Million Dollar Baby
No one saw me but I cried. That speaks volumes.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Whine with your cheese, sir?
5 Things I Hate About My Law School...
5. Its Ugly. Probably not as bad as it was 15 years ago, but still... I guess I was expecting mahogany and old rugs, comfy seats and nice books. Its idealic, I know, but when you charge roughly 25,000 a year in "rent" you expect some amenities. I will settle for teak and a throw rug from IKEA.
4. the school store. let's not even get into the dusty cans of atomic-bunker tuna that have on the shelves since most words were spelled with an 'e' on the ende. its mostly the way that it is rarely open. the gate on that place goes up and down more than a French guillotine. I could starve!!! and try carrying at least one pencil!
3. not enough classes. this may sound odd for a consumate slacker such as myself (especially considering I would likely sign up for and subsequently skip any extra classes that were added to the curiculum). It simply creates this bidding war for the crap that we do have available, as if they are precious commodities that will bring in more money if there is more demand. Clearly there is an economics major behind our course scheduling.
2. No DDR
1. Career Services. the first year of law school (AKA the Darker Ages) we were herded into a room and addressed by CS as to what "services" they offer. some intrepid student raised his hand and asked what were his chances, considering his pre-destined mediocrity, of getting either a job or a clerkship through CS. much to his chagrin/shock and awe/pants-pooping horror
that unless he was in the top 10-25% of the class, CS could do next to nothing for him. Query: why would the TOP of the CLASS need ANYONE'S help?!? all they have to do is show up to a firm and say "where do it sit?" I could get these kids a job, but no one pays me for it. Its like if I were to start a fitness program with "guaranteed" results but we only take men between 150 and 185 pounds! its a lock! its a scam! I would think these people would strive to get s job for everyone. Number 145 of 145 would be my pet project. i mean, what else is there for you to do? I get more "service" at Quizno's and overcrowded karaoke bars.
5. Its Ugly. Probably not as bad as it was 15 years ago, but still... I guess I was expecting mahogany and old rugs, comfy seats and nice books. Its idealic, I know, but when you charge roughly 25,000 a year in "rent" you expect some amenities. I will settle for teak and a throw rug from IKEA.
4. the school store. let's not even get into the dusty cans of atomic-bunker tuna that have on the shelves since most words were spelled with an 'e' on the ende. its mostly the way that it is rarely open. the gate on that place goes up and down more than a French guillotine. I could starve!!! and try carrying at least one pencil!
3. not enough classes. this may sound odd for a consumate slacker such as myself (especially considering I would likely sign up for and subsequently skip any extra classes that were added to the curiculum). It simply creates this bidding war for the crap that we do have available, as if they are precious commodities that will bring in more money if there is more demand. Clearly there is an economics major behind our course scheduling.
2. No DDR
1. Career Services. the first year of law school (AKA the Darker Ages) we were herded into a room and addressed by CS as to what "services" they offer. some intrepid student raised his hand and asked what were his chances, considering his pre-destined mediocrity, of getting either a job or a clerkship through CS. much to his chagrin/shock and awe/pants-pooping horror
that unless he was in the top 10-25% of the class, CS could do next to nothing for him. Query: why would the TOP of the CLASS need ANYONE'S help?!? all they have to do is show up to a firm and say "where do it sit?" I could get these kids a job, but no one pays me for it. Its like if I were to start a fitness program with "guaranteed" results but we only take men between 150 and 185 pounds! its a lock! its a scam! I would think these people would strive to get s job for everyone. Number 145 of 145 would be my pet project. i mean, what else is there for you to do? I get more "service" at Quizno's and overcrowded karaoke bars.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
isms...
Is it sexism when I tell you that my girlfriends manicurist married my doctor? What if I told you that the manicurist had to work for years to afford the engagement ring that he bought the doctor? Do we assume that the woman worked in the nail salon? I am not sure of that is sexism or just par for the course.
Is it racism when you cross the street to avoid three casually-dressed black guys walking toward you? I do. Would you step aside for three well dressed white guys? Criminals don't buy suits?
I cannot help but acknowledge that there is some prejudice in the world and I don't pretend that it is justified. Some things, however, are just the way things have been. I cannot say this is right or wrong, but when I walk into the Mouse's Ear I don't expect a sausage-fest swinging from the pole like a butcher shop (butchers are always men, right?). Should things change. Change is good. We are all still evolving. One day no one will be born with wisdom teeth, cutting a hole in the dentist's (man, white) business, forcing him to lay off his hygenist (woman). This post really has no resolution and I no longer expect any of you to answer, but I want you all to think. Why is it that "He's so well-spoken/articulate" only applies to non-WASPs? And that includes us Southerners. No one expects us to be intelligent and articulate. What kind of ism is that?
Is it racism when you cross the street to avoid three casually-dressed black guys walking toward you? I do. Would you step aside for three well dressed white guys? Criminals don't buy suits?
I cannot help but acknowledge that there is some prejudice in the world and I don't pretend that it is justified. Some things, however, are just the way things have been. I cannot say this is right or wrong, but when I walk into the Mouse's Ear I don't expect a sausage-fest swinging from the pole like a butcher shop (butchers are always men, right?). Should things change. Change is good. We are all still evolving. One day no one will be born with wisdom teeth, cutting a hole in the dentist's (man, white) business, forcing him to lay off his hygenist (woman). This post really has no resolution and I no longer expect any of you to answer, but I want you all to think. Why is it that "He's so well-spoken/articulate" only applies to non-WASPs? And that includes us Southerners. No one expects us to be intelligent and articulate. What kind of ism is that?
The Definition of...
Futility.
Trying to explain to someone why "Cornholio" is funny. You get it or you don't.
"Are you threatening me?!"
Trying to explain to someone why "Cornholio" is funny. You get it or you don't.
"Are you threatening me?!"
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Tribes
Copious amounts of Scotch and Vodka make for a great catalyst for philosophical debate. My homies and I were chatting up the concepts of racism and classism. I felt that one day we will look back on the attitudes Americans have now about gay marriage and go "tsk tsk" the way we do about the 1950's approach to interracial marriage. One of my boys raised the point that perhaps these social ills grow out of the instinctual desire for tribalism.That people tend to shun others not like themselves out of an inate need to huddle. I tried to counter with the fact that I myself is in an interracial relationship and find it draws little fire or disdain, but the truth is that now i huddle in with the "smart" tribe. That now i cannot suffer the company of the "dimmer" crowd long merely because we have so little in common. I dont give them shit or anything like that, its just that i laugh with them but spend time with my "tribe". we all choose our groups: rich, smart, drunk, fit and pretty, fat and horny, black, asian, jewish, islamic, thug, redneck (and CP pointed out that these last two are essentially the same people i.e. the gun-toting, hard-drinking, wife-slapping, ride-pimping angry poor). I envision a future where the whole world is one (higly intelligent, light brown and bisexual).
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Movie Review In 10 Words or Less
Brokeback Mountain
Important. Eye-Opening. Won't be seen by those who SHOULD.
Important. Eye-Opening. Won't be seen by those who SHOULD.
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