Thursday, September 30, 2004
A step in the right direction
Finally, a US District court ruling that part of the PATRIOT act is unconstitutional! Click Here
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Things I have done today to avoid studying....
I have a 3-page outline of my paper comparing corporate corruption in Hong Kong and the US due tomorrow morning. I haven't written a word, I have 4 inches of double-sided research sitting in front of me that I have yet to read (in my own defense, I already went through one inch, but why am I defending myself in my own blog, I don't know, oh shit I can't stop talking to myself), but I HAVE:
1. Dusted
2. Made and eaten 2 salads (chicken with mixed baby greens and potato salad)
3. Made and drank a banana-stawberry-pineapple-orange smoothie
4. Bought 2 lipsticks from Rite-Aid
5. Returned 1 lipstick at Rite-Aid
6. Taken a nap
7. Eaten ice-cream cake
8. Packed emergency baby-watch bag for when Sherry goes into labor and I have to haul ass to LA
9. Clipped coupons from Sunday paper for some major OCD coupon shopping tomorrow
10. Rearranged the limes on the kichen counter
I've perfected the art of avoiding productivity. This must mean I'm ready to be a lawyer!
1. Dusted
2. Made and eaten 2 salads (chicken with mixed baby greens and potato salad)
3. Made and drank a banana-stawberry-pineapple-orange smoothie
4. Bought 2 lipsticks from Rite-Aid
5. Returned 1 lipstick at Rite-Aid
6. Taken a nap
7. Eaten ice-cream cake
8. Packed emergency baby-watch bag for when Sherry goes into labor and I have to haul ass to LA
9. Clipped coupons from Sunday paper for some major OCD coupon shopping tomorrow
10. Rearranged the limes on the kichen counter
I've perfected the art of avoiding productivity. This must mean I'm ready to be a lawyer!
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Funny...
Gmailswap.com is a site that lets people who have too many gmail invites barter with people who want gmail invites. It's absolutely hilarious what people will offer for a gmail invite. Click Here for the best one I've seen so far... LMAO
So here's a recap of Wednesday night's Girl's Night In:
It's absolutely amazing how much a group of girls can talk, eat and drink when left to their own devices. The eleven of us finished a Costco gallon of vodka, half a bottle of vanilla vodka, and a bottle of wine. No leftover alcohol in any cups at the end of the night. I didn't realize how drunk I was until I awoke the next day feeling like my stomach had been run through a paper shredder.
But it was all worth it--after knowing these people for a year and never once hanging out without our respectve boys lurking around, a girl's night was long overdue. I just miss gossiping and hanging out and not feeling bad that I just polished off a quarter chicken while chips and hummus hang to the edges of my mud-mask and I try not to laugh too hard or it'll crack...y'know? I had so much fun.
Another similar night is definitely in the making.
It's absolutely amazing how much a group of girls can talk, eat and drink when left to their own devices. The eleven of us finished a Costco gallon of vodka, half a bottle of vanilla vodka, and a bottle of wine. No leftover alcohol in any cups at the end of the night. I didn't realize how drunk I was until I awoke the next day feeling like my stomach had been run through a paper shredder.
But it was all worth it--after knowing these people for a year and never once hanging out without our respectve boys lurking around, a girl's night was long overdue. I just miss gossiping and hanging out and not feeling bad that I just polished off a quarter chicken while chips and hummus hang to the edges of my mud-mask and I try not to laugh too hard or it'll crack...y'know? I had so much fun.
Another similar night is definitely in the making.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
My day so far....
Awoke feeling more tired than usual, as I was up until 3am finishing How To Be Good. Jean made me a dulce de leche capuccino, and that woke me up, though 30 minutes later my class discussion threatened to put me right back to sleep.
Met the landlord after my first class to sinisterly discuss our plan to evict my even-more-evil neighbor. Felt brief pang of guilt, which quickly disappeared when I reminded myself that 1) she is really a rather nasty, mean woman 2) on an objective basis, she really does deserve to be evicted and 3) I'm one day going to be a lawyer so I might as well get used to being vindictive.
Went to second class, narrowly avoided falling asleep.
Got back from class, ate a mixed baby greens and herb salad from Trader Joe's, augmented by my dad's heavenly, vine-ripe organic tomatoes (he picked them for me when I went home this weekend to visit and raid the pantry) and creamy basil dressing.
Gave myself a footbath and pedicure, while reading Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. Soy-vitamin foot soak, sparkly red polish.
Put together some lemony garlic herb-roasted potatoes, which are at this moment filling the pad with a delicious aroma. The girls are set to arrive in one hour for face-masks, junk food and Sex & The City night.
Hasta Luego...
Met the landlord after my first class to sinisterly discuss our plan to evict my even-more-evil neighbor. Felt brief pang of guilt, which quickly disappeared when I reminded myself that 1) she is really a rather nasty, mean woman 2) on an objective basis, she really does deserve to be evicted and 3) I'm one day going to be a lawyer so I might as well get used to being vindictive.
Went to second class, narrowly avoided falling asleep.
Got back from class, ate a mixed baby greens and herb salad from Trader Joe's, augmented by my dad's heavenly, vine-ripe organic tomatoes (he picked them for me when I went home this weekend to visit and raid the pantry) and creamy basil dressing.
Gave myself a footbath and pedicure, while reading Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. Soy-vitamin foot soak, sparkly red polish.
Put together some lemony garlic herb-roasted potatoes, which are at this moment filling the pad with a delicious aroma. The girls are set to arrive in one hour for face-masks, junk food and Sex & The City night.
Hasta Luego...
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Of a loss
I was on the internet during Corporations class today, and was deeply saddened to find that two of my favorite blogs have been discontinued: belle de jour and pete's post.
Belle has a new book coming out and I’m going to pre-order it on Amazon because I love her writing so much. I stumbled upon her blog over a year ago, and over that time I’ve grown very fond of her. Always eloquent and witty, her intelligent posts really caused me to open my mind.
Pete’s post was a Canadian man’s frequently-updated chronicle of the end of his marriage and the beginning of a new relationship. It was so amazing to “watch” Pete fall in love. The saddest part about him not posting anymore is that all of his previous posts were deleted…what a shame.
I’m sure I’ll find myself wondering many times after today how they’re doing, and what they’d be writing had they not stopped.
I’m going to miss reading them very much.
Belle has a new book coming out and I’m going to pre-order it on Amazon because I love her writing so much. I stumbled upon her blog over a year ago, and over that time I’ve grown very fond of her. Always eloquent and witty, her intelligent posts really caused me to open my mind.
Pete’s post was a Canadian man’s frequently-updated chronicle of the end of his marriage and the beginning of a new relationship. It was so amazing to “watch” Pete fall in love. The saddest part about him not posting anymore is that all of his previous posts were deleted…what a shame.
I’m sure I’ll find myself wondering many times after today how they’re doing, and what they’d be writing had they not stopped.
I’m going to miss reading them very much.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Law Like Love, by W.H. Auden
Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.
Law is the wisdom of the old,
The impotent grandfathers feebly scold;
The grandchildren put out a treble tongue,
Law is the senses of the young.
Law, says the priest with a priestly look,
Expounding to an unpriestly people,
Law is the words in my priestly book,
Law is my pulpit and my steeple.
Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose,
Speaking clearly and most severely,
Law is as I've told you before,
Law is as you know I suppose,
Law is but let me explain it once more,
Law is The Law.
Yet law-abiding scholars write:
Law is neither wrong nor right,
Law is only crimes
Punished by places and by times,
Law is the clothes men wear
Anytime, anywhere,
Law is Good morning and Good night.
Others say, Law is our Fate;
Others say, Law is our State;
Others say, others say
Law is no more,
Law has gone away.
And always the loud angry crowd,
Very angry and very loud,
Law is We,
And always the soft idiot softly Me.
If we, dear, know we know no more
Than they about the Law,
If I no more than you
Know what we should and should not do
Except that all agree
Gladly or miserably
That the Law is
And that all know this
If therefore thinking it absurd
To identify Law with some other word,
Unlike so many men
I cannot say Law is again,
No more than they can we suppress
The universal wish to guess
Or slip out of our own position
Into an unconcerned condition.
Although I can at least confine
Your vanity and mine
To stating timidly
A timid similarity,
We shall boast anyvay:
Like love I say.
Like love we don't know where or why,
Like love we can't compel or fly,
Like love we often weep,
Like love we seldom keep.
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.
Law is the wisdom of the old,
The impotent grandfathers feebly scold;
The grandchildren put out a treble tongue,
Law is the senses of the young.
Law, says the priest with a priestly look,
Expounding to an unpriestly people,
Law is the words in my priestly book,
Law is my pulpit and my steeple.
Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose,
Speaking clearly and most severely,
Law is as I've told you before,
Law is as you know I suppose,
Law is but let me explain it once more,
Law is The Law.
Yet law-abiding scholars write:
Law is neither wrong nor right,
Law is only crimes
Punished by places and by times,
Law is the clothes men wear
Anytime, anywhere,
Law is Good morning and Good night.
Others say, Law is our Fate;
Others say, Law is our State;
Others say, others say
Law is no more,
Law has gone away.
And always the loud angry crowd,
Very angry and very loud,
Law is We,
And always the soft idiot softly Me.
If we, dear, know we know no more
Than they about the Law,
If I no more than you
Know what we should and should not do
Except that all agree
Gladly or miserably
That the Law is
And that all know this
If therefore thinking it absurd
To identify Law with some other word,
Unlike so many men
I cannot say Law is again,
No more than they can we suppress
The universal wish to guess
Or slip out of our own position
Into an unconcerned condition.
Although I can at least confine
Your vanity and mine
To stating timidly
A timid similarity,
We shall boast anyvay:
Like love I say.
Like love we don't know where or why,
Like love we can't compel or fly,
Like love we often weep,
Like love we seldom keep.
Mr. Bubble Rediscovered
I have a bathtub in my new apartment, and lately, in a blatant attempt to delay studying, I’ve started taking long baths before my showers each day.
I’ve been experimenting with different bath products: so far, I’ve tried Victoria’s Secret Indulgent Bath Bubbles in Enchanted Apple scent, The Healing Garden’s Green Teatherapy Private Sanctuary Body Soak (a bath salt), and good old Mr. Bubble. The green tea soak was amazing—I really did feel refreshed and the delicious scent lingered on my skin for hours afterward. Mr. Bubble is best when you don’t really want to soak (there’s almost no scent, so no aromatherapy effects), and just want to sit around making bubble sculptures and trying to see how big a pile you can stack on your knees before it topples over. As for Victoria’s Secret, the scent was good but that’s about all it had going for it. None of the muscle-relaxing properties of the bath salts, and although there were a fair amount of bubbles, they were insufficiently fine-grained for bubble sculptures, and weren’t as long-lasting as Mr. Bubble. And the VS bubbles tend to slide instead of stack.
I use my baths as an excuse to read things I shouldn’t be reading (i.e., reading for entertainment as opposed to study), as it is impossible to take a bubble bath and hold a 10-pound textbook at the same time, but extremely easy to hold a copy of The Economist or a paperback Shakespeare play. The Shakespeare, though, is actually assigned reading for my Law and Literature class, so I do feel less guilty—but it’s not assigned until next month.
My roommate and I share a love for great food, so in our two short weeks living here we have filled our apartment with tons and tons of it. A selection: three kinds of cereal, Tiramisu, Three-layer chocolate cake, gnocchi gorgonzola, gnocchi florentina, vegetable pasta, curry fried rice, fettuccini with meatball marinara, herb salad with creamy basil dressing, mango gelato, raspberry gelato, vanilla gelato, taquitos, three kinds of dumplings, herb salad, three kinds of potato chips, chocolate covered blueberries…and lots more.
I suspect that might be why the boyfriends (or at least my boyfriend) are constantly over, rooting around the fridge in the wee hours of the morning. He gets something other than vending machine sandwiches and Mc Nuggets to eat, and I get an in-house furniture-installer and bug-squasher. Everyone wins.
I’ve been experimenting with different bath products: so far, I’ve tried Victoria’s Secret Indulgent Bath Bubbles in Enchanted Apple scent, The Healing Garden’s Green Teatherapy Private Sanctuary Body Soak (a bath salt), and good old Mr. Bubble. The green tea soak was amazing—I really did feel refreshed and the delicious scent lingered on my skin for hours afterward. Mr. Bubble is best when you don’t really want to soak (there’s almost no scent, so no aromatherapy effects), and just want to sit around making bubble sculptures and trying to see how big a pile you can stack on your knees before it topples over. As for Victoria’s Secret, the scent was good but that’s about all it had going for it. None of the muscle-relaxing properties of the bath salts, and although there were a fair amount of bubbles, they were insufficiently fine-grained for bubble sculptures, and weren’t as long-lasting as Mr. Bubble. And the VS bubbles tend to slide instead of stack.
I use my baths as an excuse to read things I shouldn’t be reading (i.e., reading for entertainment as opposed to study), as it is impossible to take a bubble bath and hold a 10-pound textbook at the same time, but extremely easy to hold a copy of The Economist or a paperback Shakespeare play. The Shakespeare, though, is actually assigned reading for my Law and Literature class, so I do feel less guilty—but it’s not assigned until next month.
My roommate and I share a love for great food, so in our two short weeks living here we have filled our apartment with tons and tons of it. A selection: three kinds of cereal, Tiramisu, Three-layer chocolate cake, gnocchi gorgonzola, gnocchi florentina, vegetable pasta, curry fried rice, fettuccini with meatball marinara, herb salad with creamy basil dressing, mango gelato, raspberry gelato, vanilla gelato, taquitos, three kinds of dumplings, herb salad, three kinds of potato chips, chocolate covered blueberries…and lots more.
I suspect that might be why the boyfriends (or at least my boyfriend) are constantly over, rooting around the fridge in the wee hours of the morning. He gets something other than vending machine sandwiches and Mc Nuggets to eat, and I get an in-house furniture-installer and bug-squasher. Everyone wins.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Last weekend I rode out to Vegas with the SD people to attend the much-anticipated, legendary Rubber Pimp-N-Ho costume ball. I looked in my closet and pulled out the dominatrix outfit with collar, absolutely no pictures of which will be posted on this blog. We bought a leash when we got to Vegas and Tim got to walk me around with it all night. Lots of fun!
School is a little draining, but I think it’s not so much the work (my schedule isn’t too heavy right now) as the looming feeling of impending work, since I know things are going to add up really soon and before I know it, I’ll be buried in a mountain of work and crying on my beautiful white and beige striped sheets.
School is a little draining, but I think it’s not so much the work (my schedule isn’t too heavy right now) as the looming feeling of impending work, since I know things are going to add up really soon and before I know it, I’ll be buried in a mountain of work and crying on my beautiful white and beige striped sheets.
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