Friday, May 30, 2008
is filled like a rooftop water tower on stilts!
is as engorged as Ithaca!
is leaking with love like the Holy Ghost!
is taking over my body!
is durable when fileted!
is grapeshot in the sky!
is tattooed on my heart!
is a four-minute mile!
is a palm frond! a tiny dancer! a bus!
is a hundred hot air balloons filled with hearts!
is a happy black and white dog slipping on grass!
hangs in my throat!
spins in my wheels!
walks on my feet!
is yours! is yours! is yours!
I am at the moment alternating between manic states and have found a high one during which to blog. I feel like a waterfall of love. I feel like I should distribute ponchos for the mist. Maybe it's the smell of wet chaparral at the turn from Stanford Avenue onto Escondido Road, or the long days of light, or a feeling of terror plus disbelief, or a great unfulfilled promise, or Molly Malone in my ears. I don't know. I'm an optimist. There is so much love in the atmosphere - up, in the air! It's like a mimosa tree and we are giraffes and all we have to do is lift our ten-foot long necks up and eat the twigs and we'll have it! I know I sound like I'm on drugs but this is how I feel.
Also, no more blogging ever again about anything of substance. (Like that was ever a threat?) I want you all to know that this is who I would prefer to be, devoid of politics, ambition, and opinions, that I am primarily interested in stories and feelings, and that all of the Myers-Briggs type indicator tests I have taken have been wrong and I am, in the end, not a monster but an ENFP. Good night!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
You can procrastinate by watching this thrilling music video:
I am learning to sing "Lili Marlene" in German instead of writing the last two memos that stand between me and a J.D. It is a Nazi song, or just a song appropriated by the Nazis? Leni Riefenstahl or the Baron Von Munchhausen? I am also learning some Irish folk songs.
Friday, May 02, 2008
I am awesome at law school.
P.S. The answers for the takehome are (1) A; (2) B; and (3) C. Shhh!
Thursday, May 01, 2008
The 2002 Telephone Pictionary game that started it all. The last line is the work of the beautiful mind of T. Mok, whom I've known since she threw her SAT vocab cards (and later a box of tampons) at me in Yasuda Sensei's seventh grade Japanese class.
A 2002 letter from my dad, which he left on top of my desk one day. If you can't read it, it says: "Mandy: Forgive again: I have to remind you that don't never try to take a picture with Xerox machine. It has UV - (ultraviolet) light built in. If you watch close by you will temporary loose your vision. But if you stare it while it whipes through, as close as in inches, you will loose your vision permanently. love DAD." This letter is even awesomer because nothing I was doing that day, or in previous days, suggested I had even contemplated staring at a Xerox while it wiped.
Still haven't read any Art Law!