child of the city

professor on the toadstool convene your class... things haven't gotten that surreal just yet, but at times they seemed about as cryptic. the good news is this was only before my goodhearted legal research and writing prof photocopied the majority of the book the bookstore STILL doesn't have for me and few others. mostly i'm still trying to convince myself that this is totally doable. and in all honesty i know that must be the case given the host of people who do it every year.
got my first crack at the library today. at first it was really intimidating but once again the stuff from that book made a world of difference. as it turns out, law libraries are fuckin sweet. they have the most logical organization i have ever seen for so much information. the subtleties are few and far between: this huge ass bookcase is taken up by this long series of the same shit which is super navigable with these couple of handy-dandy index volumes. as always the stacks will be another story. i really like that they're referred to almost universally as 'the stacks'. it just sounds industrial, depressing, and odorous, which is precisely the case. oooo, gunshot in the distance. looking forward to that move. i can't say enough about the guy i was going to be renting from, he's been really understanding and helpful. ditto for my sis (and her man). thinking about moving into her neighborhood in university city/west philly, going to try and gauge the commute while i'm holed up at her place. all i know is that i dig her area in many respects on its own and it is reasonably convenient to the host of amazing things center city philly has to offer.
i would like to take an opportunity to send a shout out to the wolf. right now i'm listening to jgb play van morrison's 'and it stoned me'. last time i heard this song with wolf he inquired whether or not this was a traditional song. ik houd van jou wolf. je weet het erg wel. i miss you and gino's. deliver the pie AND the fuckin kidney. good luck haulin' items for the mob, hope those boys can be more copacetic. so i tried spelling that word three times and it rejected all three. so i resorted to another lyrical search for spelling, which yielded one of the ones that didn't work. i figured, of course those fuckin deadheads got it wrong. so i checked the merriam-webster website, and that listed all three i had tried as main and variants. fuck a spell check. should have had more faith in the deadheads. i typed it again just to make sure the spell check didn't mark it. maybe spellcheck is ok after all; it lets 'deadhead' slide and objects to both 'ok' and 'spellcheck' when it's one word. i've discovered that my irrational obsession with linguistic nuances and general wordsmithery (see, i made it up and played it off just like that) will serve me well in law school and what lies beyond. the whole thing is like a giant policy debate topicality argument. dig it.
speaking of what lies beyond, the obligatory student organizations fair was today. it was in a too small a room which was consequently uncomfortably crowded and hot as hell. the interesting thing was the two options for people working the various booths: silent and smiling or smiling and selling. the funny thing was that the demeanor usually comported with the organization. and then there were some that probably didn't feel like wasting their time on me for obvious reasons, i.e. SALSA (south asian law student association... now seriously, what's with the acronym?). i was curious if the beard would prompt any inquiry from the muslim group. not so much. i mostly wondered after stories from fileta (no idea on that spelling, can't think of any published songs with lyrics about him... where's that six time losers archive?) about inquiries into his beard. then again he sort of has that egyptian thing going on. anyway, i got a t-shirt that won't fit unless i go back to the peanut butter sandwich a day diet, a flimsy folder, and a very interesting 'disorientation handbook' from the national lawyers guild. to quote the biggest douche i've met at school so far 'corporate practice is unfulfilling? the iraq war is illegal? these nlg folks sound like a bunch of BLEEDING HEART LIBERALS! does any one want this? because it's going in the trash'. and then he threw it into the trash next to the recycle bin for paper. that kind of says it all. the good news is that this guy sticks out like he never could have at my high school. definitely (HAH! spelled it right!) the exception and not the rule. enough of all that. bedtime...