Out of Time / Flashpoint 2/24/07

I ran out of time to accomplish everything, and falling a bit more behind in Criminal Law. Bernhard Goetz, vigilante? hero? victim reacting? or racist bastard?

anyhow, is outlining pointless, 'cos once you get behind, it just damn impossible to get done.
I'm sick of soup and sandwiches, and even gourmet TV dinners don't cut it no more.

Need some Harolds' (no I don't that shit is bad for me)

Flashpoint: 2/24/07

what the fuck am I doin' ordering Dave Hollister CDs on the internet? I never really liked his material, I mean good voice, bad song writing. But I think I worn out "R." and I need something "citified" or "urban" for me to listen to. I think I just have to keep myself being myself, i.e. I can't forget about what makes me.....me....damn it. And since being in here, I can't listen to any white music, I mean I love Franz Ferdinand, Blur, Wilco and all, but I can't listen to it, and I can't listen to anything white college kids like....see NO Jurassic 5 (my homeboy from ATL calls it "barbershop hip-hop") and no Gnarls Barkley. And I left my Mellencamp CDs at home. I think I miss urbanity whether its Chicago or Tokyo, see the playlist. I'm not letting this whole process overwhelm or stress me, and part of it is to retain my essence and music is part of it. Real soul music from Northern soul, underground pretensious shit, and shit only Black people, Jimmy,and Japanese soul heads listen to.

Talk about things, Asian, yes, we have to do ethnic food, as me and my lunch buddy found the best Korean place outside of Yokohama, not that I ever kicked it in Yokohama, just heard there was a lot of Koreans there. I need that ethnic-Asian food day, its like a comfort food for me. It is not necessary good for me, but it keeps me sane. In my old city, I used to go to this Chinese spot on Broadway for lunch everytime I was feeling down or lost. The hot and sour soup, and General Tso's Chicken that could feed 1/2 the North Korean army always hits the spot.

Thanks to me for helping me find me this semester.

Was supposed to be a good day

Today was supposed to be a good day. I resolve my memo a bit with a meeting with my writing Prof. I conversed with a professor about music, traveling, and "the scene" in the Chi (talked about the Hothouse and some shows there). She actually knew what I was talking about when I mentioned Bad Boy Bill and Marshall Jefferson (not that I was surprised considering where she was from). And she mentioned EBTG (thought they came to a nearby venue, but it was BNH, I told her, I would have dropped everything, class, studying to go see EBTG and hangout with Tracey and Ben), and she agreed that Walking Wounded is one of the best albums post 1990. We got on the subject discussing Gnarls Barkley, which she admits made some awful material. No one at the school, can relate on that level. I was like we're cool now, right, after she mentioned EBTG, one of my favorites of all time.

so, my day was going ok, Con Law got cancelled. Then, when I came home, something about 7 years ago from another state came home to bite my ass. It took the wind out of my sails, and wasted about an hour of my time. Still made headway on Con Law outline, though not much else. I hate this shit, there is never enough time for anything. Law school, I can't stand it.

But a few Mike Tyson sound bites re-brightened up my day. "I'm maybe very bizzare sometimes, but I'm very rational." Classic

Work: "More" or less

I hate my memo, and I cannot narrow it down any more. Luckily, I'm going to meet with my professor tomorrow. I hate this shit. And I did not spend enough time outlining this weekend. I started my Con Law outline, but then after I had my soup and sandwich, instead of doing about 40 minutes of "more" work; I decided to watch the end of Santa Clara vs. St. Mary, like it was '93 and a Canadian guy named Nash was playing.

Then I watched some low lights of Showtime at the Apollo. I used to think it was funny as hell, when the people were getting booed of the stage. Now, I feel sorry for the people who got booed. I mean who the fuck do the audience think they are, half of them (including the Puerto Rickans, white and Asian Tourists in the crowd) don't even got the balls or the know how to get a Master's degree from Walden University or DeVry, let alone go on stage. I also know how it feels to fail so miserably, and be at the lowest of the low, where you want to listen to Portishead, and slit your wrists. Shit ain't funny, but like Dave Chappelle said, sometimes, when you bomb (or fail), you then know that it wasn't that bad, failing doesn't mean it is the end of the world.

I'm sick of this academic hoop jumping, and I ain't even stressing over my daily readings like I was last semester. I'm having some ice cream and going to bed after this.

And I'm yearning for early to mid 1990s music lately, I feel older. Like when I saw my classmate, J, literary aged right in front of my eyes, and my boy, C, who I sit next to in two classes got gray hair all of a sudden this year. I swear Law School will do that to you.

Less chill and a bit more work this week, and I will feel better when the memo is cut down, and Wed. when one assignment will be knocked out.

Time out of the day/heartburn

I can't decide whether today was productive or not yet. My memo assignment is starting to take on a life of its own, and my friend's complaint (he always say, I've already spend x amount of hours on it already......blah, blah, blah, but point made) rang in my ear. I spend a lot of time trimming it down, but it is still too long, is it time well spend? well, I still have a few more hours to work on it, and it is not even half way there. I hate this shit. No, really I really hate this shit. If you follow the paradigm, there is no question that your memo will go over the limit. What the fuck am I suppose to do?

I finished the draft on the other paper for good, now its the revising/editing phase. I didn't like the theme of this paper that much. Oh, substantive/doctrinal course, yeah, I have those too. (shaking my head) It is not possible to do all of this at once, but hell, we knew that already. I reset the structure to my Con Law outline, and then with my heartburn decided to call it a night.

I don't know what caused this. Was it the late effects of a greasy ass egg roll (the wrapping wasn't even like a Vietnamese eggroll, I mean you can fool these white folks in this outpost, but you can't fool me, hell, I used to live......) or was it mall food I shouldn't have eaten. Or was it that hot come of cream of broccoli, which sounded like a good idea at the time. Even more so than law school, you can't fuck with brocolli or Albert Brocolli. With the help of heartburn, I closed my books, and decided to come down to listen to some TTD, EBTG, and Rahsaan.

Funny, how I always return to the same CDs, even if I have about 500 in my collection, and if I could just have Walking Wounded and Love in Stereo with me and nothing else, I would almost be satisfied. Now if I can just sleep.

the time move on anyway, two weeks to break.