solace
A friend recently confided in me that she had broken up with her guy. I replied in a nice consolatory manner, but in my mind, I really wanted to say: “welcome back to the bread line.”
A friend recently confided in me that she had broken up with her guy. I replied in a nice consolatory manner, but in my mind, I really wanted to say: “welcome back to the bread line.”
This season of Entourage stinks. The plot arcs are somehow both outlandish and cliche at the same time. The playful interactions among the group seem to have ceased. They look bored.
They’re not the only ones.
classmate: can u tell me what the contracts, property and civpro hws are?
classmate: for the week?
selfish crab: for the week? we don’t get that advcaned notice
selfish crab: i’ll tell you for tomorrow:
selfish crab: Contracts: 863-876, 889-893
selfish crab: CivPro: 696-98, Shutts 699-708, amchem 708-21
selfish crab: Property: , 990-1022
classmate: what does shutts and amchem mean?
classmate: conlaw?
selfish crab: look at the syllabus and figure it out
selfish crab: re: civpro
selfish crab: Con Law: 1485-1500, 1530-49, 1589-1608, 1609-19, 1626-37
selfish crab: do you pay attention at all?
classmate: wow, ok [crab]
selfish crab: do you want to know our professors’ names as well?
classmate: geez
classmate: i wont ask u again
classmate: chill out
classmate: bye
“your spirits sounds down over gchat”
-Neeta,via online conversation
NY Public Library uses a nice Google map for branch location and hours info. Nifty, and much more useful than the old map.
We have actors and actresses. Yet, tell me, dear reader, where are the doctresses?
Over the course of a playful multi-party email thread, one of my section-mates kept ending his comments with “ZING”, as if to declare the comments’ bite. Crabby and tired, I fired off a rejoinder:
okay i’ve had enough of this. michael, adding “zing” to the end of your comments does not actually make your comments into zingers. You can cry “zing” from the rooftops, and it would still not be so. You are, if you like, spray painting “BEEMER” on the side of a rusty honda civic; polishing the lackluster brass statuette of mediocrity; singing “happy birthday” where a plaintive dirge would do.
I feel much better now.
09:01 – Attending class: Property.
10:00 – Attending class: Criminal Law.
11:14 – Eating lunch: day-old sushi cached from prior night’s speaking event reception.
11:50 – Outlining Property.
12:45 – Caffeine break: “Diet Coke Plus”.
13:01 – Study session with a professor’s daughter: crim law practice test.
17:00 – Caffeine break: coffee.
17:15 – Outlining Property at Dean & Deluca, coffee shop.
18:30 – Break. Speaking Event: Viacom v. GooTube, an overview.
19:30 – Eating dinner: eating free food at reception.
20:00 – Outlining Property at library.
20:05 – Checking e-mail.
20:23 – Blogging
20:45 – Reading blogs.
21:15 – Reading old letters from old lovers.
21:45 – Watching YouTube.
21:51 – Compiling list of favorite music videos.
22:26 – Outlining Property.
23:30 – Going home.
02:08 – Sleeping.
Scene: an unassuming restaurant specializing in bite-sized meat, unintrusive service, and crushed hope.
Girl: Yum, this short rib is delicious. Try some!
Boy: Listen, let’s not dance around this anymore. I have a giant crush on you and have had one for a while.
Girl: SOOOO yummy!
Boy: We get along great as friends, and I think you feel the same way about me, and I’m single now, and I think we should just go for it. Consequences be damned.
Girl: OMG, what kind of marinade is on this sirloin???
Boy: Liz, please–
Girl: I’m leaving New York in August and moving to Barcelona to be with my boyfriend Guillermo. Waitress, can we have the flan for dessert? Thanks.
For those transient Selfish readers wondering “would salmon be a selfish“, the answer is no, it would not.
Video: Sad Kermit – Hurts. Boy it sure takes a turn for the worse at around 2:45.
Video: 2 chickens break up a fight. Exactly what it sounds like.
Video: PSA warning the dangers of lol’ing your heart away. Boo!
I would be remiss in my duty as your nerdy herald to not inform you that the new internet hipster webapp is Twitter.
Think of it like a blog with only entries of 140 characters or less. Just enough for a witty reference or inside joke. Inane minutiae of one’s day. Public wailing. It is similar to Facebook status updates, or the way some people use AIM away messages.
I have an account, but like Facebook and AIM, it’s boring if your friends do not play either.
I hope none of you ever have to experience the heartache of discovering that your own study group, that same group you have been with since week one, has been meeting in secret, without you. I was retrieving a reference book from the stacks, and there I saw them, in a glass room, sitting in their semi-circle of infidelity. Laughing, learning together. God only knows what topics they covered, what hypos they analyzed– oh, oh, my heart shudders.
I should have anticipated this. We have been growing distant in recent days. Our listserv has been cold. A quietude lingered over our meals. I refused to eat at Rafiqi’s. I even had a casual study date with someone else over the break. I hardly learned anything, I swear. Oh, this is all my fault. I let it all go to hell. And for what? A few cheap outlines? To see what it’s like to study with someone else? Out of jealousy? I am so sorry and woeful…
NY Times profiles Feist, my favorite musical Canuck, with the ethereal vocals. Major release, huh? It’s starting to get to that time when one has to let go of a band/musician. Nonetheless, the video for “1234″ is a winner: adorable choreography, shot in one monstrous take, and a great ending. (hat tip: bay.)
Now eternally indebted to K, K and I attended Game 3 of the NY Rangers/Atlanta Thrashers. As announcer Sam Rosen quipped afterwards, Rags won by a touchdown. It was a fucking riot. The wit of the crowd always charms me. Chanting “we want hedberg”, the backup goalie. Or my favorite: doing the Atlanta Braves chop.
I’m on such a high right now. Just absolutely euphoric.
Update: I neglected to mention this: When we entered MSG, I was stopped by security, patted down, and searched. Meanwhile, K, my south-asian friend, passed through unmolested. This was an unusual reversal in profiling.
Some people might say it’s a bad idea to place database files of current and former students and their housing information, indexed by their SSNs, on a web server. How else, I ask you, can a person can win free credit monitoring for one year? Whee!
So much for the model minority.
NY Mag surveys the state of the politico at Columbia. Reminds me of this new yorker bit about “How College Kids Imagine the United States Government” (written by ny times columnist frank rich’s 22-yr-old son, if you can believe it.)