement to it of all of the songs remixed by DJs that Ted scoffs at and Solon secretly likes. Maybe that will be waiting in your inbox. Maybe not.
Sleep well, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.
05 December 2003
I am the worst human being ever.
More to come in less public forum.
More to come in less public forum.
So I wish I could say I have something more interesting to add other than the fact that I saw "love actually" last night. Actually, it was the feel-good movie of the century. Not particularly "plot-heavy," but it was good fun, especially when the alternative was spend another lonely night in the East Asian Studies library looking over torts.
Ted, it's funny you should mention the Black Album. That's Jay-Z, right? I just _happened_ to be coming out of Penn Station before Thanksgiving on the night jigga was giving it up for the last(?) time ever at the Garden. At first I thought there was a Knicks game. Then I saw all the cops. It was really funny, they were shaking down these baby-faced kids, saying things like, "Ok, José, how many beers did you have?" etc. I did not actually attend said extravaganza, but later read in the Economist that it was "a fabulously good time."
--Speaking of Jay-Z, again, I randomly heard that he was in Mars2020, (a theme restaurant in town), outside of which there was a queue of the most amazingly dressed people waiting to get in. Fur coats. Full body red, white and black leather outfits. Matching boots. I don't actually think he was there. I just think that the person I was with equated crowds of black people and Mars2020 with Jay-Z.
I actually do have news. Now I remember.
So far in my quest to get a summer job I have heard back from four firms. Three have said no. I sent these letters out on Monday, and got rejected yesterday. That is an _incredible_ turnaround. I checked to see if their letters weren't printed on my resume. Or the outside of my envelope. They weren't.
Then, last night after getting home from the movie I had a message from a woman at a big, fly firm in P-town. I find out today that they want to interview me while I'm home for the break. Nothing makes you feel loved like someone you don't now offering to fly you down and put you up in a hotel. That's my A+. It's still not a job, though. I don't find that out until well after the marathon round of five interviews and lunch (yeah, 9h30-3h00) on the 22nd.
(Granted, I don't think I'll ever get any real "a+"'s here. The el-depressivo curve they have for classes means that _at most_ there is 1 A+ per class, and in some none. I think you have to be like a federal appeals judge to get an A+. You, Ted, are the Federal Appeals judge of the english department, though, so this comes as a surprise to no one. Good work.)
:: Loaning our children ::
Ted, I have instituted a "what? those aren't CDs" policy toward loaning music.
When that doesn't work, I pull out the ol' "they're region II CDs."
"But I thought region coding was only on DVDs?"
*Wthup*
"Hey, is that a blow gu-u-u-nnnnn?" *Thud*
My DVDs hide nicely in two metal boxes, far from the TV. I like to think that I'm not insanely uptight about my stuff, but some people are just like, "Oh, I don't need the case, that's okay, I'll just put it in my purse."
Okay, proximate cause beckons.
Countdown to exam: 4 days.
Ted, it's funny you should mention the Black Album. That's Jay-Z, right? I just _happened_ to be coming out of Penn Station before Thanksgiving on the night jigga was giving it up for the last(?) time ever at the Garden. At first I thought there was a Knicks game. Then I saw all the cops. It was really funny, they were shaking down these baby-faced kids, saying things like, "Ok, José, how many beers did you have?" etc. I did not actually attend said extravaganza, but later read in the Economist that it was "a fabulously good time."
--Speaking of Jay-Z, again, I randomly heard that he was in Mars2020, (a theme restaurant in town), outside of which there was a queue of the most amazingly dressed people waiting to get in. Fur coats. Full body red, white and black leather outfits. Matching boots. I don't actually think he was there. I just think that the person I was with equated crowds of black people and Mars2020 with Jay-Z.
I actually do have news. Now I remember.
So far in my quest to get a summer job I have heard back from four firms. Three have said no. I sent these letters out on Monday, and got rejected yesterday. That is an _incredible_ turnaround. I checked to see if their letters weren't printed on my resume. Or the outside of my envelope. They weren't.
Then, last night after getting home from the movie I had a message from a woman at a big, fly firm in P-town. I find out today that they want to interview me while I'm home for the break. Nothing makes you feel loved like someone you don't now offering to fly you down and put you up in a hotel. That's my A+. It's still not a job, though. I don't find that out until well after the marathon round of five interviews and lunch (yeah, 9h30-3h00) on the 22nd.
(Granted, I don't think I'll ever get any real "a+"'s here. The el-depressivo curve they have for classes means that _at most_ there is 1 A+ per class, and in some none. I think you have to be like a federal appeals judge to get an A+. You, Ted, are the Federal Appeals judge of the english department, though, so this comes as a surprise to no one. Good work.)
:: Loaning our children ::
Ted, I have instituted a "what? those aren't CDs" policy toward loaning music.
When that doesn't work, I pull out the ol' "they're region II CDs."
"But I thought region coding was only on DVDs?"
*Wthup*
"Hey, is that a blow gu-u-u-nnnnn?" *Thud*
My DVDs hide nicely in two metal boxes, far from the TV. I like to think that I'm not insanely uptight about my stuff, but some people are just like, "Oh, I don't need the case, that's okay, I'll just put it in my purse."
Okay, proximate cause beckons.
Countdown to exam: 4 days.
