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Chinese fail to embrace hugs from strangers (Reuters):
Chinese appear not to have warmed to a “free hugs” campaign aimed at cheering up strangers by hugging them on the street, with some huggers even being hauled away by police for questioning, media said Monday.
Today, I noticed a girl in class reading gay er0tic st0ries on her laptop. I kept seeing the phrase “cupping his ass” scroll past her screen. Jake was doing something to Brody. I’ll assume they had mutual assent for a meeting of the minds.
grumble. I’m trying to put together a small covert operation. I have the requisite intell, agents in place, and a green light. Unfortunately, I’m a 1L, and we are not afforded the luxury of time. or money. or mental reserve.
I told my sister who works for [fashion mag in the city] that the new fashion trend is going to be tights with knee-high boots. She didn’t believe me. I don’t know why; she really ought to know that Selfish Crab is a keen observer of the female.
Anyway, y’all heard it here first.
Coming from my engineering background, I’m struck by how much of a minority I now am in law school. Only 2 other men of my color in my class, with only another handful of like women.
What follows? Minority scholarships, minority internship programs; believe me, I am eating this shit up. Also, whenever someone does not seem to like me, I just assume they dislike minorities. Or when girls walk past without smiling, naturally, I assume they’re racist.
Video: Trailer - Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj, another lead role for Kal Penn. I wonder if Fox Searchlight delayed The Namesake until March so that they could squeeze out another asian laugh-a-thon.
Maturity is not getting freakishly emotional when one’s ex-girlfriend calls to say she is coming to visit next weekend, and oh, by the way, is bringing her… boyfriend with her.
Maturity is not changing one’s site .htaccess file to reject her entire campus ISP, because maybe she should stop reading one’s blog if we are all so ready for forward progress and moving onward and friendship. Or something.
For fellow child-men out there, the code looks like this:
order allow,deny
deny from uc.toomuchsunisbadforyou.edu
allow from all
All I know is that doing supra sure beats halting weeps and the long legs of a liquid in a low-ball. Probably.
Contracts is by far my favorite class entirely because of our puckish professor’s wit and oratory. A sample:
Professor: What does UCC §2-204 say?
Student: Off the top of my head?
Professor: Off the invisible scriptures of your heart.
Usually I sit in class, imagining witty rejoinders and hoping for a moment of performance fantasy, where I can illuminate the way to wit, and shine brightly for a million ships lost in a dull darkness, and be dualing mages conjuring up clever beast after clever beast, tit given for mindful tat, the balance of class cudgelled into a numb awe by humor transcendent of all our stations.
Today, I got that moment, and was called on for, arguably, the best case of the year: Leonard v Pepsico (someone sues Pepsi to redeem 7,000,000 Pepsi Points for a Harrier Jet featured in a commercial). Sufficiency says: I ate it. Hard.
I started with the facts, cold and straight. He asked me to goose it up a bit. Peel away the onion with illustrious oratory. Advocate. Make fact into slanted fiction, he said. I paused. faltered. stuttered. mumbled. I spiraled down into low, inaudible tones, embarassed for myself and for the entire bloodline of selfish crabs.
The professor moved on. Onto greater and better-spoken pastures. Class ends. I slunk off, hood drawn.
In hindsight, phooey! I am a poor player, a fraudulent minstrel. I wanted to use the word “gamboll”, not “walk”. “Wisps of torrid paper foreshadowed its entrance”, not “da plane came down in front of da school”. Fuck, I couldn’t tell a story if I were a bewedded Persian virgin slated for death in the morn.
And now I am sitting here during my lunch hour, trying to manufacture a parity of wit. Moping like a dope. Trying to show the world, gee golly, gosh darn it, that I’m not an oaf.
I am sorely tempted to purchase stattracker since the free trial ran out. If only the Java applet could resize and learned to repaint its damn canvas…
Video: Bjork - Bachelorette, directed by Michel Gondry. Almost too clever. [via]
Minus an animated baby, I haven’t messed much with photos since school started. I joined some friends taking a walk on a crisp autumn day, grabbing my camera as I skipped out the door.
[EDIT. Not only am I bad person, but I am also really bad at being a bad person.]
Resonant song of the moment: West Coast Blues featuring Wes Montgomery (please, the title is a bad coincidence, I swear, don’t read into it. sigh.) The guitar licks make you wrinkle your face, as in “nuh-uh he did not just do that” wincing.
Video: demonstration of the Nutty Buddy, an athletic cup. There are so many things to like in this video ( “she’s a sweet little thing”, “ram rod!”) [via]
(assuming gecko doesn’t prosecute for copyright infringement of his photos)
Property started. Professor is articulate, probing yet not mean-spirited, and knows how to deflect madame assclown’s asinine comments. So far so good.
After that, the day was a fucking wash. Goddamn I need more sleep. For a person that’s supposed to be experiencing the grad school equivalent of ibanking (um, in terms of hours, not expensed mails), I sure do spend a lot of time dicking around on the Internet. Where does all the time go late at night? I wonder…
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scofflaw - n. a person who flouts the law, esp., by failing to comply with a law that is difficult to enforce effectively.
I would like to take a moment out of the daily snarky bullshit that rolls across this space, and commend a darling couple on their engagement. Preheat the cockles of your heart, folks: “How I Got into This” (his version) and “Wahoo! I’m engaged” (her version).
I would say “congratulations” to them, but apparently there is a point of contention among known peers as to whether this is an appropriate sentiment to confer to a couple on the occasion of love’s escalation. Some people say that “congratulations” implies that engagement and marriage is a universal goal and milestone, and that would be policitical incorrect. Hogwash, I say! When a person receives a promotion at their job, does one not say “congratulations!”? What is engagment if not such a promotion in one’s relationship?
First exam tomorrow morning! Ask your respective deities to send some fortune my way. All else fails, I’m bringing my lucky TI-85.
Update: Test completed successfully, and the class dispersed like buckwheat in the wind. Gloomy day. Hurray for post-exam libations!