Q. What do you do when you find out you have about $1,000 less in your bank account than you thought?

A. You go shopping. For hours and hours.

I am currently listening to Smooth Criminal & am realizing that the lyrics and the whole idea behind this song are really very bizarre. But then again look who wrote it.

It's Not About Love

It probably cost $25 to make this video & yet it's one of the most amusing music videos I've ever seen. And the song is delightful.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4&mode=related&search=

I was just going through my phone pics and I found a few more NY pics from New Years. The quality, granted, not so good, but, eh. The ice on the tree, though, is an Ann Arbor picture. Everything- everything was covered in its own sheath of ice, as if nature took the time one night to coat every individual twig, blade of grass- it was enchanting. It lasted for about a week. The pictures don't do it justice. It kinda felt like the world was that ice cave where Superman lived. Maybe. I haven't seen the Superman movies since I was about four, so my memory might be off.
The bridge is the Brooklyn Bridge over which Alan, Peter Fry & I walked, hungover on New Years Day, just to go to Starbucks, where I was so tired and thirsty from the alcohol and walking that all I had was a water. An ethical, fair-trade, ozone- and war-orphan friendly bottle of water. Then we walked back.

Shulamite only posts philosophy and theology now. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I kinda miss the days when he'd post stuff like this. http://thomism.wordpress.com/2004/04/30/who-says-america-isnt-a/

Rockefeller Center Tree. . . I had a lovely New Year's.

back before I was boring

I was looking thru my archives & noticed w/ a little sadness that my posts used to be much better. Now I just link dumb crap. Back in the day I didn't know how to link and I was the better for it. I came across this GOLDEN comment from my post 2 yrs ago announcing that I was reaccepted to TAC. Any guesses who it is?

"I got accepted too again! i'll be a second semester freshman. i told them i really didn't get as much out of that semester as i could have, because i was "too fucked up." they understood. i also told them how excited i was about reading harvey and his account of efficient causality in eggs. they were excited as well. then i told them i did not want to work in the kitchen again because i didn't like lucinda. they told me i have to talk to mr becher about that. before i left i asked if tushla was still in commission and they said they didn't know.


this post is a lie "

My Christmas list is short this year. Just one item.
http://www.victoriassecret.com/fantasybra102006/?rfnbr=3288

It's Lonely Out in Space

Never has smoking a cigarette looked so good.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=NN3MGN899yE

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=1053815657
I'm on a Fiona Apple kick & I really like the first minute of this song. The rest isn't that really worth listening to, but the first minute. . . wow, what an unusual melody. I think I have a crush on her. But I still like boys.

www.engrish.com it's addictive.

It really ties the. . . forget it

My roommate decided we need some art in our apartment since we live like squatters. So I stuck a safety pin in the wall, she added a shoebox lid, and voila. It's actually not crooked. But it is "upside-down." Ha!

Art Institute of Chicago. Cameron-Fry-gets-in-touch-with-his-lost-childhood-painting (aka A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, Georges Seurat)

Anyone ever been to Chicago? Any suggestions for what to see/do?

Ever wonder what kind of cake to get when you're celebrating your upcoming divorce from your rich rock-star husband? Wonder no more.

"America Wants Change"

So say the Dems, happy as a kid in a candy store (and, I suspect, just as eager to leave it barren). Well, America's gonna get some change. God help us. At least we'll have someone else to blame in '08. So, uh, we got that goin for us. Which is nice.

I have decided two very important things. 1. My new pet peeve is when people use the word "funds" instead of "money" when they're talking about their personal finances. 2. "Puppy" is my new favorite word. 3. I want a puppy.

(I was reading a case in which a puppy was returned as being defective b/c of a serious urinary tract infection & I kept giggling to see "puppy" over & over in a court opinion.)

Verba Bona Uxoris Philosophi

http://www.nbc4.tv/video/10238883/detail.html#
Jessica Chastek (James' wife) laid the smackdizzle on Planned Parenthood re: Prop 85. Watch!!!

It's seems that all I'm good at anymore is smoking and pissing off people at the '05 msn group. Oh, and I'm very good at pissing away study time floating around the internet while I should be researching NY statutes and case law addressing implied warranty and particular purpose so I can turn in an 8 page preliminary memo for class on Monday.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=nCOjCpqS1vI
This is a nice song.

All Souls Day

I teared (teered, not tared) up at Mass today. It was in the chapel, maybe 15 people; very intimate and quiet. The priest was an old Italian with a thick accent but a lovely voice that sounds like he's reading Dante whenever he talks. He kept telling us about storing up our treasure in heaven. Over and over, saying that our "law diplomas" won't mean anything in heaven and what are we going to do with all the things we work so hard for here when we die? God wants us to do great things yet we are always playing foolish little games, then he'd echo softly, "foolish little games." It would maybe have sounded trite were it not for the accent or the grandfatherly love in his look, but whatever it was, it was wonderful to hear and I thought about how simple it is and how much I wished everyone on Earth would just take a break from making everything so complicated and hateful just to try out the whole storing up a treasure in heaven thing. And it sounds obvious and unneccessary to even say to adults, but it's not less true for all that. Why do people resist happiness? And don't tell me they don't: I've seen them; they do.