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Columbia Physicians & Surgeons graduate, on trial for medical malpractice, is revealed, on cross-examination, to be blogging anonymously about the trial, calling the opposing counsel a “pillow biter”, and revealing his defense strategy. Case settles on the next day.
Two actual, recent fortune-cookie fortunes that do not bode well for my future legal career:
Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.
and
People in your background will be more co-operative than usual.
I was going to wrap-up my thoughts on first year, but instead I made the World’s Finest Slow-Jam Mixtape. I want to call it “I Want Your Sex Please”:
Grades are already starting to roll in. The whole “I know I am smart, and I bet I ever tried hard, I would get A’s” theory seems to not have much weight.
I can’t believe I just finished the first year. What a waste of time.
Friends, I am here again. This summer should be gentle, quiet, and artistically enriching.
Oh yeah, maybe I did take some photos this semester.
Video: i’m even sure how to title this link… Ravaging of the Ottoman? (via kottke.org) Probably NSFW, but only in sight. Maybe some educational value? Have I been doing it wrong?
Video: Vagina Power Halloween Edition. Again, probably NSFW, but only in sound. Excellent oratory. So many things to like: the power of alliteration, the incredulity of the co-host, the condemnation of government cheese.
There is no general theme.
NY Post: Columbia’s Lit Hum final exam clues leaked. I do believe Bwog got the scoop. Nice job, intern zach.
Video: Full Metal Jacket for Wii. If this were a real game, Asian people would actually play it this joyously.
Ugh, can’t sleep.
I started downloading some Edith Piaf. Her singing seems like the only soundtrack possible on these bright sunny days that I am unable to enjoy. Her vibratto fills my ears as I walk between apartment, library, coffeeshop, and sandwich shop in an endless loop. Like some caffeinated, pollinating bee.
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irrefragable - adj. not able to be refuted; indisputable
Video: Low Morale. flash music video of Radiohead’s Creep. Who knew layering could be poignant?
I was in the student lounge, and I overheard a group of pretty girls talking intensely among themselves. My ear perked; I plucked from the air the words “Jedi”, “Palapatine”, “Vader.” What! Pretty girls debating Star Wars! Am I dreaming!
I listen further. Sigh. They are reviewing an old corporations exam, in which the professor peppered an exam problem with Star Wars references.
Today was the final Con Law class of the semester and I get called on. Last time she said we were going to discuss all the cases from Shelley to Marsh. So what did I do? I read exactly Shelley and then Marsh, and assumed I could infer the spectrum in between. I could not. Especially with the national authority on separation of church and state asking me, Mr. Crab, for the facts. I was also called on in my last Property class. What a strange trend. Everyone trying to get their last licks of Crab.
So with classes over, exams start… on Monday. The J*wish apparently do not believe in a reading period. I have five finals during the next two weeks, two of which are my sole and final determination of a grade, and other three of which test the year’s cumulative material. The outcome of this is the dispositive measure of my worth as a legal agent or as a person, really. You’re on Law Review or you are mere meat.
I’ve re-discovered exploding dog after a long hiatus (why is there no rss feed?). The recent ones seem to resonate well with me:
You know, in engineering school, they somehow managed to keep all the asian people straight, and not, well, call someone by the name of the class’s only other asian kid. For the fifth time in a month.
“Edited” is a difficult word to say, and an equally difficult concept to implement.
