Tonight I went to a street festival called Taste of Chicago in which 60 local restaurants set up booths and feed 3,000,000 (!) Chicagoans over the course of a week-and-a-half.
I hereby offer you a comprehensive list of everything I ate:
-Corn on the Cob (with vinegar and salt…think I put too much salt on…)
-Sweet Potato Pie (tasted suspiciously like pumpkin pie)
-Plantain in Peanut Sauce (as good as it sounds)
-Goat (like beef, but tougher)
-Fly (not on purpose; flew in my mouth)
-Shrimp Sandwich (well, I was told there was shrimp on there)
-Tomato Soup (it was cold, which was fine, only I was expecting hot soup, so the first bite jarred me)
-“Sweet & Mild” Chicken Wings (“Sweet, Mild, & Bland would be more accurate)
-Watermelon Slice (pretty standard; hard to mess that one up)
-Baklava (equally difficult to mess up)
So how many calories do you think I consumed?
Every weekend a group of twenty people stand outside the Art Institute and protest the war and George Bush. One of them always wears a rubber George Bush mask and holds up this sign that says “HONK TO IMPEACH.” And as the cars, busses, and taxicabs drive by, many of them do honk.
One of these days I’m going to go up to this guy and go, “You know, the impeachment process is actually more complicated than that.”
…first you got to get the House to pass an Articles of Impeachment by a majority vote. THEN you have to get the Senate to hold a trial in which two thirds of the governing body votes to impeach.
The point is, honking won’t do the trick.
After three years, I’m moving out of my awesome apartment. Probably. The rent is just too high. Management keeps raising the price higher and higher. They’ve raised it $340/month in the past three years. And I’m sorry but that’s just crazy. I asked the manager whether she’d be negotiable on rent, given that I’ve been such a good tenant these past three years, and she politely said no, citing the poor economy. Then, last week, she told me that she as going to be showing somebody my apartment today at 1:30. Now look, I’m not saying I purposely messed up my apartment to make it less attractive to the potential renter to thereby increase my bargaining position with management…but let’s just say I haven’t tidied up these past few days.
It's done. Law school is done. Away from the bookstores and libraries, and off to the bars and clubs for me. Time to reconnect with old friends and maybe make some new ones…because law school is done.
Kinda. See, I just took my last test. (It went okay; I'm thinking B or B-). And I'm already starting to get my grades in. Got an A in Negotiations. It was originally a B, but I argued my way up to an A.
…kidding…that would have been cool, though…
So now I'm done…except for this one paper. It's a one-credit, un-graded paper, and it has no official due date, but it needs to be done and it needs to be good. (I really like the professor I'm writing it for and don't want to let him down).
The topic is there; the motivation isn't. Any words of encouragement?
I ran into my friend Tom on the train and asked/told him to write a blog entry for me. Here’s what he came up with:
“So I got on the train heading home from Chicago to Ann Arbor and bumped into my old friend Rick. Rick and I both go to professional schools – Rick, obviously, is in law school, and I’m a soon-to-be third year medical student. Different paths, to be sure, but I feel we’re both pursuing careers that suit our personalities.”
(Editor’s note: What does Tom mean by this? That he wants to help people and I want to fight with them, right? That’s how I read it, at least.)
“In any case, running into Rick on the train was fortunate, as I had assumed my trip would be a boring late-night return, and instead it turned out to be a grand adventure full of reminiscence, controversy, mystery, intrigue, and even a little hostility.”
(Editor’s note: You gotta love how Tom classifies what happened on the train but doesn’t actually describe any of it.)