what the hell does that mean? the phrase gets stuck in my head from time to time, always has since i ever heard of the song. i was listening to the record today and decided i really needed to find out what the deal was. not that finding out took much work, as this sort of minutiae is always a wikipedia search away. i never would have possibly conjectured such an origin, but i am glad just to have an answer. this search combined with a listen to the other traffic album i have in turn led to an inquiry into the history of john barleycorn, a traditional english song with known roots all the way back to the 1400s that traffic did a version of. someone could write a book about that shit, very extensive, varied, and intriguing history as well as being an excellent subject for hermeneutic inquiry with myriad interpretations. back to records for a moment. i was looking for something to put on that i haven't played in a really long time if at all. at some point i somehow acquired a copy of supertramp's breakfast in america album, but have never even played it as far as i can recall. i was missing out; this is a great set of tunes, and of course three hits everyone knows (fuck that crappy rap group for sampling the title track, even if i had the pleasure of playing the original on the box and confusing all the chaches that one time). but the other stuff is really solid too, and the warm vinyl sound meshes with the instrumentation these guys had really really well. tasty keyboards, late 70s f.m. delicacy here. prominent disco bass interpreted for poppy rock works out nicely as well. i hadn't even looked that close at the sleeve before, that cover is really far out. i want to live in that city, even more than i city completely made out of mirrors. i had to laugh just writing about that idea; hadn't considered it in some time. just another million dollar idea from your favorite purveyor of new dip.
today was the day of my first-ever law school exam, and i have good news and bad news. the good news is that exams only happen at the conclusion of a class, and that means one of my classes is done, in this case my monday morning class, which means more sleep and a more gentle transition from the weekend. also good news is that this was a pass/fail exam which no one has ever failed, as it is entirely objective and open-book open-note. needless to say, i feel alright about my performance on this first-ever exam. the bad news is that i will most likely never see another exam like this in law school with the possible exception of business basics for lawyers, another one credit pass/fail i have. this means that i have no idea what real exams will be like or how confident i can be about them. i understand that the library has old exams on file for people to check out, and i have received a couple words of advice strongly suggesting i look into that. unfortunately this experience sounds to me like a good way to freak the shit out of yourself. but it will have to happen, either way. not looking forward to it, but it is unavoidable. gotta get a gauge somehow. i continue my roller coaster of feelings about being in law school. when i hate it though, i don't have anyway of knowing if i hate law school in general, hate my law school, hate the first year of law school, hate certain texts, hate being in school geared toward work, hate having to think about getting a real job, hate being transplanted from nearly everyone i knew and loved or just hate having to do difficult shit at all. not an easy question to answer, but for now i'm at one of those points where i feel alright about what i'm doing, fortunately. when i'm not feeling so positive the whole ordeal seems completely unappealing, unapproachable and insurmountable. i just try and remind myself of how many other people make it through all the time, but that doesn't help with questions about not wanting to be a lawyer and worrying about loan debt.
but enough about all that. the major success of the day on campus was not conquering a watered-down gimme exam, but rather the location of the near-legendary crepe truck i had unsuccessfully searched for on two previous occasions. my buddy swears we walked it once and i insisted that the truck couldn't be the one, but i don't think that could have happened since the whole truck is painted like a french flag. either way, i am most pleased that i am now fully aware of its precise location. most of you are probably already aware, but if not, i would like to inform you that crepes are not just for fruit and dessert and such. no, there is much more to be had in the realm of savory rather than sweet, and damn, is it delicious. the menu thrilled me with its variety and special options, as well as the "french-mex" section, which is pretty much just comprised of the savory-style crepes served in a tortilla rather than the pastry, and i think that just makes them weird improvements over the ubiquitous wrap, but the phrase "french-mex" really pleased me (go ahead and google french-mex; i don't even know what to link). i just went with a fairly basic grilled chicken crepe which comes with some mozzarella, choice of dressing (i went with caeser and felt alright about that) and an odd mix of vegetables, i think onions, broccoli, mushrooms, peppers, spinach and tomatoes. the finished product is friggin huge, i'm still really not hungry. the crepes are bigger than the traditional frying-pan sized ones, when they put the batter down it takes up almost as much space as your average frozen pizza. best of all, any crepe and any beverage is five bucks, so be prepared to hear about it when i find the perfect combination of the wide variety of meats, veggies and sauces; they encourage you to just tell them whatever you want in it despite the 30-odd options on the list. my mouth waters just thinking about the exploratory process and the prospect of crepe-based gyro-type sandwiches. weirdest thing i saw as a special crepe on the menu today was one involving ribs. no bones, obviously. high cuisine it is certainly not, but kick ass lunchtime variety it most definitely is. well i guess it could be high cuisine in the sense that they don't call it high cuisine for nothin'.
so i deleted a post the other day; i don't think anyone ever got to see it, which is for the best. i went off about how ridiculous the name of this place was and how there had to be translation and alphabet rendering issues at work, but then i finally saw that the place was not called warzistan, but rather waziristan. oops. news is bad, but not that bad. even good sometimes. i just read about some guy being saved by a vodka IV drip. the story wasn't as cool as it could have been, but hey, they still did save the guy's life with vodka. in other news, "polish police end nun rebellion". gotta love headlines; that is pretty far from the reality of the situation. that being said, i find it pretty wild that this kind of stuff is still happening. apart from the guitar, the whole thing sounds pretty old school. i just can't believe they took the monk away in handcuffs; the article mentions no allegations of criminal conduct on his part as far as i can tell, with the possible exception of occupying an abbey against the commands of the church or something. even so, they just wanted the people evicted, and they got evicted, and i didn't know you got cuffed when you got evicted. i've known a few people to get evicted, and no handcuffs were involved. then again, they weren't being evicted from an abbey. and say what you want about poland, but those people seem sensible enough to me; the whole thing is just bizarre. if i could dedicate a legal practice to aiding nuns and monks evicted from abbeys and such, i would do it. especially in poland. who has the balls to nominally oppose the pope in legal proceedings? i don't know why exactly, but i dug the natalie dee pope thing from the other day. there seems to be something inherently humorous with the word pope, especially when used as a prefix, i.e. pope-mobile, pope-ball, etc. maybe i just automatically laugh at authority. no, that's not it...
i got a good laugh during my huge block of free time this afternoon created by the cancellation of a class so we could study for our non-exam. regardless of how you feel about sports, i think that anyone with any sense of aesthetics or design could appreciate the absurdity of this compilation of terrible hockey logos. this was shown to me by a classmate who follows every sport imaginable except for basketball. my long hours at the bar back home re-ignited my appreciation for sports. i know most people i know don't give a fuck about sports, and i'm not here to obsess about sports, but i really appreciate them as a lowest common denominator between certain segments of the population and nothing but a complete diversion. i realize a lot more things about sports now that i'm older, most importantly how much betting has an impact on the exhaustive nature of sports coverage. gambling has some sort of classic appeal to it, especially betting on sports. in england you can make all sorts of great proposition bets if you're at an actual football match. imagine that: nationwide gambling and they haven't collapsed as a country. here i thought it was important to make illegal things people had moral oppositions to, go figure. remember like five years ago when texas decided sexual conduct between consenting adults couldn't be criminally punished? yeah, that happened then. so much for my dream of prosecuting someone on counts of treason and sodomy. c'mon, it's funny, you're under arrest! for treason and sodomy!
watch out for that...
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