rule against perpetuities

a word as questionable as "perpetuities" is typically indicative of something bound to be a pain in the ass. suggestions from the prof and the text that this is indeed the case pretty much seals the deal. however, the difficulty was really overstated. yes, it is dense and antiquated, but it is really more of a bullshit hassle than it is impenetrable. the real annoyance is the dozen-odd categories of interests. fee simple subject to open. vested remainder. possibility of reverter. and so on. the only good part about all that is the prof teaches in reference to what he calls the plane of time. makes sense, but he talks about people getting pushed off of the plane of time, and that cracks me up. the notion of snakes on a plane of time really got me going. coming this summer, starring my property prof and samuel l. jackson.
another humorous moment from class: a different prof has recently had occasion to refer to wanton negligence, a specific legal concept. but he pronounces it like wonton. wonton negligence, something we should all do our best to avoid. my friend was walking out of the room for something when he said it, and while she was gone i leaned over and typed "wonton negligence" in her notes. she came back and caused a minor disruption. it was pretty funny. but don't worry, law school still sucks ass and i still hate it. we laugh because it hurts.
over the weekend i finally made it to the famed italian market for the first time. more properly, it should be called the multi-ethnic market; the only italian thing about it was the names of all the butcher shops. saw some pretty crazy shit hanging in those windows, such as a score of whole skinned rabbits. lots of odd fish chunks. suspicious sausages. it was fun to walk around, and they have a lot of things for very cheap. like seriously cheap. we stopped into dibruno bros. because it was there, and damn if i didn't have some of the best cheese ever. one was this estate cheddar where every ingredient was from some big old-school pastoral farm in rural england. the other was a stilton that couldn't be called a stilton because of some law saying a cheese cannot be called stilton if made with raw milk. so it was called stichelton or something, which is supposedly a more accurate historical moniker. in any event, that one was out of this world. it owned my palate for like twenty minutes after a meager bite, so delicious and lingering. pretty damn bold. i didn't pick up anything due to sheer sticker shock. granted, the shit was amazing, but i cannot as yet handle paying for cheese somewhere in the over thirty dollars a pound range. hopefully someday. but damn if it isn't worth every penny.
other recent experiences have featured my preferred dive. i had a notion to make it in there at some point on friday, but at nearly one a.m. i still hadn't made it down there. no matter, we still went and made the most of it, probably more than was necessary. i've never envied anyone whose job it was to get people out of a bar at close, but apparently no one at this bar has that job. no one even asked us to leave. we still had plenty of beer since we got served somewhere near the vicinity of closing. didn't make it out until three or so, but no one seemed put out about it. excellent. last night was my first realization of a special i believed to be apocryphal. the legendary ten dollars for all you can eat wings and all you can drink beer for two hours. bargains galore. made the most of that too, although i almost wish i hadn't. didn't overdo the wings because i didn't get any until i had kicked back a few foamy pints. i couldn't pass up a deal like this. it wouldn't be true to my heritage. all in all, a good time. that bar has been nothing but good to me since i showed up, and i remain appreciative.
shit, have i mentioned i can see again? i have new glasses and they are excellent. to the casual observer, they are not a notable departure from my previous pair. that is alright by me, because i liked those just fine. but there are differences, and i feel these are more structurally sound, and that is certainly a good thing. the first day i had them, i was almost content to do almost nothing but look around and be able to recognize things again. don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, ya know.
i have continued to listen to music i haven't heard or have written off previously, but have switched from the stack of records to stuff on the archive. i won't bore you with all the details, but i was not grossly mistaken about the vast majority of bands i had written off. the one i was the most sure about not liking was the one i actually liked the best. i hadn't heard all that much of their stuff before, but i still think they have one of the dumbest names for a band i have ever heard: perpetual groove. that is almost as bad as improvised freedom. but they're pretty good, leaning to the typical livetronica of most current "jam bands" but with a definite steely dan influence, which adds a nice adjustment. what i've been enjoying the most, though, was an extra download i made of the front guy solo acoustic. i have been doing a lot of that kind of stuff recently, digging on the jeff tweedy solo, trevor from tea leaf, and now this. i don't know if that means i'm getting old or turning into a pansy or what, but i like that stripped down sound sometimes. from metal to solo acoustic in six years.