| A post-election malaise |
[06 Nov 2008|01:25am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 pensive |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Air - Remember |
] |
In the spirit of giving credit where due, I thought it important to acknowledge that McCain's concession speech was one of the finest speeches I've ever heard. It was gracious, dignified, and genuine, showing all the class & courage of a man who's known far worse times in his life and has a healthy sense of perspective.
It's up on youtube here and suggested viewing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bss6lTP8BJ8
For the record, I never had an unpleasant word to say about the '08 Republican nominee before the Palin announcement. I had felt then, as I still do, that on some level he deserved the presidency that he was robbed of in 2000 by then Governor Bush. Even after the Palin announcement, much of my criticism was laid not at the senator himself, but at his uncharacteristic cynicism in the VP selection, along with the betrayal of his desired pick of Lieberman. The Chicago Tribune described the choice as having "put his campaign before his country" and I could not disagree.
But watching him on stage giving his concession speech, I suddenly forgot all my bitterness and with its departure went all of my celebratory spirit. For me, at least, the speech was a window to the past, to that senator I hold in the highest regard, shrouded in the ugliness of a campaign not of his own crafting. I couldn't stay tuned for Obama's victory speech. I simply shut off the TV and went to bed.
The following morning, I saw a Newsweek article on the latest Palin spending scandal, which stated, "McCain himself rarely spoke to Palin during the campaign, and aides kept him in the dark about the details of her spending on clothes because they were sure he would be offended." Reading that, I realized why I could take no real joy in last night's victory. Just like Governor Bush, the Party fed their nominee talking points, baited & riled their base, and painted their stooge up to fit the part as best they could. The difference is that this time the man nominated to be the GOP's puppet candidate was a mensch and a great statesman, and real men like that, by my account, make for lousy stooges.
So, although I am proud of the new president-elect, I find myself without a villain from whom I can take joy in having soundly thwarted. At the stroke of midnight on November 4th, the carriage turned back into a pumpkin and the vile Republican nominee reverted to the beloved John McCain. The marionette strings are cut at last. It wouldn't surprise me in the least to learn that part of Senator McCain was happy to have lost under such circumstances. I can only imagine his dissatisfaction with being under the party's thumb and I can't help but hope that from this failure of Rove-an campaigning, will come the freedom for Senator McCain to return to glory as the great Senator from Arizona.
|
|
| Mmmmm...Spaghetti Cat Soup... |
[07 Oct 2008|10:51am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
nostalgic |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Magnetic Fields - Reno Dakota |
] |
I know I'm late to the party with this one...but I haven't watched E!'s Talk Soup since middle school when it was still hosted by Greg Kinnear. Apparently, a couple month's back they covered an interesting editing move by The Morning Show with Mike & Juliet, involving cutting to an adorable picture of a cat eating spaghetti during an unrelated discussion of binge drinking. In homage to this ridiculous moment in talk show history, The Soup's own Spaghetti Cat has been making surprise guest appearances on the show ever since....
Story: http://www.mediabistro.com/tvnewser/generalities/spaghetti_cat_mystery_solved_91974.asp
Visits on The Soup: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szwMuxmT9nE
PS. Whatever happened to Señor Sock anyway?
|
|
| Maybe it's just me, but I'm thinking House jumped the shark.... |
[03 Oct 2008|12:21pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 pleased |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Jill Sobule - Karen by Night |
] |
It all just seems so gimmicky and trivial now...
Cheers for the incorporation of a Bezoar, jeers for not giving any mention to their fascinating role in medieval history and English law. *sigh*
At least we still have the reruns:
You wake up in the morning, your paint's peeling, your curtains are gone, and the water is boiling. Which problem do you deal with first? None of them! The building's on fire!
- Dr. Gregory House M.D., "Safe" (2x16)
PS. On a different note, Battlestar: Galactica is amazing. I'm not much of a sci-fi guy, but the show has completely sucked me in. Where in the hell did this come from and why don't we have more of it?
|
|
| Quickie before I get back to class.... |
[02 Oct 2008|05:02pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 giddy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights |
] |
This goes out to cousin, Sarah. We'll miss you while you're in 'frisco far from the family farm.
"Hamburgers, That's How" from Overheard Everywhere...
Non-native presenting for ESL speech class: "Everyone has cows in their life. Cows at home. Cows at work. Cows in our families. Cows can take over everything. But how do we get rid of the cows?"
Teacher: "'Chaos.' It's pronounced 'chaos.'"
|
|
| Chris Rock has been getting around.... |
[02 Oct 2008|04:52pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 bored |
] |
On Late Night w/ David Letterman:
Have you been to Alaska, Dave? It's like the Road Warrior with snow. It's crazy up there. Insane. They're shootin' moose. She's holding this dead bloody moose and Michael Vick's like 'Wait, why am I in jail?'"
On Real Time w/ Bill Maher:
Rock (on racist voters): Obama's not your ordinary cat. Was America ready for a black baseball player? No, but Jackie Robinson was better than everybody...and Michael Jordan's better than everybody...and I think that when people really look at these guys equally they will realize that Barack Obama's a lot better than John McCain.
Maher: So you think even among people who have some latent racism, it's like they wouldn't have sex with most black women, but they'd have it with Halle Berry.
Rock: Exactly!
As a bonus, your Word of the Day: WOWSER
1. a self-righteous moralist, most frequently a politician;
2. "an ineffably pious person who mistakes this world for a penitentiary and himself for a warder" (as defined by Aussie writer, C.J. Dennis)
|
|
| Shanah Tovah! |
[02 Oct 2008|04:39pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
cheerful |
] |
Someone suggested that I'd be more likely to post if I just made a habit of posting all the cute/funny/horrifying stuff I stick in away messages here as well. So without further ado....
Sarah Silverman is L <3 V E in two short funny videos (x2):
* Must see: Don't Vote!
* Prepare for The Great Schlep!!!
In a related story...tiny squirrel throws tiny support behind Baruch Obama! Awww....
|
|
| Happy Birthday to me... |
[23 Sep 2008|09:13am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
happy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Magnetic Fields - Parades Go By |
] |
"On the 23rd Day of the Month of September in an early year of a decade not too long before our own, the human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence, and this terrifying enemy surfaced as such enemies often do in the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places...." - Opening narration to Little Shop of Horrors by Howard Ashman
|
|
| I prefer Michael, thank you very much. |
[18 Sep 2008|04:31pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 annoyed |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Talk of the Nation on NPR |
] |
Calling someone who shoots at wolves from a helicopter "courageous" & "full of life" is like describing the kid who burns ants with a magnifying lens as "inventive" & "with a great mind for science."
- Moi
|
|
| Oh yeah...I've still got a livejournal! |
[25 Jun 2007|07:19pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
optimistic |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Chaupin on WNYC |
] |
So yeah it's been a ridiculously long time since last I updated. I should just sum up the past year as succinctly as possible:
Andrea, the pets, & I moved from our spacious two-bedroom apartment in Buffalo to a "cozy" studio apartment in Greenwich Village. Ani started undergrad at Brooklyn College and I started Law School at Seton Hall. We both ended up disappointed with our school choices, but we managed to get through it together. By the time the year concluded, however, our relationship was in tatters, we officially broke up. Offered a very exciting internship back in Buffalo, Andrea decided to move back home and plans to stay there for some time to come. In that regard, I have only myself to blame.
Unfortunately, Andrea's departure left me with a lot of expenses to shoulder on my own, including my adorable, attention-demanding kitties, Huey & Precious Katz, so I've been really stressed out as a result. Adding to all of this anxiety, the start of my paid summer internship was delayed until late June and the dog I had since I was 8, Shofar, fell into a coma and despite my father's & my best efforts to get him to a hospital, died peacefully shortly thereafter. Suffice it to say all the losses have resulted in a deep slump I'm only beginning to drag myself out of.
Key to my recuperation has been the internship, which finally came through. I'm working for the NYS Insurance Department as a summer associate, doing legal research, reviewing policy proposals, and suggesting policy amendments and additions. It's an exciting opportunity with a lot of potential for upward mobility. Additionally, during my recent free time, I've taken up yoga and acquired a couple videos to help teach myself sign language. I'm also trying to get outside more and eating better to shed some pounds.
That's about it for now. The kitties apparently only allocated me fifteen minutes of free time, before I have to get back to giving them attention. Hopefully I'll remember to update again soon.
|
|
| Crazy I know.... |
[27 Mar 2007|05:54pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
contemplative |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Rilo Kiley - Paint's Peeling |
] |
Yeah three posts in a week, I can't begin to explain it. In my defense, the world does seem to be going crazy lately.
Professor Cornwell started Crim Law today by entering from the double doors at the top of the lecture hall pushing a "Little Tykes" Plastic Riding Car. From my seat in the front row, a figure about the size of a small child could be seen in the front seat. The curious class became immediately transfixed by the professors singing, "Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la," as he pushed the waist high vehicle across the back of the room towards the far staircase. "Oh my, fellas! Look at the gorgeous view from up here at the top of this very tall staircase! Why, I'll bet if we lean the car all the way over the edge of the top step we'll get the best possible view. Here let me push you even further over, so you can really take in how amazing the view is...."
It was at this point that a series of loud thuds & thumps could be heard descending the steps. As the car made its 2nd rotation approximately halfway down the stair case, a pink piglet doll was ejected from the driver's side window of the vehicle, landing in a student's lap, evoking from her a shrill cry. Just a half-dozen steps from the floor, a second figure dressed in red was flung out the (absent) windshield to the bottom of the steps. I managed to identify the contorted body lying perfectly still mere feet away in the brief moments before the vehicle came crashing down on top of it.
There was silence. Prof. Cornwell ran down the steps to the classmate holding the piglet doll. He reached out whimpering. The girl gave him the pink stuffed creature & Prof. Cornwell began performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He then checked for Piglet's pulse and, after some difficulty finding it, announced, "He's alive!" Smiling proudly he descended the steps & placed piglet onto his desk. With a gasp, he then bolted back over to the crashed vehicle. He flipped the vehicle over and then had to look away, covering his eyes. "Oh, Pooh! Poor, poor Pooh." He retrieved the bear by the ankle looking him over seemingly certain of his expiration. Prof. Cornwell, then placed the bear on the desk, and, grabbing a nearby sheet of paper, covered Pooh's face.
A moment of silence as the professor looked down at the two adorable, stuffed victims of his malevolence. With a sigh, the professor spun and addressed his class: "Now, assuming that the state can successfully convict me of depraved heart murder for my involvement in Pooh's tragic demise, AND assuming that Piglet, though paralyzed for life, did survive the accident, can the state also successfully convict me on a charge of attempted depraved heart murder?
|
|
| Justice Breyer on NPR News Quiz Show |
[26 Mar 2007|06:47pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 geeky |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Modest Mouse - People as Places as People |
] |
For the first time in U.S. history, a presiding Federal Supreme Court Justice will be called upon to answer question on a publicly broadcast quiz show. Speaking from the chambers of the United States Supreme Court, Justice Breyer made his momentous debut on NPR's Weekly News Quiz Program, "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me." To find out if Justice Breyer was able to earn one lucky contestant the coveted grand prize of Carl Kassel's voice on their home answering machine, download the audio stream or podcast at:
http://www.npr.org/programs/waitwait/
Quoted from the website:
Supreme Court Justice Stephen Breyer plays our game called, "Your last album was inspired by $40,000 worth of primo hash and a disembodied spirit called Sheldon." Three stories about the rock 'n' roll lifestyle taken from a recent article in Blender magazine.
Enjoy!
|
|
| Why you can go home again...but don't say I didn't warn you (Part 4) |
[30 Sep 2006|01:39pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 awake |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
English Beat - Mirror in the Bathroom |
] |
Finally, arriving at the evening's final destination, I found a wave of relief pass over me as I plugged my charger into a nearby wall outlet, clinked wine glasses with Gran Fritze, and leaned back to enjoy the show. Fortunately introductions were rushed through rather quickly (having started late thanks to Andrea's dad's disappearing act), and first course was swiftly thereafter served & cleared, followed closely by the usual miserable drawn-out bride-groom/bride-father/groom-mother dancing tear-jerkery. The main course was served and I was enjoying a rather tasty filet mignon, when I picked up on the DJs music starting to get louder...and I understood the real fun was finally ready to begin.
An Aside On The Subject of Wedding Receptions
I'd like to take this opportunity to clarify something. I know I've seemed rather grumpy about this whole experience and honestly, I can't deny I sincerely was. Most marriage ceremonies are not my cup of tea. They are comprised of entirely too many things I wantonly dislike: conspicuous consumption, religious posturing, brides (& in particular their willful disregard for others in planning & practice), churches, preachy sermons, gratuitous spending, exclusive guest lists, ghastly pop dance music, formal dress, materialism, inflexible scheduling, traditionalism, marriage & family in general, extremely emotional & demanding consumers, and enough conservative social norms to thoroughly exsanguinate my bleeding liberal heart.
However, I must confess, for reasons I don't fully understand, I love the post-ceremony drunken dance-floor hilarity. When I was younger (and significantly more self-conscious), I usually fled before this point in the evening got started, nervous I'd humiliated. Then a few years ago, at a family friend's wedding and after a bit too much to drink, I finally said fuck it and headed out on the dance floor to make an ass of myself. I was dancing with everybody (in my own utterly ridiculous way): toddlers, grandmothers, guys in tuxes, girls in hideous bridesmaids gowns. So there I was enjoying partaking in the hysteria, when something occured to me. I glanced around me and discovered that the people who looked truly pathetic, were all the jackasses sitting out at their tables bored & miserable completely out of tune with the supposedly joyful spirit of the event.
It now amazes me that the obsessively planning bride in pursuit of the perfect reception consistently neglects the only necessary elements for a great reception: a regular flow of alcohol, a sufficiently large dance floor, and some bold crazy guests to get the party started. Fuck the food, the formalities, the introductions, & especially the DJs. Your brother-in-law could sufficinetly swap mixtapes out of a half-decent stereo without resorting to those over-priced MC clowns. The reality is that the memories of having your family up on their feet embracing the joy of the occasion by cutting loose shimmying around the dancefloor in their socks is a hell of a lot more memorable than the floral arrangements, the invitations, or, in my humble opioion, the hypocrytical single-use bridal gown you drop a small fortune on.
So now getting back to the subject at hand...eager to finally start enjoying my birthday (and sufficiently intoxicated to do so) I took off my coat grabbed my now recharged camera and headed out to the dance floor....
|
|
| Why you can go home again...but its never so sweet as you recall (Part 3) |
[30 Sep 2006|11:37am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 apathetic |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Ben Folds - Missing the War |
] |
Saturday: The big day...and I slept in til 9am. At that point, while everyone else had gone off for final tuxedo/dress fittings and hair & makeup appointments, I wandered around the empty house in boxers & t-shirt with a bowl of yogurt and an unread copy of the Onion I'd grabbed before leaving the city. As it got closer to the wedding time, I got dressed and went over the civpro notes again from the night before. As I'm sitting at the kitchen table, I got to thinking gosh this isn't nearly as stressful a weekend as I'd imagined....
At which point Andrea's mother comes rushing in, her head all dolled up for the wedding and everything below wrapped up in a housecoat & pajamas. "Where in the hell is my husband?!?" To which I responded, *shrug* "Haven't seen him." Basically, from this moment forward followed frantic searches, double-triple-quadruple-checking of times & progress, rapid confirmation calls with various members of the wedding party, quick clothes changes, & then a race out to the car to get to the church on time (arriving approx 10 minutes before her mother & father had to walk down the aisle).
And so it came to pass that on September 23rd in the year of 2006, a date both commemorating Rosh Hashannah (The Jewish New Year) & my 23rd birthday, I spent the day in a church photographing a Catholic wedding with communion, sermons, the whole nine yards.... Never let it be said I'm not a good sport. *sigh*
After the Bride, the Groom, & the rest of the Wedding Party (including Ani & family) fled the church for their alcohol-packed limousine party bus to the reception, I was assigned the task of quickly removing all the bows & flowers from the church for Father Richard (in anticipation of 4pm mass), and delivering them to the reception hall, after a quick stop-off at the house. Unfortunately, noone left me a copy of the house keys and so much of my "rest" was spent trying to track down this bus. Of course, my progress was hindered dramatically by the fact that people have a tendency to disregard their phones at family events.
Finally, I just said fuck it and stopped off at Andrea's Aunt Pat's hotel room. Why? Because no matter how crazy the day, I knew I could count on one thing for certain; whereever you find the Sullivans, you are sure to find a well-stocked fridge of booze. So after 3 Coronas, some wine, & a lovely (though brief) chat, I finally hauled ass out to the reception. Of course since I didn't get to charge my camera at the house, the battery was on the verge of death. So I dumped off the flowers, grabbed the house keys, and made my way right back outside. Glancing back I noticed Andrea's Dad escaping the fray, followed by Grandma Fritze absocnding with a plate piled high with fruit, because she was concerned I hadn't had anything to eat. Her precautionary warning "Jonathan, you have to eat, because there's an open bar and alcohol is no good on an empty stomach," made me appreciate why I've always depended on the kindness of strange grandmothers....
They piled in the car after me and the three of us headed out to the house to take care of some last minute business. I'd just collected the charger for my camera battery & unloaded the pictures off the memory card, when the phones began to ring. It would seem that the bride was ready to make her grand appearance at the reception, but the wedding party could not be introduced less the father of the groom. By this time, we were still 20 minutes away from the reception hall and explained so. However, it turns out that weddings don't fall into the category of occassions wiling to afford much chronological flexibility. So we rushed back to the reception, Andrea's father joining the principals, while Gran & I scooted off to the bar.
|
|
| Why you can go home again...but it's sure to only make you sicker (Part 2) |
[28 Sep 2006|12:29pm] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Paul Simon - Kodachrome |
] |
Friday: Having fallen asleep soon after arriving from the airport, I awoke early Friday morning well-rested (keep in mind early for me is 6am). I lay in bed with my laptop for a while going over my Torts notes from the day before. I have to admit, although the idea of living alone holds no appeals whatsoever, having a room of my own for the weekend provided some appreciated sanctuary.
Eventually, I wandered out to visit the UB Campus, though I didn't get to see many people, it was really great just enjoying the experience of being surrounded in Buffalo-love again. During & after my visit, I felt more tranquil than I have since law school began. I look forward to surrounding myself with such generous & caring friends in NYC. All in due time I suppose, but there are those from Buffalo who really touched me and their place in my life is forever secured.
Soon, it came time to dress for the Wedding Rehearsal at the Church of the Assumption. Assumption is a very dark gothic church, which as an attendant I appreciated, but as a photographer I loathed. The absence of low ceilings and walls for light to reflect off of makes even a flash almost completely ineffective. I'm disappointed with the photos I took that evening (since it was the only reason for me to be there). Fortunately, Andrea's Aunt Pat picked up some of the slack with her own digital camera.
The rehearsal dinner was at Chef's which I must admit I was absolutely rueing. However, the evening's buffet provided me with the first meal I've ever enjoyed there. For anyone obliged to venture down to this Seneca Street staple, skip the salad, skip the pasta, skip the sauce, order the chicken. I took some choice shots of the madness that night, but nothing spectacular. One bizarre note, it turns out that the Best Man, a 3rd-year Columbia Law student (*envy*), lives just a few short blocks away and we must pass each other on a regular basis walking to the train. All roads, tunnels, bridges, train tracks, subway lines, & bike trails lead to Manhattan....
After a sufficient quantity of food, alcohol, & crude chatter with the wedding party, I was finally ready to commit the rest of the evening to studying for Civil Procedure.
|
|
| Why you can go home again...but probably shouldn't (Part 1) |
[25 Sep 2006|12:30pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
irritated |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Buzzcocks - I Don't Mind |
] |
So a rocky few days has finally concluded and now that the waters have calmed, I can take the opportunity to peer into the depths and reflect on murky times. From the moment we casted off I sensed that the weekend would be anything, but smooth sailing (alright enough with the nautical metaphors, I promise).
So the basic plotline of this sad tale may be summed up simply:
"Jonathan attends Ani's brother's wedding and a great many things go wrong."
Thursday: Woke at 6am, out the door by 7:30am, on the PATH by 7:40am, at work by 8:30am, in class at 10:30am, back on the path by 12:30pm, picked up luggage from the apt at 1:30pm, got on the subway at 1:45pm, then arrived at JFK Airport at 3:30pm.
Suffice it to say, my brain was already a bit slushy. So I'm making Andrea crazy to begin with by forcing her to double, triple, quadruple check her luggage for liquids & medications, because of the new airline restrictions. We get to security fairly quickly and I remove my laptop and send my things through the x-ray machine. I'm about to walk through the metal detector when I realize I've still got my keys and watch, so I backpedal and toss them into the bin with Andrea's purse. As I go to retrieve my stuff from the other side, the guard begins to interrogate Andrea about the contents of her bin and suddenly it occurs to me that I couldn't recall taking my 4" pen knife off my keychain before leaving for the airport....
After the following rather uncomfortable search of our persons and cumulative carry-on belongings by the Transit Security Authority, we sat down to enjoy a game of reversi (othello) on my macbook. Andrea let me win twice until I insisted if she wouldn't play me fair & square I'd be forced to spank her in Backgammon instead. :p
For the record, it is little secret that one of the major contributing factors to getting me out to Buffalo (and almost anywhere else for that matter) is that I love flying JetBlue. I really dislike flying as a general rule, but JetBlue consistently ruins that claim for me. I think of it as scheduled comfy-chair-with-TV-&-snack-time that somehow magically transports me to where I need to be. The whole way I watched a memorial crocodile hunter special and was getting very choked up when the landing gear thumped against the tarmac, unceremoniously announcing our arrival in Buffalo....
|
|
| Rumours of my death are greatly exaggerated. |
[01 Sep 2006|10:24pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 blah |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Shabbos Rhythms |
] |
A more accurate description of my present mental/physical state would be restless, mangled meat-puppet. Law school is beating me senseless with the heavy iron club of logical reasoning and the rapid-fire sanity-piercing assault of the Socratic Method employed extensively by my professors. I finally figured out that by offering my opinions when I know what we're talking about, the instructor is less likely to riddle me with questioning on other subjects. I have discovered that law school survival is largely dependent upon such strategery. For another example, the otherwise mindless process of note-taking exists on three seperate axis:
1) What are the facts of this case, such that I can discuss it with my peers/study group?
2) What issue(s) of law is the professor likely to riddle me with questions about?
3) What was the holding which establishes the precedent and how does it relate to similar cases?
Writing all of this down would be the equivalent of writing a case brief longer than the case itself. So one must first read then reread taking a substantial quantity of notes, then seperate the notes into the three divisions and whittle them down to as little as rationally possible. In spite of all my griping here I should point out that as difficult as the work may be, it turns out I am surprisingly good at it. The adversarial argumentative process is very intuitive and I am enjoying the material immensely.
On weekdays, I am in class about 4 hrs/day and I spend approximately 10 hrs/day reading, summarizing, and discussing cases in study group. This allows for only about 4 hrs/day for meals, relaxation, & personal hygiene, if I want to get a minimum of 6 hrs of smeepy time. First year students (1Ls) are broken into five sections and each section of students share all the same classes (ie. everyone in my Sec.A Torts class is in my Sec.A Contracts class and my Sec.A Civil Procedure). The benefit is that you get to know each of the students in the section very well. Unfortunately, it also means you grow to despise the aggravating ones very, very quickly.
Ani & I found an amazing apartment on Sullivan Street (just north of Houston) which is right on the border of Greenwich Village & SoHo, one block from NYU, two blocks from Washington Square park, & all around heaven on earth (plus gay central; yay queersville! <3). We finally got internet just recently and it's been a bit spotty at that, so I'm actually posting this from Doctor Dad's. Without internet to keep me occupied, I've been hanging out in Wash. Sq. for a couple hours every so often to hear the local musicians play. This week I was present to catch on consecutive nights, two distinct renditions of "Rikki Don't Lose That Number" by Steely Dan (one by a duo on acoustic guitars, the other on an electric guitar with a 3-man brass section). Actually, I really need to kick my Mamoun's Falafel addiction, because it's becoming a really bad habit. I practically pass it on my way to & from the park and really who can resist a delicious $2 falafel. I mean, come on!
To those I have left behind in Buffalo: Know this! I have not forgotten you. I have not forgotten your smiles, your laughs, your bright shining faces, your cheery dispositions (I'm talking to you Mr. Becker), and I look forward to seeing you all when I visit for New Year's. I misses you all teh big, big bunches and wish you all great success in your current endeavors (finely crafting generic well-wishings is another skill we law students are encouraged to develop :p).
|
|
| Peer pressure LJ entry! Waaaaaahhh!!! |
[30 Jul 2006|11:22pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
mellow |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Tom Petty - Even the Losers |
] |
Wow! Between all the nudges and threats, I guess I better get to updating this LJ already before things get ugly.
So I gradumacated from UB. I guess that's a pretty big thing. Go me. I now possess a Bachelor's Degree from UB with a Double Major in Philosophy & Media Studies.
Andrea has turned 21 and in celebration her mom planned a surprise party for her. As icing on the cake (and God knows how Andrea loves frosting), I gave Ani two noteworthy gifts, a black 4GB ipod nano & local music legend Dan Reitz taking requests at her mother's piano for the length of the party.
My season as intramural softball team captain of the Haxlerods ended well. My final game I pulled off a sweet double play, catching a hard line drive just fair of first base, then quickly jolting forward to tag the runner as he scrambled back to first.
Ani & I packed up our apartment at 80 Chatsworth and drove the 400 miles to Livingston, NJ, where we shall temporarily reside with Doctor Dad as we hunt for a new home in Hoboken or Downtown Manhattan.
Just prior to that Becker and I hung out and watched the fantastic cinematic triumph that is "The Adventures of Baron Munchausen."
Hope all of you are well and I'll try to catch up with everyone soon.
Love,
Jonathan
PS. Andrea hates New Jersey and reminds me every single day.
|
|
| Hey, it's just a game... |
[19 Jun 2006|08:06pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
meh |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Shambu - Tyrannosaurus Rex |
] |
Thanks for the nudges everyone. Sorry it's been so long. I need to get back on top of this journal.
I've been really anxious since classes finished. I've lost all sense of structure and I just want to move already. On the other hand, leaving my people up here is heart-breaking, though I know I'll be back to visit often (hell, I've already got flights booked for September). I'm just feeling incredibly ungrounded, like I've lost my pace with the world and I have to keep jerking back & forth to keep with it's rhythm.
Playing Intramural Softball has helped considerably. This is my first year as Team Captain which is nice since it'll probably be my last year playing on the team. I could do without some of the primadonna drama that comes among some of my teammates, but those moments are greatly outweighed by the pride of pulling a solid team together, organizing practices, and seeing aimless rookies develop into game MVPs.
Tomorrow morning, Ani & I are heading out to New York City for the premier of the Strangers with Candy movie, starring the brilliant pairing of Amy Sedaris and Stephen Colbert. The timing is impeccable since Amy and I have previously bonded over our house rabbits and just yesterday I had to give up Dinah to a new home. I'm not sure if I'll be able to tell Amy. I'm excited to meet Stephen for the first time. I've heard he's as hysterical in person as he is on screen and enjoyed his spin off from the Daily Show, The Colbert Report.
Wednesday, Thursday, & Friday morning are reserved for apartment hunting in Jersey City. Andrea's compiled a hefty list of apartments and hopefully we'll find something close to the PATH train. We're bringing down some boxes of random junk and a batch of Ani's Homemade Falafel for Doctor Dad. *drool*
I still haven't heard from Cardozo Law and it's eating me up inside. Where's the love, Cardozo? Where's the love? Hopefully, I'll get to swing by to give the Dean of Admissions my "You want me like you don't even know" pitch again.
|
|
|
[18 May 2006|06:44am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
I'm up! |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Niño Astronauta - Cosmonauta |
] |
Off to NYC to persuade Cardozo Law School to admit me to their fall semester JD Program.
Also, I had a mean hankering for a Gray's Papaya Hot Dog and a Shwarma from Mamoun's.
Wish me luck. ;)
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
|
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
cheshirekatz's journal