night and day
Nothing says ‘I am a law student’ like burying your grandfather in the morning and attending a firm networking reception at night.
Archive for July, 2007
try that on
On Sunday, I rose early to photograph the Nautica NYC Triathlon. Early morning fun. Photos are now up.
Some notes: (1) The city is 20X more tolerable on Sunday at 8am. The hordes of hip youngsters are asleep. (2) These large-scale races could inspire a jar of mayonnaise to fitness. (3) Everyone and their girlfriend had ridiculous bodies. (4) You might recognize someone at the races.
back up
Excuse the hiccup. No, this site was not “shutdown by The Man who was made uneasy by [my] ‘tell it like it is’ attitude,” as some readers phoned in. Reasonable minds believe this to be the cause.
quaff
Rest in Peace
no relation
NY Times on the state of celebrity gossip & the web:
No question is too small or insignificant for Web sites like TMZ, X17online, PerezHilton, idontlikeyouinthatway, justjared, egotastic, wwtdd, dlisted and pinkisthenewblog, where the sites’ hosts post photos with commentary… (Emphasis, hyperlink added).
JustJared happens to be run by Jared Eng EN ‘04, putting fine use to a CS degree. Nice work.
fan
I lugged the camera around the city all weekend and only squeezed off only 4 stinkin’ exposures.
neetzx2
coffee hypo
Let’s say you happen to be in your firm’s break room, getting a cup of coffee from the coffee machine. Allow me to describe the coffee machine. This coffee machine is leased directly from Starbucks. It is grey, free-standing, and as tall as the fridge. The machine has two top-loading bins, each storing a different type of whole coffee beans. Upon the touch of three mere buttons, the machine will grind beans, clack-clack-clack, whirl, rumble, pause, and then dispense caffeinated nectar in 8 or 12 oz dosages. Its brew is strong and true, and its importance to the firm cannot be overstated. Good machine.
Now let’s say you are a thoughtful employee and you notice, after receiving your cup of coffee, the bean bins are running low. You decide to refill the coffee machine. You retrieve a bag of Starbucks beans from the pantry, open the bag, and take a deep whiff. Mmm.. coffee. I am one fine summer intern, you think to yourself, yes indeed
As you stand on your toes, reach up, and pour the bag into the left bin, two things hypothetically happen: (1) You notice that oh my god you are pouring an entire bag of “decaf” beans into the “medium house blend” bin; and (2) Two partners and a senior associate walk into the break room, carrying mugs. Congratulations. You have just diluted an entire week’s worth of coffee with decaf, and the partners are right behind you. Now, reader, what do you do?
- Close the bin, hide the empty bag, and pray for a placebo effect;
- Go back to your office, close the door, and sharpen your resume;
- Come back to the break room later, and try to mix in a bag of regular beans with the decaf beans, using a plastic knife as a spoon, hoping for only a slight average decrease in caffeination; or
- All of the above.
look
It is nice to have unassuming, attractive friends.
amid
cats up for adoption
As a favor to a friend, I am asking you to consider adopting these two cats. If you are too lazy to read, at least glance at this video of Leia rolling over and Luke playing fetch.
last weekend
I posted photos from last weekend’s Vietnam/Rodrigo y Gabriela concert.
This kid was the most photographically interesting thing there, and I quickly latched onto him, as you’ll see. I apologize in advance.
ceiling
Things have come up. My posting pace is a little off, I know. Don’t worry, I still love you.
On the other hand, I have been photographing like a mad-man (averaging 20 exposures a day). I cannot keep up with the post-processing, so I have been learning the Art of the Cull.
I will let the photos do the talking for me, one thousand words at a time.
street magic
One of my favorite ways to impress people is to whip out my phone and ask Google by text msg where a restaurant is. That trick is getting old now, so, Selfish Readers, you are hereby informed of: 1-800-GOOG-411, now with maps.
they actually give out f’s?
NY Post: ‘F’ STUDENT SUES COLUMBIA NURSE SCHOOL. The money quote: “I should have went to Yale.”
i did not make law review
Rumor mill says that eight people from our section made it onto law review. Put another way, 8 people from our 45-student section made the top 10% of our 200-student class. Aka, we were a section stacked full of the smart kids with scholarships, as I always suspected.
Those eight rockstars were also in my circle of friends, my former study group. It’s like when you leave a house party and everyone decides to have an orgy without you. Or when everyone else gets into the club but the bouncer doesn’t like your shoes so go home. Or when everyone else gets a good job coming out of law school and you don’t. Yeah, just like that.
Even one of my best law school friends (”law school friends”, how’s that for a qualifier?), with whom I sat on tenterhooks the entire semester, clutching our scholarships, fearing the grade-point cutoff, reportedly made law review. (nevermind, they wrote on; i still like them)
Officially, I am happy for anyone that made it to the promise land, but unfortunately, I am immature enough to harbor ill-will towards you all, so please deposit our friendship in the waste bin on your way out, thanks.
photog on the prowl
Do not be alarmed by photographs of strangers on my photostream-a-rama. I am branching out from my usual turf of stuffed animals and the backs of heads. Moik let me tag along on one of his usual gigs, and I was allowed to play with his fancy studio lights and his models. We’ll see where this leads. Who’s up for some tasteful nudes?
p.s. another favorite from the set.