Monday, October 29, 2007

Angus.

Yes. Once again, for those of you who have known me for the past 12 years, I am once again talking about Angus - the movie about the fat kid who punches Dawson's stupid Steve face and gets the girl. I bring this up, only because I was taking a procrastination break in the library (you might think I am using this term incorrectly, since the grammar would imply that I was taking a break from procrastination. But you're wrong. I did.) ...and during this procrastination break, I was going through IMDB typing in all of the obscure old movies that radically shaped my childhood (Airborne, The Skateboard Kid II, The Peanut Butter Solution, Kid Colter, The Dog Who Stopped the War...among others...) ...and as usual I ended up on Angus. And then I went to the message boards at the bottom, and I found this posting, which I found particularly interesting and familiar. (The first sentence is particularly familiar.)
I talked with a friend today and he laughed at me because I said that Angus was one of my favourite movies...he thinks it's stupid. I can live with that, but there's one thing I'd like to know. The thing is: he was one of those rather popular guys at school, had many friends, never had problems with girls, he was never an outsider. I, however, was. Is it because of this that I am able to identify with Angus and that I love this movie? Does he think that it's stupid because he never had to go through all this?
Note: I was 12 or 13 when Angus came out. That puts me squarely in chubby Michigan Asian with braces and greasy slicked back hair with an undercut/bowl through South Carolina skater kid with middle part bowl and undercut (nicknamed Ning Chink).

The Answer is yes. Fuck all you Dawsons out there.


D

Update.

Things have been shitty for the last week so I didn't really feel like posting anything, so I'll just give you a quick update.

1) I accepted my offer at the law firm today. I will now be a BigLaw corporate associate, altering my life path in a variety of ways.

2) Boston is cold as balls. I needed to get out of the city and spend some (more) time by myself, so I rented a Subaru Outback station wagon and drove up to New Hampshire's White Mountains with a book on tape. The weather was incredibly shitty with temperatures in the 50s on a grey, rainy, foggy day. The mountains were hidden in a shroud of low clouds and fog. I didn't even see the mountains. Just the white clouds that enveloped the entire view. Then I drove home.

3) I spent my entire fall break in the library working on my research assistant paper, and got next to nothing done despite 5-7 hours a day of sitting alone in an empty library.

4) I started watching football. I lack any particular team loyalties, given my lack of geographical permanence. (Bengals? Lions? Panthers? Rams? Patriots?) As a result, just for the sheer joy of watching football being played well, I've basically been watching the Pats and the Colts in their run up to this weekend's SuperGame. Man.

5) I got Metroid 3: Corruption for the Wii, and my buddy is addicted to the game. So I spent some of my break alternating between drinking beer and watching video games, and playing them myself.

6) And yes, the BoSox won the fucking World Series. Thank god it took place late at night on Sunday, in Colorado, and that I was able to avoid massive throngs of annoying people. I don't mind the exuberance and excitement of local sports (ie. I think it would be great if the Pats, Boston College, and the Celtics all lived up to grand expectations)....but I find Sox fans to be particularly annoying people. So all my wishing and hoping that the Rockies would rip a hole in the Sox and lose the other in the wash was for naught. I actually decided that since I don't watch baseball and have no baseball loyalties, I will define my baseball fanhood as an anti-Sox fan rather than as an allegiance to any team. Suck it Boston.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

.....

There isn't a worse way of spending a fall break than this...

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

I'm not done with the last post...BUT.

FYI For ALL VERIZON FOLKS:

I think Verizon has recently decided to give out Verizon customer informations to all of their divisions and affiliates for advertising purposes. The idea seems to be cell phone advertising. I never received a letter about this, but it appears they have been sent out.

You can opt out if you call this number within 30 days.

800-333-9956

No need to thank me. Just doin' my duty. Ok, ok, ok. *Bow*


Monday, October 15, 2007

I want a vote. REALLY.

I just ran across this image. Before any discussion, could you all please just tell me what way you see the dancer spinning? Just a simple clock-wise or counter clockwise will do. (You will have to click on it. This thing has been driving me CRAZY.)

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Oh Jesus Christ. Watch This.


Seriously. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.







Edit: This is in supplement to M's comment...Jesus.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Good Reads: Revived!

If you've been following since my earlier posting days over a year ago, you know that I used to post pieces that I had read and that had some significant impact on me. Or at least I thought were pretty awesome. Or at the very least I found meaningful enough that I honestly believed other people should read it too. I sorta stopped doing that, but I just read this random piece in the NY Times and it really left me quite surprised and thoughtful... So, as always, I genuinely and hopefully encourage you to read, but as is the case, I expect you not to.
On Thursday, the novelist Doris Lessing won the 2007 Nobel Prize in Literature. Moments after the announcement, the literary world embarked on a time-honored post-Nobel tradition: assessing — and sometimes sniffing at — the work of the prizewinner. One of the most pointed criticisms of Ms. Lessing came from Harold Bloom, the Yale professor and literary critic, who told The Associated Press, “Although Ms. Lessing at the beginning of her writing career had a few admirable qualities, I find her work for the past 15 years quite unreadable.” He went on to add that the prize is “pure political correctness.” Interestingly, Ms. Lessing had some strong thoughts about political correctness, thoughts she expressed in this adapted article, which appeared on the Op-Ed page on June 26, 1992.


Questions You Should Never Ask a Writer
Doris Lessing

WHILE we have seen the apparent death of Communism, ways of thinking that were either born under Communism or strengthened by Communism still govern our lives. Not all of them are as immediately evident as a legacy of Communism as political correctness.

The first point: language. It is not a new thought that Communism debased language and, with language, thought. There is a Communist jargon recognizable after a single sentence. Few people in Europe have not joked in their time about “concrete steps,” “contradictions,” “the interpenetration of opposites,” and the rest.

The first time I saw that mind-deadening slogans had the power to take wing and fly far from their origins was in the 1950s when I read an article in The Times of London and saw them in use. “The demo last Saturday was irrefutable proof that the concrete situation...” Words confined to the left as corralled animals had passed into general use and, with them, ideas. One might read whole articles in the conservative and liberal press that were Marxist, but the writers did not know it. But there is an aspect of this heritage that is much harder to see.

Even five, six years ago, Izvestia, Pravda and a thousand other Communist papers were written in a language that seemed designed to fill up as much space as possible without actually saying anything. Because, of course, it was dangerous to take up positions that might have to be defended. Now all these newspapers have rediscovered the use of language. But the heritage of dead and empty language these days is to be found in academia, and particularly in some areas of sociology and psychology.

A young friend of mine from North Yemen saved up every bit of money he could to travel to Britain to study that branch of sociology that teaches how to spread Western expertise to benighted natives. I asked to see his study material and he showed me a thick tome, written so badly and in such ugly, empty jargon it was hard to follow. There were several hundred pages, and the ideas in it could easily have been put in 10 pages.

Yes, I know the obfuscations of academia did not begin with Communism — as Swift, for one, tells us — but the pedantries and verbosity of Communism had their roots in German academia. And now that has become a kind of mildew blighting the whole world.

It is one of the paradoxes of our time that ideas capable of transforming our societies, full of insights about how the human animal actually behaves and thinks, are often presented in unreadable language.

The second point is linked with the first. Powerful ideas affecting our behavior can be visible only in brief sentences, even a phrase — a catch phrase. All writers are asked this question by interviewers: “Do you think a writer should...?” “Ought writers to...?” The question always has to do with a political stance, and note that the assumption behind the words is that all writers should do the same thing, whatever it is. The phrases “Should a writer...?” “Ought writers to...?” have a long history that seems unknown to the people who so casually use them. Another is “commitment,” so much in vogue not long ago. Is so and so a committed writer?

A successor to “commitment” is “raising consciousness.” This is double-edged. The people whose consciousness is being raised may be given information they most desperately lack and need, may be given moral support they need. But the process nearly always means that the pupil gets only the propaganda the instructor approves of. “Raising consciousness,” like “commitment,” like “political correctness,” is a continuation of that old bully, the party line.

A very common way of thinking in literary criticism is not seen as a consequence of Communism, but it is. Every writer has the experience of being told that a novel, a story, is “about” something or other. I wrote a story, “The Fifth Child,” which was at once pigeonholed as being about the Palestinian problem, genetic research, feminism, anti-Semitism and so on.

A journalist from France walked into my living room and before she had even sat down said, “Of course ‘The Fifth Child’ is about AIDS.”

An effective conversation stopper, I assure you. But what is interesting is the habit of mind that has to analyze a literary work like this. If you say, “Had I wanted to write about AIDS or the Palestinian problem I would have written a pamphlet,” you tend to get baffled stares. That a work of the imagination has to be “really” about some problem is, again, an heir of Socialist Realism. To write a story for the sake of storytelling is frivolous, not to say reactionary.

The demand that stories must be “about” something is from Communist thinking and, further back, from religious thinking, with its desire for self-improvement books as simple-minded as the messages on samplers.

The phrase “political correctness” was born as Communism was collapsing. I do not think this was chance. I am not suggesting that the torch of Communism has been handed on to the political correctors. I am suggesting that habits of mind have been absorbed, often without knowing it.

There is obviously something very attractive about telling other people what to do: I am putting it in this nursery way rather than in more intellectual language because I see it as nursery behavior. Art — the arts generally — are always unpredictable, maverick, and tend to be, at their best, uncomfortable. Literature, in particular, has always inspired the House committees, the Zhdanovs, the fits of moralizing, but, at worst, persecution. It troubles me that political correctness does not seem to know what its exemplars and predecessors are; it troubles me more that it may know and does not care.

Does political correctness have a good side? Yes, it does, for it makes us re-examine attitudes, and that is always useful. The trouble is that, with all popular movements, the lunatic fringe so quickly ceases to be a fringe; the tail begins to wag the dog. For every woman or man who is quietly and sensibly using the idea to examine our assumptions, there are 20 rabble-rousers whose real motive is desire for power over others, no less rabble-rousers because they see themselves as anti-racists or feminists or whatever.

A professor friend describes how when students kept walking out of classes on genetics and boycotting visiting lecturers whose points of view did not coincide with their ideology, he invited them to his study for discussion and for viewing a video of the actual facts. Half a dozen youngsters in their uniform of jeans and T-shirts filed in, sat down, kept silent while he reasoned with them, kept their eyes down while he ran the video and then, as one person, marched out. A demonstration — they might very well have been shocked to hear — which was a mirror of Communist behavior, an acting out, a visual representation of the closed minds of young Communist activists.

Again and again in Britain we see in town councils or in school counselors or headmistresses or headmasters or teachers being hounded by groups and cabals of witch hunters, using the most dirty and often cruel tactics. They claim their victims are racist or in some way reactionary. Again and again an appeal to higher authorities has proved the campaign was unfair.

I am sure that millions of people, the rug of Communism pulled out from under them, are searching frantically, and perhaps not even knowing it, for another dogma.


P.S. - Has anyone read anything by her? I'm intrigued...

P.P.S. - This is Harold Bloom. The guy who shat over her Nobel win.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Oh, C'mon!

The Netherlands have banned mushrooms after a mentally ill girl killed herself while taking them.

Well that just sucks.

It's not like I ever planned on doing mushrooms in the future, but I mean...you want the option right? Wanna do a bunch of illegal drugs? Go to Amsterdam!
So Pretty! And Yummy (except actually disgusting like eating feet.)
...dammit.

Sweet Ass!

He's done it! He's done it! Al Gore has won the Nobel Peace Prize!


....Oh. And the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. (Or UNDSFLKJDY)
This is actually called the Altman Acoustic Panel, but I'm sure it wouldn't mind if we called it UNDSFLKJDY.

So yes. I actually quite thrilled that Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize. In the very likely chance that the situation is as dire as we all think it is, I don't think there will be a more monumental contribution made to humanity. Of course, Al Gore's success exists only in negative counterfactual...so if things go well and we successfully ward off climactic pandemonium, half the world will bitch that Global Warming was a hoax. And if things go badly, then well...environmentalists were right (shrug) Now grab your shotgun so we can find off the browns who lost their homes and crops to the simultaneous flooddroughtmonphoon.

Anyhow, I'm not sure how much of an impact this will make on anything. I am expecting some sort of outcry from the conservative ranks about how disreputable the Nobel Prize is, and how the Nobel Prize doesn't understand science. And how the Republican Party does. Not the Nobel Committee. That's going to be great.

Just purely for effect...I surfed over to Fox News Webpage to see what they had to say...and Oh My God....THIS is someone's primary news source?!

The Red boxes all indicate the same "WTF" feeling I get when I look at CNN. The Lime green boxes intrigue me. They aren't being outright Rush Limbaughey with their politics, but they're definitely trying to sow division...and their attack on the Democrats is much more subtle than I would imagined given the ham-anded antics of Bill-bo Douchebaggins O'Reilly and Sean "I'm so awful I don't have a nickname" Hannity. Anyway. Peace.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Passing the Time.

Your mother is a whore.


Discuss.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Of course I'm going to mention it...

For anyone who has been reading this collection of verbal diarrhea and malformed opinions I call my blog, you know that I am constantly bitching about guns in this country and the idiocy of American gun laws.

Just to be sure I don't pass up on an easy opportunity to continue bitching about the pro-gun jackass lobby, 14-year old high school kid was apparently able to just get upset and walk into school with a gun in each hand and shoot up the school.

Anyone want to take bets against me for how long it will be for the next act of random, preventable gun violence by a civilian? I'll give you 2 to 1 odds that it will happen within 30 days, and if it's a kid, I get 2 to 1. Anyone? Small bets welcome. Even betting in kind (read: beer) is perfectly acceptable.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Jesus Ruvs You

I know (proudly) that I am one of the most racist anti-Asian person many of you know. And as much as my blanket intolerance for Asians is a joke, there's a kernel of uneasiness I have always had with the Asian-American community. I have always thought that it stemmed from having a divergent world view or different attitudes about how to approach life, relationships, and work. I admit freely that my values have always been far more "white" than Asian, even though, as you all know, you've also probably never met anyone as anti-White as me. (And that's totally not a joke.)

Anyhow, that's not really what this post is about. This post is about a trend that I have noticed a lot over the past 8 years, but did not realize was nearly as widespread and pervasive as it truly is. What's the trend? ...Asian Evangelical Christians.

Times have changed. The Reverend Peter Gomes, Minister of Harvard’s Memorial Church, says, “There are probably more evangelicals [on Harvard’s campus today] than at any time since the seventeenth century.” The Ivy League’s desire for diversity opened new doors for religious students. Evangelical groups today sponsor campus-wide forums, Bible studies, and debates about the relevance of faith to everything from science to international affairs.

In part, this can be attributed to the growing number of Asian-American students. On many Ivy League campuses, they have come to dominate evangelical groups. At Yale, 90 percent of the Campus Crusade for Christ members are Asian American; in the 1980s, the same chapter was 100 percent white. In fact, the growing presence of Asian-Americans on elite campuses may be the single largest demographic factor in evangelicalism’s ascent at places like Yale and Harvard.

Now THAT is very interesting. Aside from the fact that Asians dominate admissions to top-tier schools (I play the Asians-are-good-card when it suits me), I now have an entirely different and legitimate reason to shun the vast majority Asians: the whole Jesus Thing. This also gives me especially good reason to be anti-Korean (a sentiment which I've always vocalized somewhat arbitrarily)... because they seem to be the most fanatically evangelical Christians.
Strictly speaking, this is not relevant. But a new theory denying the Jew Jesus and the Black Jesus has emerged...
A new twist on an old favorite!

Has anyone else noticed this trend? I had always assumed it had something to do with seeking white acceptance (with White Christians no less, the most accepting tolerant people except for radical Islamists), but with such high numbers and such a strong trend, it seems like it has to be more than that. Personally I've always felt that Jesus has been a fairly hostile force in my life...with the exception of my near-marriage into a Pastor's family (which is of course, another story entirely). Jesus just didn't seem like he wanted anything to do with us slants.

I feel like I have much more to say about this but I don't feel like engaging in any more mental masturbation on the topic while I sit in my library.



Monday, October 08, 2007

Pensive.

About what, you might ask? What could possibly make Jay, stupid mama-joke laugh at "that's what she said" Jay, pensive?

Well, not much to be honest. Basically, while I was perusing the New Yorker, the Paris Review, and the London Review of Books this evening after my long work session in the Hahvahd library, I came across this clip of Britney Spears. Somehow. In between black and white comics.

Anyhow, I watched this clip in between sips of a 1990 Bordeaux that was simply transcendant. Orchestral even...a symphony of delicate flavors. A cello of black currant complimented nicely by the brassy trumpety mouthfeel with just the slightest flute of lavender. Divine.
(By this I mean I came home, opened a bag of Rold Gold Sourdought pretzels, cracked a Mich Light, and surfed over to the Superficial.)

Anyway, I do find this video very disturbing. I mean, I don't really know what Britney Spears is doing in this parking lot or how unannounced it is, or how all the cameramen knew where to be...but it is absolutely insane how there's just this cloud of photographers swarming around you in dense packs just eager to exploit your flaws, expose your bad side, and generally invade your privacy. Now I'm not saying that the paparazzi should lay off, or that celebrities deserve their privacy...(because honestly, you're an star because you like attention)...but it is very unsettling to actually see what it's like for them everyday.

Two other notes:
1) When crazy lady comes to yell at Britney, I do like how the photographers come to her defense.
2) It's worth watching just to see the camera guy fall.


Sunday, October 07, 2007

I totally forgot...

I was going through my old pictures, and I went into my video files and found my motherload of India pictures...and I just totally forgot what it was like...This is one of my favorite videos of all time. I love this girl. AJ met her. She does too.

(There's sound...and it's probably the best part aside from my retard-laughter.)



All the yelling she's doing? She's calling for the head nurse, Bilji Benny...whom she calls "Benny Sir." She calls me "Jay Uncle" in case you're wondering why on earth she refers to me with 3 syllables. It's also not clear why her first instinct is to run. But run she does.

P.S. - Awesome. I can upload videos straight into my blog. Time for Robot Porn!

Another day of Random Shit.

1) Hum's song "Stars" is now the theme song of a lame Cadillac commercial. In case you don't know the song Stars, and you wish you did, here is the video (which I have never seen for the past 13 years since I fell in love with the song...a song which we still cover to this day...Beach House Whoop whoop!):

The Video is exceptionally lame apparently.

2) This is very very old news...but I finally watched the John Edwards hairstyling video. The music isn't particularly funny, it actually just sorta detracts from the spectacle it is. But, seriously, what the fuck? I'm totally sympathetic with looking perfect before going before the nation and asking to be president, but....the swoopy brushing and compact mirror squinching is a little unsettling...


And that's Saturday!

Friday, October 05, 2007

Modern Marvels: Balls

More than anything else, I just wanted to type the title of tonight's episode into the subject heading. (Harvard Law School has helped me mature. To appreciate the depth and subtlety this universe has to offer. Balls.)

Anyhow, the episode was awesome. So Boo-yah. (No seriously. Watch it.)

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Wow...Dude...Wow.

...was the response of two car wash jockeys the second I pulled into the car wash. The reason is because my car has been parked under a tree for the last 2 weeks, and 10,000 birds channeled the soul of Jackson Pollack into their own Autumn Rhythm on my car. I always wondered where Pollack got his title for the piece (other than alcohol), but now I know.

And just to deepen your appreciate for the day, I'm posting two things: 1) CNN's mastery once again, and 2) the joy of friends who look like other people. Enjoy. Happy Thursday!

Edit: I forgot! The reason I got my car washed is because my brother is taking my car away forever! To that end, I got my motorcycle permit at the DMV this afternoon. Whoop whoop!



Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Super Apologetic for this Question.

But I'm actually very curious, and I'm not really sure where to look up the answer. This is a very specialized, very random question to ask...but I just want to take a shot:

Does anyone know why the ratings agencies like Moody's and S&P gave subprime mortgage bonds such bulletproof ratings? It seems like the crux of this whole massive meltdown is the fact that investment banks, hedge funds, and whoever else believed that the subprime mortgage bonds were high-yield with low-risk. In other words, easy money. So let me rephrase the question in two parts:

1) What made sophisticated financial investors believe that a free lunch was even possible with high-yield mortgage bonds? What was the reasoning that ran through their heads?
2) Why did the rating agencies believe that? What was the logic?

I guess it's the same question...but from my remedial understanding of the problem, I simply don't get it. Does it have to do with the strength of the housing market? Have mortgage loans historically been very safe, and thus had very low rates of default? Were they not aware that the banks were giving subprime mortgages without proper risk assessments, and assuming that the mortgages were approximately equivalent to the mortgages of the past?

I honestly think that this topic is intensely fascinating and I'm utterly thrilled that I happen to have finally understood these issues just as our markets are melting down into goo. (except for the fact that my first job will be taking place in a pool of market goo...i guess...)

Seriously though, it's random, but does anyone know?

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Super Pissed.

I was excited to find that our problem set in secured transactions only had 4 problems today.

...Except Problem 2 has five separate subquestions with references to 23 separate statutes.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, October 01, 2007

I'm an American, Bitch!

I tried to take a part of the new citizenship test for the US, which is supposed to be too hard.

100% Bitches!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Taser This: Fuck Bush.

So, if you have been horrendously bored in class, you have probably ignored a little headline regarding a Colorado student newspaper that printed a column with the title above. As could be expected the Young Republicans are trying to get him to resign, businesses have withdrawn their advertising, and even CNN is reporting on this fast breaking calamity. Just a few points.

1) That doesn't make any sense. "Taser this: Fuck Bush?" What? That's idiotic. (Unless of course he was trying to get tasered, at which point he could proclaim that he shouldn't have been tasered because that is in violation of his First Amendment rights. That or he was just trying to say something provocative that he is entitled to say under the First Amendment...just cuz.)

2) I wish people would stop invoking the Freedom of Speech. Seriously. This is probably something very obvious to everybody, but I just want to make sure: The freedom of speech applies to the government. The government cannot pass laws or take action abridging your right to speech. If you say something that's really fucking stupid, I can choose not to go to your business. I can put up billboards against you. I can tell every person in the world about the douchey thing you said. The media can shun you. The populace can shun you. And they absolutely should.

When the Managing Director of the company that produces Cristal says he wishes black people wouldn't drink it...then of COURSE Jay-Z is supposed to say fuck you and bring the house down. When Don Imus talks about the "nappy headed hos", there's no problem dragging him through the streets (figuratively) and utterly destroying his career. In fact, the aftermath of both events was quite amusing.

Free speech does not make you unaccountable for making douche-bag comments. It's just (supposed) to keep you from being Tasered by your government for saying it.
(Note: I've never taken First Amendment...so if anyone wants to weigh in on how what I'm saying is incorrect, feel free. I'm just sick of hearing the oft-repeated refrain implying that people are not accountable for what they say because of the First Amendment.)

(I appear to be posting a lot more now...I'll only say that there hasn't been a single post this semester where my textbook wasn't open in front of me next to an uncapped and ready-to-roll highlighter.)

Ahmadinejad.

I have to admit...the stupid bastard is very charismatic. I do find a lot of the things he says, and the actions his government takes to be disgusting, but I don't actually hate him. Of course, I don't really care about him all that much either. I think a lot of my indifference to him is that most reliable sources indicate that he actually doesn't have all that much power. He runs the civil government of Iran, but Ayatollah Ali Khamenei still holds absolute power...and can basically slap ol' Mahmoo-cow out of office and out of power whenever he feels like it. For fuck's sake, his title is Supreme Leader. (Incidentally, even Khamenei allows stem cell research and cloning, according to Wikipedia, and believes in economic privatization...Go figure.)

The real point of this post is to point out that President of the Islamic Republic of Iran Mahmoud Ahmadinejad....has a blog. No. Seriously.

Here's an eloquent response to his posts...


Edit:
Admittedly the other dude is really tall, but the effect is fantastic.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Just Cuz, bitch.

This is what I've been watching everyday....so I thought I'd share moments of my life with you. Take a moment. Kick back. Relax. Have a beer.








These aren't even the best....just what I could scrape up. Except the slap in the face.

Awful. Simply Disgusting.

For those of you who went to the beach, I know that you share my aversion to catfish. Especially that big one that made that wet glomping sound as it ate someone's spit/fish food. I shudder at the memory.

Just for you, I decided to not do my secured transactions homework, and instead, bring you Disgusting (and terrifying) pictures of Catfish!



And of course, the Catfish who choked on a four square ball. Blech.




Here's a video for good measure. It takes a while...but...JESUS.

(The reality is that it was either this, or incisive and insightful discussion about President Ahmadinejad's visit to the US and Lee Bollinger's vicious tongue lashing to his face. I chose the more significant.)

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Ignore if you don't give a shit about Feist.

So I came across this video of her performance of 1234 on Letterman. I have to say I'm surprisingly shocked at how good her voice actually is, and how crisp, clean, and fantastic this performance was:



Dayum.

(If you still don't know who she is, you probably know this song...although oddly, the music doesn't fully rise to the surface front and center until about 30 or 40 seconds in.)

The Monster's Outta the Cage!

For the three or four of you in the know, it turns out that Matt Christensen lives down the street from me. I've seen him several times walking home the same route I take, and today I'm absolutely certain it's him.

Part of it, of course, is the brief look of apprehension when he saw me walking toward him wearing a "FOCUS" shirt. (Duke has a program called FOCUS.)

Triumph!

In our second Flag Football game of the season, we emerged Triumphant!
Aside from my spectacular touchdown grab (which, of course, was the product of a spectacular endzone pass), and my spectacular 30 yard long-bomb caught on the run resulting in a near touchdown...I only had one disappointment. We didn't do any endzone sumo dance when I scored a touchdown. (Crouch. Left foot stomp. Right foot stomp. Massive chest bump amid yells.)

The picture itself is explanatory. Peace bitches.

Friday, September 21, 2007

If you're smoking, you're still breathing, right?

I’ve noticed that most smokers over a certain age are fat.


They aren’t morbidly obese. They aren’t generally the super-fat, embarrassingly large, I-can’t-believe-they-don’t-love-butter types. They’re the soft ones. A little pudgy with rounded doughy shoulders, a conspicuous absence of muscular architecture, and a hint of jowliness. More than the exhortations of the Truth folks who apparently stage die-ins in front of the building of a major tobacco corporation (as I have learned from several movie previews)…the specter of becoming (more of) a bag of wet cement with cankles is much more effective in cutting down my smoking.

Maybe it’s because when we were younger, smokers still hadn’t stopped growing and reaching their sedentary low adult metabolism…or that people who can’t resist the sublime allure of tobacco also can’t resist the irresistible tractor beams of butter, beer, and watching TV on the couch. (Personal note: Eating a stick of butter with a cigarette in one hand, a hearty brew in the right, and watching The Office on television….awesomeness.) I honestly don't know what it is, but the more fat smokers I see, the more uneasy I get about this lovely habit of mine.


Ahh....the Good ol' Days.

For good measure, just in case this post was boring, here's a picture of a Starfish eating a mussel. Hardcore! (and terrifying and blegch!)

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Don't Tase Me Bro!

Ok...by now you've all seen the kid getting Tased.



My first reaction, of course, was anger. I thought it was unnecessary brutality. I thought it was shitty (and stupid) of the cops to Tase the kid. (I 'm not sure what the whole thing says about Free Speech, but let's just say I find the use of "Free Speech Zones" to cordon off protesters to be a bit more troubling.)...In any case, suffice it to say that I find the whole thing infuriating. So let's get that baseline out of the way...

Now let's move onto what my other reaction is: At almost every slightly controversial or political speech I have attended (at least since I've been in Cambridge), there is always someone like this kid. There is always someone passionately idealistic, dogmatically convinced of their rightness (and righteousness), and an absolute conviction that the data points and dots they've connected in their minds is sacred gospel - that they are truth incarnate. (For some reason they're always...semi-hippies too.)

I discussed my first encounter with this last year when I attended a speech by Pascal Lamy, the Director General of the WTO (who has absolutely no authority by the way. His speech focused primarily on poverty alleviation and changing the international trade paradigm to pay less attention to the free-market approach (the Washington Consensus) and instead turn to a more humanitarian, more practical, and softer Geneva Consensus. As expected, about 8 or 9 young hippie types wearing "NO WTO" bandannas would stand up every 7 minutes or so and start railing against the WTO, until they were bodily dragged from the premises. (Incidentally, from the perspective of someone who has studied international trade, development economics, and issues of development and policy...these people clearly knew very little about the subject apart from the slogans and fearmongering they attempted.)

Another student made an attempt to argue the Global Warming case in front of Justice Scalia during his friendly visit to the university. Besides the fact that impassioned statements such as "How can you look at yourself in the mirror at a face that will be responsible for killing millions of our grandchildren?" don't go over particularly well with Scalia-types, the zealous self-righteousness which infected his diatribe made it completely certain that his words would have no effect whatsoever.

I have nothing against challenging these speakers with honest questions. I don't begrudge them their belief in their causes. I think they may serve a greater purpose in many respects. I also respect their courage.

...That doesn't mean I don't think they're irritating. That they're dogmatic ideologies aren't so completely wrong that I might have to declare myself conservative just to not be associated with them. That they often have nothing useful to say. That there's a remarkable consistency in their unwillingness to listen. Just because I believe in freedom of speech, the power of dissent, and in the accountability of our governments does not mean that I actually give a shit what you say. So sure. Speak. I still think you're a douchebag.
Here's a meaningful contribution in the aftermath.
The bandanna around his neck is for later.


Anyhow, I'm not sure how I got off on that. I just get very irritated whenever someone has to be dragged bodily from one of these speeches. The indignation about their right to speak, which is accompanied by semi-violent resistance just leads me to think that they aren't actually collecting the dots on what it means to have the freedom of speech...much like the moments when you're 5 years old and poke another kid in the back with a stick, to which the kid objects, and your response is "what're you gonna do? It's a free country" thus rendering him speechless.

....Because there are people who stand up during these forums and ask hard questions. Very hard questions. And they do it without the hostility and self-aggrandizement we so often see. And even when they get upset and get into sometimes heated and important discussions with the speaker, never do we see these people dragged out forcibly.

And finally, I'd like to just note that Taser boy is actually an asshole. He stood at a busy intersection with a big sign that said "Harry Dies" while waving the last Harry Potter book around. Who cares if it's true, not true, or whatever. It's fucking annoying. He's a dick.

So I say, let's take back the Tasing from the Kerry speech, rewind the tape...and drive-by Tase the kid as he holds up the sign. Then, truly can it be said that justice is served.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Ding Dong...

...the stupid, ridiculous, revenue-killing, readership-ending, loyalty-crushing BITCH called TimesSelect is DEAD!!!!!!!!

I remember the days when I read the NYTimes columnists on a daily basis. This was back in the day when William Safire was the resident conservative and Nicholas Kristof hadn't yet descended into making me want to smack him all of the time. And Krugman still wrote about economics. (Incidentally, the fact that Kristof i's married to an Asian women, albeit a very impressive Asian woman, doesn't surprise me.)

I actually wonder if I'm going to go back and read the NYTimes columns anymore...I remember feeling uneasy when the service first came on and trying to find the columns any other way...but as time has gone on, I stopped reading them completely, and because I stopped reading them, I even started to slowly turn away from the NYTimes Online. Boy, that sure was the stupidest thing attempted by a group of seemingly smart people.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

I FUCKING HATE SECURED TRANSACTIONS.

My fucking asshole of a professor assigns problem sets everyday. Plus, he's one of the guys who still decides to cold call random students every single day, believing that all students should be prepared everyday. It's just so unnecessary.

Aside from the 20 pages of reading every day, which I can live with, the problems he assigns often include 15-20 sub parts. Furthermore, the problems all refer to statutes we have not seen yet in the materials.

Today's problems? References to 23 different statutes in the supplement, many of which are a page long.

Fuck this guy. With a big rubber dick.

Hooray for Squirrels.

So I found some videos about Squirrels. Ask not where, why, how, or anything of the sort. Merely enjoy.

First, the amazing abilities of squirrels. Crazy. Especially the windmill part.



Then, the labors of a drunken squirrel.


That's all the time wasting for today....on to Secured Transactions and Bankruptcy!

Life can be really tough.

Example:

Just a few minutes ago I took a really big mouthful of coffee which was interrupted pre-swallow by an intense impulse to sneeze.

...Like I said, life can be tough.


More importantly though, I'd like to go right ahead and state my support for the album "The Reminder" by Feist. For those of you at the beach, I continually popped it in while we were sitting in the pool (or getting volleyballs thrown at us in the pool). For those of you who watch TV, it includes the song featured in the new iPod nano video commercial (video below). In either case, I'm a fan...and it's much better than the last album.

Friday, September 14, 2007

No, YOU'RE a Chump!

Stop using stupid facebook applications. Or at the very least stop using them AT me so I can stop clearing out the multiple notifications I'm getting:

Do not bite ME, Chump!
I will not play zombie.
I am not a virtual vampire.
I will not tell you about your uggo-hood in your honesty box.
I will not play with your virtua bunny. That means no petting, no feeding, no dueling. (I trust you've seen this one? Dueling seems promising....)
I do not want to be compared to your other friends.
Please don't send me your movie quiz.
Don't compare me to your other friends.
I'm fairly sure I don't care where you've been. Because if I do, I already know.
...and no, I certainly don't care about your blog. (Ha!)

If you do find a good application. And it's not designed for 3rd graders. By all means give it a shot.

...and....just for good measure

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

My Life (non Clinton version)

So at this very moment I am sitting in my Global Financial Regulation Seminar. The entire class is full of LLMs (for the non law students, that means foreign students getting a masters in law. For the law students, there’s only one Chinese guy. Shock!)

I thought I’d keep it simple: Here’s what I do these days….(I guess this is what a blog is actually supposed to chronicle right?)

1) Executive Editor of the Int’l Law Journal (I just spent 7 hours last night from 7-2am writing emails and selecting staffers). As EE, me and my co-EE are basically in charge of the whole editorial side of the journal. (The journal has a submissions side, a editorial side, online journals, an online blog of current events, yearly symposiums, and various outreach programs. I imagine my position is roughly approximate to EiC for journals that just do publication.) We select the Article leaders, the intermediary editors, and direct the editorial process from selection to book. In short, my time is completely consumed by this. I applied with the hale and hearty belief that I was underqualified, under experienced, and totally not going to get selected. The interview was awful on my part, the worst I’ve ever done. But here I am…slightly overwhelmed but still standing.

2) Taking Federal Courts and the Federal System, a 5 credit class generally understood to be the “hardest class at HLS” (avg. time reading for each class = 6 hours). This class is unreal. Incredibly dense, incredibly arcane, and full of each and every gunner that walks the halls of HLS…(basically everyone in this class intends to clerk for a federal judge…which means they have the grades, the determination, and the ambition to actually acquire one.)

3) Taking Secured Transactions with one of the driest, old, slow-talking professor who assigns problem sets (last night was 20 problems with 15 cross references to statutes in the statute book.) Every day. And continues to cold call like we’re 1Ls. God I hate that.

4) Taking a Global Financial Regulation Seminar which basically involves doing several independent research projects, writing several papers, and producing original research. The course is a year long advanced international finance seminar. (How the fuck did I end up in there?!)

5) Agreeing, ambitiously and stupidly, to work as a research assistant for a bigwig Finance professor at HLS. I will be writing a chapter for his textbook on China’s Financial System. The first piece about the Chinese Banking system will be due in November. The second piece, laying out the Chinese securities system, will be due in March. Exciting? Absolutely. Time? No. (I walked out of his office with his “China Files” as a starting point. The stack of papers is 2 feet tall.

6) Reading Julie/Julia, a lipstick memoir about a secretary in Queens who decides to cook Julia hild’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year. I try to squeeze a few pages of this in everyday just to maintain my sanity. That being said, it’s not that great. Incidentally, she also blogged about her cooking project…which I now will do with my cooking as well, as soon as I get my life back. Or every once in awhile. What shall I cook? One of my friends (my college roommate sophomore year “K”) has decided it is one of her favorite hobbies to bake pies. She just bakes lots and lots of pies. And that’s awesome. I think I’ll just make lots and lots of meat.

7) Phone calls to StL. when the time permits, even if I have to lose a little sleep. (sorry!)

8) Flag football! I’m the tall (and wide) receiver. We got our asses handed to us last year. It’s going to happen again.

9) Working out 3 times a week if I can find the time.

10) Trying to spend some time with people at school so I have some semblance of a life

11) Apparently I find the time to blog?

In spite of all of this, I’m fairly happy. I’m exhausted, sleep-deprived, and can’t believe I’ve only been at it for 5 days….but I’m not unhappy. Maybe I’m just too occupied. Go figure.

Anyhow, that’s all for now. I figured I’d give an actual update about my daily life instead of more garbage about fat people who eat popcorn and play with golf ball retrievers.


By the way, you DID watch the second video right? With Star Wars Kid and the laser shot deflections? So good!!!!!

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Awww...

Random news story from today's Times...

A fondness for microwave buttered popcorn may have led a 53-year-old Colorado man to develop a serious lung condition that until now has been found only in people working in popcorn plants....

[N]othing in the Colorado man’s history suggested that he was breathing in excessive amounts of mold or bird droppings, Dr. Rose said. She has consulted to flavorings manufacturers for years about “popcorn workers’ lung,” and said that something about the man’s tests appeared similar to those of the workers.

“I said to him, ‘This is a very weird question, but bear with me. But are you around a lot of popcorn?’ ” Dr. Rose asked. “His jaw dropped and he said, ‘How could you possibly know that about me? I am Mr. Popcorn. I love popcorn.’ ”

The man told Dr. Rose that he had eaten microwave popcorn at least twice a day for more than 10 years.

“When he broke open the bags, after the steam came out, he would often inhale the fragrance because he liked it so much,” Dr. Rose said.
For some reason that I can't explain, this guy gives me this warm, fuzzy vibe as a human being. That he'd be someone I'd like. I find the fact that would bury his face in a fresh bag of popcorn and inhale because "he liked it so much" to be strangely moving and poignant. Maybe it's because of how much he seems to love something in his life, or the intensity of his pleasure for such a simple thing. In either case, I wanna hug him.

And just in case you weren't aware, here is my old hero, who is yet to be replaced, Popcorn Sniffer or not. I present, Ghyslain Raza (pre-editing, post-awesome).


If you haven't seen examples of what's been done with this raw footage, here's a stellar example of why the internet rules.


This one is also shockingly well done in places:


(I would like to hug him too.)

(And please answer my question about the computer)

Help!

I have to buy a new laptop (again.)

My Toshiba was a disaster.
My IBM turned into a fiasco (although it began with coffee).
Both are functional, but neither is reliable.

The question is this:
Should I get a Mac? Am I going to have any problems using my external hard drives? Or any sort of incompatibility problems with networks? Can I still easily watch all my windows media player stuff? If I want to download a program from a website like download.com or some warez or something, do I need to find specific mac versions, or are they all basically the same now?

Anybody? Everybody? Please?

Saturday, September 08, 2007

AH!!!!!!! (Giant animals are scary.)

I post these pictures for two reasons. The snails I post because in the course of getting my family history from my mother on the 5 day road trip, it turns out her master's thesis involved chopping up Giant African Snails (pictured below) into tiny pieces so they could be centrifuged to reveal a parasitic worm larvae, which were then fed to rats. My mother proceeded to hold ether rags to the faces of the rats, knocked them out, and vivisected them. (This is why, apparently, she prefers working with bridal dresses. No live rat slaughter. Thus, the snails.

This picture, of "Ton Pig", a Chinese freak of nature, simply terrifies me. The reason, I suppose is the eyes.

Luckily, however, the terrifyingly human and pain-laden eyes are probably not expressive of reality, as this is the stuffed and mounted body, with, I hope, artificial eyes.

(This post was brought to you by avoidance of Secured Transactions)

Friday, September 07, 2007

The Past Few Weeks.

The last few weeks have been pretty good, I must say. Of course there have been some pretty bad downsides, like having to end the fun that is summer, returning to Cambridge, returning to Harvard, returning to classes, moving far away once again from AJ and returning to long distance, and getting my asses handed to me in class everyday.

On the other hand, things could be worse.

So we begin with my roadtrip back to Cambridge. My mother decided it would be fun for her to tag along with me and make a 5 day road trip with me back to school (note: the driving would only take 2 days). All in all, it went fairly well. I could tell she was really treasuring the time, mostly because she kept saying "I treasure this time", but I think that small things like that are all she would ever really ask from me, so I am glad to give them. We drove up through to Baltimore to see Hass (my brother), I slept 3 hours on his couch, then we drove up to New York to visit my East Village abode and spent 3 hours cleaning the apartment to be sure to get our security deposit back, then drove up to Boston (I slept 4 hours on the bed), then we spent an entire day touring the city in all its touristy glory (ie. Chinatown and old Boston), and then came home to my apartment to clean (I slept 3 hours on the couch), then spent a whole nother day cleaning the apartment and visiting Harvard Campus, where my mom took it upon herself to buy one Harvard jacket, one harvard Hoodie, three Harvard pens, and one Harvard T-Shirt. This is on top of her pre-existing Harvard Vest and a Harvard collared T-shirt. (She is much happier about Harvard thing than me. But then again, she also bought me an iPod, so all is forgiven.)

And that brings me back to school. Which did not start well. The whole first few days back, I felt like I had been immediately transported back into the shell and personality that I had all of last year. Solitary, purposely ignoring people, basically drifting like a shadow through campus and having as little contact as humanly possible with my surroundings all the while wishing that I had some friends of some sort. I hated seeing common areas filled with talking people, I hated the gatherings by the stairs, I hated watching the people play beach volleyball, those going to happy hours at the student center, those talking about what they did last weekend etc. It truly was miserable last year. The new year didn't seem to start out all that well either. I would be sitting with a group of transfers, and all sorts of other students would stop by and chat with the people at my table, and they would all seem to know each other except for...of course...me. And of course you run through the "Hi, I'm J." "Hi, I'm [Nathaniel/Edith/Rupert/Ivanka]" and then we would return to our mutual state of not knowing each other and never speaking or acknowledging each other again. Ever. Then there was the constant fear of running into people I kinda sorta talked to at the firm, but not really...and wondering if I had to do a stop-and-chat with them (which I wanted to avoid), or if I could just say hi, or if I should just ignore them, at which point we would pass into a state of awkward and artificial mutual nonexistence until we were forced to be together at the firm. And of course, there is the moment where someone else is sitting at your table, you try to introduce yourself, and as it comes out of your mouth, someone manages to inadvertently distract the person so that they don't hear the "Hi, I'm J. by the way" (while everyone else did), and you really can't do it again. So you sit there.

On some days, I suspect i suffer from some sort of mild social anxiety disorder. On other days, I suspect I'm the coolest mother fucker in the world. On most previous days at Harvard, I suffer from a moderate to severe form of social anxiety disorder (verbalized as disdain for Harvard students....which, ok, sure, I do have some of.

The truth is I always felt like Harvard took something away from me. It wasn't the fault of the school or the people necessarily, but I felt like I lost a big piece of my soul here. I lost my will to do good work. I lost my ability to talk to people. I lost my ability to make friends. I lost my willingness to reach out and speak up. I just felt very alone, very isolated, and trapped. The circumstances I was in were so miserable and so new to me that I realized it was quite possible that I had possibly locked myself into some mode that could be the beginning of the rest of my life. That I would be this way forever. That there was no guarantee, and certainly no reason to think that life would get better again, because we dictate a lot of how we feel about our own lives, and my fear, anxiety and all around insecurity kept me from ever breaking the mold...and made me wonder if I would ever summon the courage to fix it.

This summer made me realize that such a state was not permanent. Spending time with AJ in New York, freeing myself from (what I perceive as) the judgmental eyes of Americans in Hong Kong, living in a place where the variety and craziness of people is so diverse and in such a broad range that I could do and be whatever I wanted (NY), and going to the beach with a lot of the people I feel most comfortable with and care about most....all really brought me back to me. At which point I came back to Cambridge and promptly felt myself shutting down, feeling anxious, and feeling awful as I sat silently staring off into the distance while everyone else around me happily socialized. (Of course, I pretend that I'm just feeling tired, or feeling quiet...but it's always the same. I just don't know what to say.)

Now that all sounds really dire, but three days preceding the first have been a drastic improvement. An improvement so drastic and so welcoming, that I think it's fairly safe to say the whole storm has passed, and that "summer Jay" has returned and may have some space to grow in Winter Harvard. (I say Winter Harvard both because it sucks and it's cold, but also because it's REALLY FUCKING COLD.) I actually seem to be quite the social busy bee these days with flag football, drinking on weeknights with friends (every night this week), and generally being in close and frequent contact with a lot of people. It's nice to feel like I actually have friends again, even if for a moment. I never realized how easy it is to end up alone and to feel isolated, but I don't think I will ever again take for granted what it's like to have friends.

Anyhow, next time I will post something about my classes and my journal. (Both of which are going to KILL me.)

Hope that wasn't too boring.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

No Time...but.

I just want to point out that the low in Boston today is exactly 3 degrees higher than it is in....

...Anchorage, Alaska.

Boy do I fucking love this town.

(incidentally, my classes are crazy hard, my penchant for inappropriate social drinking during the week is increasing, I'm way out of my league for my journal position, I'm taking on a research assistant job, I have to write a 3L paper, and I'm totally exhausted after one day of class. Love it.)

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

CNN.

Always startling.


And just in case you didn't see the link in the comments of the last post..Holy Jesus Christ. I feel so bad for her! (just in case she's actually aware enough to realize how stupid that really was.)



In more relevant news, I return to school soon, so the posts will be updated more frequently after that, when my life returns back to nothingness.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Ahhh....

So, as half the readership of this lame little blog already know, the beach trip was absolutely, utterly, unquestionably, fully awesome. (In a spectacular way.) The sun blazed from dawn til dusk each and every single day, the water in the pool was crisp and cool, the ocean was warm, the food was delicious, the alcohol was plentiful, and the company was sublime. Plus, everyone got to witness my utter humiliation in "Butts Up". Could everyone send all the photos to a central repository (read: me) and then I can either post them all here, and everyone can retrieve them from the blog, or I can send them all out. In either case, gimme!

In other news, I've recently been reading/listening to "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer, the wunderkind of American literature. I have to admit that I actually think it really sucks so far. It's not quite purple prose that makes the book irritating, but something more akin to purple concepts. Images and imagery that seem to be completely superfluous that are unnecessarily extravagant or grasping for depth. The child narrator is also irritatingly precocious and I actually would rather smack him in the face rather than sympathize with his plight. I'm only halfway through though, but I figured I'd trumpet my irritation.

I'm also reading "Kitchen Confidential" by Anthony Bourdain. The book is a behind the scenes look at the restaurant culture, namely drug, sex, blood, alcoholism, crime, and a bunch of losers who couldn't hack it in the mainstream. The book also reflects Bourdain's perspective on food, which is what I'm really after. So far, I give it only 3 out of 5 stars. I mention this book, because I'm also looking for more books to read about food. Good books. Books i have read in the past have been Omnivore's Dilemma (awesome), Heat (awesome), Fast Food Nation (too shrill and not actually advancing my interest in food), and now Kitchen Confidential. Anyone? Suggestions?

And Happy Two Year Anniversary AJ! I love you.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Update.

Update:

1) SJewB is probably not coming.
2) Whitford and his girlfriend are coming.
3) Shogun is going to try and come.
4) Drumsets, guitars, guitar amps, microphones, and PAs are likely to be coming as well.

Sweet.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Beach Trip.

Just to give an idea...it appears that the most random, far-scattered, and assorted people in my life will all be converging on this beach house at some point over that week to see my extra 30 pounds of New York law firm summer life flab (no really.)...Just to give you an idea....this is what I'm aware of...

1) Derick and Melissa (Wash U and St. Louis.)
2) Kate G. (Wash U./St. Louis) (possible roommate too)
3) Jon T. (Wash U./St. Louis/NYC)
4) Nik R. and Aarti S. (Greenville/SanFran/Minnesota?)
5) John H. and Sara Beth M.(H?) (Duke/Nashville)
6) Roger S. (Jew.)
7) Mark O. (Greenville/Clemson)
8) Andrew N. (Wash U./St.Louis/NYC)
9) Andrea P. (Wash U./St. Louis)(maybe)
10) Emily N. and Dave N. (Duke/Philly/Georgetown)
11) Me and Ashley.
12) If you're missing from this list, it's your damned fault.

I vouch for you all. Well...most of you. And if you have any social unease, there will be plenty of booze to wipe it away. And a completely, aristocratically private beach. Once again, here are the pictures...

The house fits 20 people...so it appears as if we can squeeze a few more in (since many people are coming for only a little bit...) or we can squeeze a lot more in, if you're in more of a spring break mood. (Relax DA...you and wifey have already been guaranteed the master suite.)

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Asian Cup.

I'm not sure if it was major or minor news, but Iraq recently won the Asian Cup...a prestigious international soccer tournament. I imagine the victory is a tier or two down from the world cup ( I mean, it is Asian), but apparently the celebrations in Iraq were riotously joyful and euphoric.

I must add, of course, the footnote that several car bombs went off when they first made it to the finals, killing 50 people celebrating the joyous occasion....and that "celebratory gunfire" also killed several people, although only in the single digits.

Anyhow, the reason I mention this, besides the sort of small uplifting feeling I have when I think about it...is a picture I came across in the NYTimes. This picture haunts me...because this is the Iraq that I somehow don't think about as much, or I never really see...and it is really just hits me hard because this is where the car bombs land.


But, despite my outlook, she looks thrilled, and she looks like she still has a childhood....so that's good!