with ectoplasm, is how. duh.
greetings from the university of akron mcdowell school of law, where the men are frat boys and the women aren't. where the professors distill their own brand of the Crazy and everybody loves it. where the temperature is just like goldylocks (goldielocks?) (holy shit, how the hell do you even spell that?): too hot or too cold, and never, ever just right, but the bears come and eat you anyway.
my criminal process professor has just informed us that she has reserved a room at a swanky bar downtown for our last class. she is paying 1/3 of whatever tab we run up, no matter what. she? is incredibly generous. also? she's wearing a scarf that has a serengeti scene on it. "see the giraffes?!" she asks. "yes, " i say. "and they're lovely."
they really are.
a friend of mine is running for vice-president of the law school's branch of "SBA" which means "student bar association," which really means, after a few beers, "shitbrick assholes" or sometimes "shiteating bastard assrags," depending on the drink specials.
hey, i never said i was nice.
my friend will do an awesome job, because she is neither a shitbrick asshole nor a shiteating bastard assrag. she is a wonderful person and loyal friend who will be, in most cases, an extremely efficient and fiercely competitive attorney. i for one am quite glad she is pursuing a specialization i will have nothing to do with, and will therefore never have to face her in court.
i've been thinking about this prosecution racket and you know what? maybe i don't want to do that. maybe i want to work for child protective services. maybe i want to work for legal aid. or maybe i want to be a gravedigger. remember that period of my life? a friend of mine from college and i were going to do that one summer. "john steinbeck did it," i said. i'm not sure why this is enough, but it is.
the panic is back. but a little less gnawing than before. how do you kill a ghost?
later tonight i'm doing the following: finally walking with ms paschen and going from a hero to a legend. i know very little of you care, but i'm quickly adding substantially to my gaming cred these days and proving that my handle is more than perfect. i know, i know. hold the applause. if only you could type and clap at the same time.
here's my current apartment problem: in my naive zeal to live a minimalist existence as much as possible, it has been necessary to make certain cuts. one of these cuts has become a frustrating obstacle: i have no microwave. when i have leftovers, what do i do? i don't want to be wasteful, either, in addition to being minimalist, which is (i hope!) an honest effort on my part to live simply rather than taking the ideal to the extreme. suggestions?
in other news: i love my new shoes. my new kicks. the bright light blue stripe across the sides is looking better and better, and so are my feet. i miss the black ones--the various flecks and drips of paint, the worn places on the sole (The Worn Places on the Soul: A Personal Journey, by Catherine M. Loya) of each shoe, the ripped lining of the insides, the faded and newly-tied-last-in-march-2004 shoelaces--but it was time to retire them. now they hang out with the airwalks that got caught in the rain while i napped on the porch.
what do you say to someone who tells you life is bullshit and has no meaning?
three forty-two. it's time for the crossword.
posted by shorttallnotatall @ 3:09 PM
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i feel a microwave is a wise and useful purchase.
My microwave was under $40 at Target, and it has only a nice little dial with a simple ding, rather than all of the buttons shmuttons and beeps shmeeps. That was a helpful compromise for me. But that was a couple years ago. I kind of like the idea of having to re-heat everything on the stove/oven. But I've never actually had to do it.
I say no need for a stinkin' microwave... you've got an oven right? Just heat it up to 350 and stick the stuff in.... or put in in a frying pan on the stove... and if you are really desperate, ask around. I got a microwave for free from a friend of a friend. Or thrift style... because buying new is not the way to go!
Can you say F-you to someone who says that life is bullshit and has no meaning.... maybe not... maybe you can say something cliche like family or love or friends....but that doesn't really work.
The day we got a microwave at the farm in Scotland was a happy day indeed. We cooked everything in it--eggs, steak, anything that wouldn't explode or catch fire. But, after about a month, we forgot it existed because we were so used to not having one. We pretty much just used the top of it as extra counter space. Go figure. Also, tell meaningless dude that they are correct in one sense (see Ecclesiastes) and incorrect in another (see John). Then wink at them, give them a big hug and shout "It's a paradox!" Finally, I'm skipping class now. That is not a paradox. But it is my first skipped class this quarter. I almost made it a full two weeks! Please send your congratulations and praises to Seattle via first class mail.
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