First: i see three whole days of rain this week on my weather widget. Three glorious days of rain, and even some cloudy skies and under-85 temperatures. Hurrah for charlemagne.
Second: I finally made it to the LACMA today, after having an exceedingly charming breakfast in a french cafe with a friend. For some reason, amidst wandering around the packed museum, watching the actors and Industry (did i really just capitalize that word? Seems I did) folk sip on overpriced cappucinos, and scrounging for parking in Miracle Mile, LA felt like home today. Maybe not 100% home, maybe not second-nature, knowing-all-the-back-ways home, or even warm-and-fuzzy home. But, it feels a lot friendlier and worn-in than it did when I woke up this morning, or than it ever has so far in the nine months since I’ve moved here. It feels like a big weight (or at least *most* of a big weight) has disappeared from my shoulders. Something about moving mostly-cold to a new city made me feel a little panicked, like I had to be on full attention at all times lest I not learn every nuance of this place as soon as possible. It’s not that I’ve finally mastered LA—she’s certainly not so easily had—but instead, that a mixture of a modicum of mastery and a realization that I’ll never know this place like I knew San Diego— and more importantly, that I don’t have to—leaves me with a feeling like discovering that the final exam I thought was scheduled for tomorrow morning has been postponed indefinitely. I don’t have to cram this giant place in my head by 8 am—I’ve got as long as I need, and I can take time to enjoy the process. LA, you’re not a foe. You’re a slightly-abrasive, not-always-polite, sometimes-skeevy friend.
Downandup/Conficker worm infects 9 million PCs
man. having a mac makes me feel so smug when i see things like this. see the light, pc users! your machines are crap!
this, right here, is just about enough to make me go out and FINALLY buy that bike.
i must admit, i’m also considering scooters. there just *has* to be a better way to get around this city (the Metro system tries its darndest, but getting from my neck of the woods to, say, Santa Monica, is nigh impossible via public transit).
i’m going to go out on a limb and call this the sexiest helmet ever. i’d just wear it around my house and to restaurants and stuff. WANT.
If you have ever seen Ann Coulter speak, you will know how brilliant this is. What a loathsome woman. And what a shame it wasn’t on TV—apparently it’s a web exclusive.
oh man. i like this. a lot.
At the coffee shop near my house, where I do some of my studying, there’s a man who works there that I met the first night I studied there. I probably wouldn’t have met him, if it weren’t for watching him be extremely patient with one particularly awful customer, and just generally very friendly with everyone else. We chatted a bit about what had been holding my attention for the past five hours (civil procedure, of course), and he was just generally very sweet and friendly. It’s nice to connect with someone, when for the most part it’s easy to go through a day without having any personal interactions with strangers.
I don’t know what has gone on in his life over the past few months, but he has become short and patronizing and sometimes, just plain mean. It seems like the people who work in the cafe have a sort of awful boss, which can certainly make an employee cranky. It was such a nice change to see a friendly face where I went to spend all those hours studying—it’s a relief to have someone to talk to when you’ve spent eight hours doing nothing but reading. More than that, it seems awfully sad that someone who seemed so happy and pleasant, has become so bitter and angry in such a short time. How does this happen? How can I keep it from happening to me, no matter how difficult my job might be?
weatherman picks up cat mid-broadcast
now, this man is a true professional. and that cat is a badass.
“ The dissenters were unpersuaded, however. “Negligent recordkeeping errors by law enforcement threaten individual liberty, are susceptible to deterrence by the exclusionary rule, and cannot be remedied effectively through other means,” Justice Ginsburg wrote. ”
Justices Say Evidence Is Valid Despite Police Error - NYTimes.com
I’m with you, RBG. I can see some good qualities to this policy, but on balance, it makes me nervous. Seems to give cops, who have a great deal of latitude to begin with, even *more* latitude in the admission of slightly dodgy evidence. Hm.
http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=pl&u=http://www.yola.stopklatka.pl/&ei=LCFuSeWuI4HwsAP65qWlDA&sa=X&oi=translate&resnum=1&ct=result&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dhttp://www.yola.stopklatka.pl/%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26hs%3Do9o
For no good reason, I’m having a hard time not laughing out loud at this. I’m sure Yola speaks beautiful Polish, but translated by google into english, it is much more awesome.
Have I mentioned that we’re studying a case in Property about a house sale that doesn’t go through because the house is “haunted”?
