hearing voices

my never ending quest to please the tech poet's delicate musical sensibilities trudges slowly forward. so far he has introduced me to spoon and the pains of being pure at heart, and everything that i try to offer in return he deems as crap (this is why i broke his rib). last month i tried to get him to listen to the gaslight anthem, but that was a no go. here is my latest attempt - the best song i've heard this month; Quiet Little Voices by We Were Promised Jetpacks:

president much?

some random sightings in D.C. the first family attended a GW basketball game earlier today in the building across the street from my apartment, so i decided to go outside and snap a few pics as they were leaving. sorry about the poor resolution, but i was trying to zoom out and just couldn't do it fast enough. that is indeed the president in the back of the limo waving:

and here are the first daughters just a few minutes before the president's limo pulled away:

how can i not love this?

emails from an asshole is great; this guy responds to classified ads just to fuck with people. while i'm sure immanuel kant would have strong objections, i think it's hilarious:

Old/used soccer equipment wanted for my kid. Will drive to pick up anywhere near Malvern. No calls, email only: ************@verizon.net

From Me to ************@verizon.net:

Hello,

I have a bunch of old soccer equipment that would be perfect for your daughter. I have soccer balls, nets, cleats, etc. Let me know specifically what you need and we can talk prices.

Thanks,

Mike

From ************@verizon.net to Me:

Actually the stuff is for my son because I want to get him started in soccer. I'm in need of a practice net, soccer ball and kids size 6 cleats if you have them. Thanks.

From Me to ************@verizon.net:

My mistake, I assumed it was for your daughter because it is soccer. If that is the way you want to raise your son, I have some other items you may want to buy for him. I have a pink twirling baton with silver ribbons, and a cheerleader set consisting of two pom-poms, pink cheerleader bloomers, and a toy megaphone.

I'm charging $100 for the practice net, $20 for the ball, $25 for the baton, and $30 for the cheerleader set. I don't have kids size 6 cleats, but you don't really need cleats for soccer anyway. Your son could probably just use his bunny slippers.

Let me know if you are interested.

Mike

From ************@verizon.net to Me:

Well I'm definitely interested in kicking your fucking ass. One question, asshole: if you think soccer is so gay, why do you have soccer equipment, and a cheerleader set and baton?

From Me to ************@verizon.net:

Please, you aren't kicking anyone's ass. The fact that you are getting your son started in soccer instead of football says a lot about you as a man.

To answer your question, I have the baton and cheerleader set as trophies. When I was a kid, I used to go around the neighborhood and beat up all the other kids who played soccer and steal their stuff. I acquired the cheerleader set and baton from this one kid in the neighborhood, Caleb. I always knew that kid wasn't right - he used to ride around on a pink bike and always wanted to have tea parties with the other kids. I tried to help him by beating him up and stealing his baton, but I don't think it worked. I saw him in Philly a few years ago, blowing some guy in an alley. Anyway, I kept my gatherings in my shed out back as a testament to my manliness, but I need to make room for my new shotgun and power saw.

So do you want the stuff or not? I also have Brokeback Mountain on DVD. I ordered Die Hard, but that was sent to me in error. It sounds like a movie that you and your son would enjoy watching.

From ************@verizon.net to Me:

You must be so proud of what a big man you are with your shotgun and power saw.

From Me to ************@verizon.net:

You're goddamn right I am. It's just part of being a man, which you apparently know nothing about. Tell you what - forget the baton and cheerleader set. I want to help you. I'll sell you my shotgun for $1,700. It is a 10-gauge Remington that'll put some hair on your chest. Take your son hunting with it. There is nothing more manly than blowing a deer's head off and eating the raw venison from its neck.

Then, after you are done manning up, you can come back and I'll sell you some football equipment for your son. I'd hate to see him blowing Caleb in an alley in Philly some day.

From ************@verizon.net to Me:

How about you take your shotgun and stick it up your ass and pull the trigger? Go fuck yourself.

gobble, gobble = pie * stuffing/ mashed 'taters(brussel sprouts + gravy)

thanksgiving eve: trying to figure out that title is like trying to figure out LE theories (law and economics) - on the one hand, i can group all positive and normative theories with their kinds. on the other hand, i can't figure out what the end points on a spectrum should be...this should be kind of fun to unravel...i'll keep you posted

nathan scott phillips

it's been said that every law student will have one of five experiences in the first year:

1. You will gain 20 lbs.
2. You will lose 20 lbs.
3. You will become a raging alcholic
4. You will develop a drug habit
5. You will enter into an ill advised romantic relationship with another 1L

as it is, i don't have enough money for the fourth option and i don't have enough time for the fifth option so that just leaves options 1 & 2 while i teeter precariously on the edge of option three (just a joke folks, i'm way over the edge on option 3). So what obligatory 1L experience am i currently facing right now? that's right option 1 ... boo. while not a full 20 lbs, i have put on 6 or 7 pounds in the last couple of months and i'm starting to look like nathan scott phillips (not the actor).

the reason for this is three-fold. first, finding free pizza at law school is like finding a virgin at a star trek convention - that shit's everywhere! go to a lecture = pizza. club meeting? pizza. just sitting around in the student lounge? hey, have some pizza! Also, there's the fast food, because, of course we have little time to cook, or are simply too tired to cook when we get home. hehe...on a side note; i walked up to the mcdonalds counter last night/this morning and ordered by saying "i can has cheeseburger?" nom nom nom...

second, sitting in a chair for extended periods of time with the only exercise being done by the wrist as you furiously hight-light and turn pages with the right hand, while looking up cases on westlaw with the left hand.

third, the booze. it's true, booze is very fattening - and we consume a lot of it. it's like undergrad, only we drink better stuff (i see undergrads carrying cases of busch light and natty light and i'm like "bleghh, gross").

ok, so here's my threefold plan to fight this son of a bitch: 1. stop eating the crap and get back to eating lean, fresh natural foods. i've already started this by stocking up on goodies from trader joes. 2. get 3 hours of exercise a week + 3 hours/ week on my bike. right now i'm lucky if i get an hour per week on my bike. from now on i'm going for a long bike ride every weekend and hitting the gym 3 days a week. 3. only go out once a week. this too has also been under way for the past two weeks and i gotta say my mind is clearer, i have more energy and i'm much more relaxed...

so there you have it.

one last thing: on the way home this morning i stopped to watch 2 rats fighting in a flower bed...it was the coolest thing i've seen in a while. gotta love D.C.

the end is near

good week so far. products liability in torts, insanity defenses in crim, joinder of parties in civ pro, contracts? contracts is always rockin'. the best part of the week? no fucking LRW.

this weekend is going to be even better. outlines = goodtimes...

time to get crankin' on the ol' resume. it needs a little polish before i can start sending it out to law firms for a 2011 summer associateship.

on an unrelated note: turns out the dude was wrong. the eagles DO NOT suck...new kid in town? wasted time? and, of course, the obligatory hotel california...follow my logic here. if the eagles don't suck, that means, by extension, don henley does not suck. here's one of my fave dh songs (pay no attention to dh's douchy hair-do and douchy bono glasses.

ahhhhh (yea, this is gonna be lame)

after a few weeks of running non-stop, i took today off for some rest (on the advice of a friend). while to some my loafing may seem counterproductive, i see it as an opportunity to recharge my batteries for the sure to be grueling weeks ahead. so in my totally non-productive day here's what went down:

- slept on the couch until 11am. remained there for 2 hours watching tv and surfing the internets.

- went to District Hardware to get some brackets to mount my white board to the wall.

- a trip to Trader Joe's for chicken, some curry sauce, various deli meats, and assorted breads.

- a trip to the Watergate liquor store, where a pleasant surprise awaited me. Sierra Nevada has just released a hefeweizen that is, for a domestically produced beer, actually very, very good. it's rich yeast gives it a very smooth texture; not only that, but the yeast gives the beer a delicious after taste with a hint of cloves ... me thinks me wants one right now... mmm. I paid $10 for the six pack which, of course, nets out to $1.66 per bottle ... way less than the German stuff that's priced at around 3 and 1/2 bucks each... gotta love value shopping.

- came home and fell asleep on the couch for 3 hours...woke up and did a little reading.

ahhhhh. what a great day. currently listening to a speech the W gave at SMU on thursday. soon, time for bed, a bike ride in the morning (see the pic of my sweet, sweet aurora) and then a full day of outlining and working on websites.