Thursday's Property exam went better. The things I didn't want to be on the issue spotter weren't on there (unless I really missed something). I came out of it feeling pretty good, which was a nice change from Con Law. Additionally, my Property professor brought her two kids into the exam beforehand to distribute candy. Taking candy from children - it doesn't sound great. But it's better than giving them free candy. Shouldn't have even brought up this sketchy rabbit hole. Whoops. The point is, that her kids were adorable and, despite being 12, were almost as tall as my professor.
Then back to the library! Once more into the breach! But somehow I'm losing motivation. I hope to regain it today with the immanency of Contracts in two days. But do I really care that much about express and implied warranties? No - but I have to pretend.
Yesterday I got into school on the late side - around 11. On one side of school, a block down, is a meeting at the World Bank. Lots of police, people in suits, cars with diplomatic plates, and generally important very official looking stuff. On the other side of school, in the quad right outside the law school, is a sorority event involving fire hoses, screaming (presumably drunk) undergraduates, and tons of idiocy. I asked someone later and I think it was a fundraiser of some sort, but I have no idea how this could have possibly been anything except organized morons. As far as I could tell they were divided into teams with matching shirts by sorority/frat and there were various events involving fire hoses. The only one of which I really saw or understood was two opposing teams of four people each had to control a fire hose to get a bucket strung up on a line to the other team's side of the line. Why was this an amusing activity? I am unsure. Why were they allowed to use fire hoses? Not clear. Why did they need to scream for three hours straight so that it could be heard literally everywhere in the law school? I have no clue. It was not the best afternoon for studying at school. Though I will say it was a laugh to watch all of this stupidity from a second story window, particularly because the fire hoses made the ground wet and I got to watch people wipe out every two minutes or so trying to run around. There was some cruel solace in that.
I went to a birthday party in SE on Saturday night. They had an ice luge there. Really, that's not just for frat parties? Alright, I'll take it as it comes. I was talking to this guy at the party who works at the State Department. I asked him what he did at state. "Terrorism," he responded. "Oooook. I assume you mean counter-terrorism." "Yeah, that's it, counter-terrorism, mostly focusing on Europe." "Ok, good. That's really cool." Then I talked about Dean Acheson for a little bit because I do love my post-cold war diplomats and I'm a huge nerd.
Dear Red Sox,
Please stop sucking. It's not a big deal, it's only a game. But the hopes of thousands, if not millions, depend on you. There are small boys and old ladies in the hospital who follow you daily. If you don't do well, they may not have the strength to go on. No pressure though. Also, it makes me a sad panda when you lose. That's not that important either. If you didn't know, a fairy dies for every home run you give up or error you commit. Like I said, no pressure. But people in infirmaries, sad pandas, and fairies are kind of taking their cues from you. So if you could at least try a little harder to be good, that would be lovely.
Thanks!
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Sunday, April 25, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
It was a very baseball weekend. Saturday Rebecca and I went to Nationals Stadium to see the Nats play an exhibition game against the Red Sox. We just took the metro to the stadium, went to a ticket kiosk, swiped a credit card, and walked in. Wow - that's a whole new concept to me. Being able to get reasonably priced tickets the day of the game? That...that never happens for Red Sox games. It's a whole new paradigm of baseball.
Also notable about the game, there were probably just as many, if not more, people sporting Red Sox gear than Nationals gear. It was ridiculous. Literally everyone who got off the metro with us was wearing Sox hats and jerseys. It was like being on the T getting off at Fenway, only the walk was shorter, the public transportation was cleaner, and everyone was more polite. I felt like starting a "Yankees Suck" cheer just for old times.
Red Sox clearly won. We got to see Wakefield start the game (they helped him stand up without his walker) and the starting lineup go through a couple of times. Youk hit a home run, Drew hit a home run, and, most importantly, Julio Lugo doesn't play for us any more. Thankfully. Also got to see Lowell and Tek hit. The Red Sox have been raiding the old folks home. Since I'm going to be a Nats fan, it was good to see them too. I love Ryan Zimmerman and Ian Desmond. Of course, the Nats still suck so it was rough times for them. But they will not be the worst team in baseball this year! I think that honor will go to the Blue Jays or the Astros.
Then last night was opening day - Yankees vs. Red Sox. I went to a bar to watch the game opposite Reza, who was rooting for the Evil Empire (that's right, he's a communist). We were joined by a number of people who don't care much about baseball, including Tracy who only watches tennis. I told her to go back to Westchester and reexamine her life. After a good game, and some slow reflexes by the ancient/ugly Jorge Posada the good guys won; the bad guys lost; all was right with the world; and it is at last baseball season again!
In honor of baseball season, my projections really quickly. We'll see how this goes.
AL: Yankees, Twins, Mariners, Red Sox (wildcard)
NL: Phillies, Cardinals, Rockies, Braves (wildcard)
World Series: (loyalty pick) Red Sox over Phillies; (real pick) Yankees over Phillies
Stupidest Baseball Team: Astros
ROYs: Heyward (NL) and Matsuz (AL)
Cy Youngs: Halladay (NL) and Felix Hernandez (NL)
MVPs, traditional thinking: Pujols (NL) and Longoria (AL)
MVPs, out on a limb: Votto (NL) and B.J. Upton (AL)
Now that baseball is out of the way...there isn't much else.
Who has time on their hands to protest scientology? There are those people in the Guy Fawkes masks that stand outside protesting it. I mean, sure it's silly and probably a huge fraudulent scheme, but why not let people dumb enough to buy into it just go for it? What exactly are they protesting out there? Making bad ideas? If that's the case, why not protest tequila - always a bad idea. Or building a city on a swamp (DC) - that was a bad idea too.
I get to eat bread and drink beer tomorrow night! You don't know how good you have it until it is taken away. I will be thankful for my newly returned abilities...for at least a week. More if I remember, but I've got a lot on my plate to memorize for finals.
Also notable about the game, there were probably just as many, if not more, people sporting Red Sox gear than Nationals gear. It was ridiculous. Literally everyone who got off the metro with us was wearing Sox hats and jerseys. It was like being on the T getting off at Fenway, only the walk was shorter, the public transportation was cleaner, and everyone was more polite. I felt like starting a "Yankees Suck" cheer just for old times.
Red Sox clearly won. We got to see Wakefield start the game (they helped him stand up without his walker) and the starting lineup go through a couple of times. Youk hit a home run, Drew hit a home run, and, most importantly, Julio Lugo doesn't play for us any more. Thankfully. Also got to see Lowell and Tek hit. The Red Sox have been raiding the old folks home. Since I'm going to be a Nats fan, it was good to see them too. I love Ryan Zimmerman and Ian Desmond. Of course, the Nats still suck so it was rough times for them. But they will not be the worst team in baseball this year! I think that honor will go to the Blue Jays or the Astros.
Then last night was opening day - Yankees vs. Red Sox. I went to a bar to watch the game opposite Reza, who was rooting for the Evil Empire (that's right, he's a communist). We were joined by a number of people who don't care much about baseball, including Tracy who only watches tennis. I told her to go back to Westchester and reexamine her life. After a good game, and some slow reflexes by the ancient/ugly Jorge Posada the good guys won; the bad guys lost; all was right with the world; and it is at last baseball season again!
In honor of baseball season, my projections really quickly. We'll see how this goes.
AL: Yankees, Twins, Mariners, Red Sox (wildcard)
NL: Phillies, Cardinals, Rockies, Braves (wildcard)
World Series: (loyalty pick) Red Sox over Phillies; (real pick) Yankees over Phillies
Stupidest Baseball Team: Astros
ROYs: Heyward (NL) and Matsuz (AL)
Cy Youngs: Halladay (NL) and Felix Hernandez (NL)
MVPs, traditional thinking: Pujols (NL) and Longoria (AL)
MVPs, out on a limb: Votto (NL) and B.J. Upton (AL)
Now that baseball is out of the way...there isn't much else.
Who has time on their hands to protest scientology? There are those people in the Guy Fawkes masks that stand outside protesting it. I mean, sure it's silly and probably a huge fraudulent scheme, but why not let people dumb enough to buy into it just go for it? What exactly are they protesting out there? Making bad ideas? If that's the case, why not protest tequila - always a bad idea. Or building a city on a swamp (DC) - that was a bad idea too.
I get to eat bread and drink beer tomorrow night! You don't know how good you have it until it is taken away. I will be thankful for my newly returned abilities...for at least a week. More if I remember, but I've got a lot on my plate to memorize for finals.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Umbrella
Being in a Yankee bar was incredibly uncomfortable during a baseball game. While I was not wearing any Red Sox paraphernalia I did not want to cede the moral high ground to Yankees fans by pretending I was one of them. So what did I do? Root for the Angels and commiserate with the two other Red Sox fans who were also there undercover.
Yesterday it was awful out. Cold, dark, and rainy all day. It was a study/laundry type of day. I think I ate three bowls of cereal, but now I'm out of milk so I don't know how that's going to work today. Dry cereal? But I did get a lot of studying done. Woot. I ventured out of my apartment in the evening to go hang out with Gavi. On the way down the escalator of the Metro I got stuck behind a woman with a huge umbrella, just standing there. The escalator is covered, there was no rain coming down, but she's just standing there like the queen of the escalator, completely oblivious that maybe her 5 ft. wide umbrella is in the way. This is a long escalator, and I didn't want to wait for her to realize that once you have a roof over your head you no longer require an umbrella, so I politely said excuse me. I got the dirtiest look, like I had just told her she was so fat thatI was going to roll her down the stairs. Whatever lady, be considerate.
This damn news story about the kid who wasn't in the balloon in Colorado is the dumbest thing ever. It is still getting coverage. Now the coverage is of the coverage. Who covered it too much? Who made this into a story? Whose fault is this? It was a dumb story; the kid was in the attic, let's get over it and move on to real news. At the end of the day it's a story about a kid who wasn't in a balloon. There are hundreds of millions of people in this country who are not in a balloon every day. La-di-da.
Yesterday it was awful out. Cold, dark, and rainy all day. It was a study/laundry type of day. I think I ate three bowls of cereal, but now I'm out of milk so I don't know how that's going to work today. Dry cereal? But I did get a lot of studying done. Woot. I ventured out of my apartment in the evening to go hang out with Gavi. On the way down the escalator of the Metro I got stuck behind a woman with a huge umbrella, just standing there. The escalator is covered, there was no rain coming down, but she's just standing there like the queen of the escalator, completely oblivious that maybe her 5 ft. wide umbrella is in the way. This is a long escalator, and I didn't want to wait for her to realize that once you have a roof over your head you no longer require an umbrella, so I politely said excuse me. I got the dirtiest look, like I had just told her she was so fat thatI was going to roll her down the stairs. Whatever lady, be considerate.
This damn news story about the kid who wasn't in the balloon in Colorado is the dumbest thing ever. It is still getting coverage. Now the coverage is of the coverage. Who covered it too much? Who made this into a story? Whose fault is this? It was a dumb story; the kid was in the attic, let's get over it and move on to real news. At the end of the day it's a story about a kid who wasn't in a balloon. There are hundreds of millions of people in this country who are not in a balloon every day. La-di-da.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Imperial Stormtroopers
Success! I finally got to have a good, quality Star Wars conversation with people at school that I didn't even initiate! I didn't even have to look like the only nerd! It was inspired by this movie:
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1920944
I recommend it. I talked about my ambition to attend class dressed as an Imperial Stormtrooper and one girl actively encouraged it. She actually said she would give me between $15-20 if I did it. Fantastic. As true Star Wars fans do, we all agreed that Empire is the best movie. Made some nerdy references. I refrained from talking about IG-88 this time (that's a bounty hunter droid, for you lesser nerds). And the conversation even got to Lord of the Rings. I am now, more than ever, motivated to spend an entire day watching the extended versions of all the LotR movies consecutively. Matt and I never actually got around to it. Some day, dammit. But it's nice knowing I'm not the only out of the closet nerd at school.
Last night I ended up going to bar review at an aptly named bar named George. You'll never guess where in DC it is (Hint: Georgetown is an area of DC...). I went in crappy jeans, sneakers, and my Red Sox cap. When I got there there was a guest list, people in suits, and classy stuff all around. Whoopsies. But I kind of liked being the person who was clearly not uptight in the bar. While there were a lot of things that screamed class in that bar, there were also things that gave me pause. Here's a perfect example: $3 PBR's as a drink special. A $3 beer special is on the expensive side (and every other drink was minimum $5), yet the special is PBR, which is the opposite of class. It was a conundrum. It got crowded pretty quickly and there were a lot of non-law school students there, so it wasn't your typical bar review. I also became an old man this year and got tired early. Plus the Red Sox lost, so I didn't have motivation to stay out that late. I awoke to the news of Obama's Nobel Peace Prize. What? Confused. For now, I'm looking forward to the weekend. And go Red Sox.
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1920944
I recommend it. I talked about my ambition to attend class dressed as an Imperial Stormtrooper and one girl actively encouraged it. She actually said she would give me between $15-20 if I did it. Fantastic. As true Star Wars fans do, we all agreed that Empire is the best movie. Made some nerdy references. I refrained from talking about IG-88 this time (that's a bounty hunter droid, for you lesser nerds). And the conversation even got to Lord of the Rings. I am now, more than ever, motivated to spend an entire day watching the extended versions of all the LotR movies consecutively. Matt and I never actually got around to it. Some day, dammit. But it's nice knowing I'm not the only out of the closet nerd at school.
Last night I ended up going to bar review at an aptly named bar named George. You'll never guess where in DC it is (Hint: Georgetown is an area of DC...). I went in crappy jeans, sneakers, and my Red Sox cap. When I got there there was a guest list, people in suits, and classy stuff all around. Whoopsies. But I kind of liked being the person who was clearly not uptight in the bar. While there were a lot of things that screamed class in that bar, there were also things that gave me pause. Here's a perfect example: $3 PBR's as a drink special. A $3 beer special is on the expensive side (and every other drink was minimum $5), yet the special is PBR, which is the opposite of class. It was a conundrum. It got crowded pretty quickly and there were a lot of non-law school students there, so it wasn't your typical bar review. I also became an old man this year and got tired early. Plus the Red Sox lost, so I didn't have motivation to stay out that late. I awoke to the news of Obama's Nobel Peace Prize. What? Confused. For now, I'm looking forward to the weekend. And go Red Sox.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Crickets
I would like you to play a game of cricket against me. You don't know the rules? Don't worry about it. You have a bat and a ball. Let's play. Oh, you are super bad at cricket and just about everything you did was wrong. What a surprise! Now that we've played, I'll explain to you what the rules are and what you did wrong and why you suck.
I don't know shit about playing cricket. I know it's the retarded cousin of baseball that you are supposed to play wile wearing a sweatervest, but that's it. That's about how much I know about legal writing. But that didn't stop the curriculum of my Legal Research and Writing class from forcing me to write a legal analysis over the weekend. I did it with no good instructions. That is to say the only instructions I have are from a poorly written and even worse edited book on legal writing that could put an OCD speed freak to sleep. Whenever I open the book my eyes glaze over and my brain digs a a moat around it to prevent any information from getting in. With that fantastic resource I was more than ready to write my legal analysis. Of course today, the day it is due, we discussed how to write a legal analysis in class. Thanks. That's really helpful. Now I know what I was supposed to do and that I did everything wrong. Way to boost the ol' self esteem. But, not to be deterred, I have received another assignment: a specific type of legal memo that we, once again, have not been instructed how to create by any comprehensible source. I'm ready, let's play some cricket.
A girl in my class is going to run for section senator. I have no idea of what kind of budget is at the disposal of whatever governing committee she would sit on if she wins, so I naturally wanted to be her campaign manager. I advised her that she should start making campaign promises. She will dedicate a refrigerator solely to our section so that we have adequate room to keep our lunches in them. She will also build Jurassic Park outside in the university quad. Like I said, I have no idea of the budget. It's a bunch of lawyers running the show, so I assume they are rich. Perhaps that is unreasonable of me. She declined my offer to run her campaign.
Apparently there are a lot of Red Sox haters here. I have had to defend my team, and my city, on at least three separate occasions since moving to DC. Once was against a Chicago White Sox fan. Really? The White Sox now have beef with Boston? That's just dumb, they aren't even in our division. They have no one to blame but themselves for their own gross incompetence at running a baseball team. Don't try to infringe on the best rivalry in sports, White Sox. Stay in Chicago and cry into your soup.
I don't know shit about playing cricket. I know it's the retarded cousin of baseball that you are supposed to play wile wearing a sweatervest, but that's it. That's about how much I know about legal writing. But that didn't stop the curriculum of my Legal Research and Writing class from forcing me to write a legal analysis over the weekend. I did it with no good instructions. That is to say the only instructions I have are from a poorly written and even worse edited book on legal writing that could put an OCD speed freak to sleep. Whenever I open the book my eyes glaze over and my brain digs a a moat around it to prevent any information from getting in. With that fantastic resource I was more than ready to write my legal analysis. Of course today, the day it is due, we discussed how to write a legal analysis in class. Thanks. That's really helpful. Now I know what I was supposed to do and that I did everything wrong. Way to boost the ol' self esteem. But, not to be deterred, I have received another assignment: a specific type of legal memo that we, once again, have not been instructed how to create by any comprehensible source. I'm ready, let's play some cricket.
A girl in my class is going to run for section senator. I have no idea of what kind of budget is at the disposal of whatever governing committee she would sit on if she wins, so I naturally wanted to be her campaign manager. I advised her that she should start making campaign promises. She will dedicate a refrigerator solely to our section so that we have adequate room to keep our lunches in them. She will also build Jurassic Park outside in the university quad. Like I said, I have no idea of the budget. It's a bunch of lawyers running the show, so I assume they are rich. Perhaps that is unreasonable of me. She declined my offer to run her campaign.
Apparently there are a lot of Red Sox haters here. I have had to defend my team, and my city, on at least three separate occasions since moving to DC. Once was against a Chicago White Sox fan. Really? The White Sox now have beef with Boston? That's just dumb, they aren't even in our division. They have no one to blame but themselves for their own gross incompetence at running a baseball team. Don't try to infringe on the best rivalry in sports, White Sox. Stay in Chicago and cry into your soup.
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