One L(ove)

April 21, 2009

At the bookstore

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Clive Cussler

Clive Cussler

After a grueling day of classes, I usually go to the Barnes & Noble near campus to study. Recently, a man who drops by there to read all of the works within Clive Cussler’s oeuvre (he’s on the last fiction book!) has made it a habit to come sit near me at the lounge. You won’t believe how much this guy knows — everything from nuclear submarines, gems, World War II, radios, guns (he’s a proud NRA member), the Civil War, the black hole, pirates, comets, Nikola Tesla, underground communities in subways, leather couches, and how to start a fight at a wedding. He imparts his wisdom to me on such matters when he takes a break from reading Clive Cussler (usually after each chapter). Besides being extremely learned, he is known for his eccentric personality. One day, while we were sitting and talking, he started yelling holy mantras (i.e., profanities) at the top of his lungs, completely out of nowhere — it was as if the Dharmakaya Buddha was speaking through him, making known to everyone of its presence. Last week, Hungry Girl was visiting the bookstore to lecture about eating healthier, which irritated our friend. Reluctant to throw his Clive Cussler book at her (“I can’t throw this at her. I’m nearly done with it. I’m going to write him [Clive Cussler] a letter after I finish reading it. By the way do you have a live hand grenade?”), he picks up the book nearest to him, which was fittingly entitled “Love Your Life” — what a poetic scene. Well, today, this how the conversation went: 

Clive Cussler fan: Hey! I used to be really big, ya know.

Me: Yeah? How did you lose it? Running? Dieting? Exercising? 

Clive Cussler fan: Nope. 

Me: Then how? What’s your secret? Spill it! I need to trim down as well. 

Clive Cussler fan: Well, when you have Type 2 diabetes, your body basically starts eating itself. 

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Currently listening to: Marian Anderson – Bach, Brahms, Schubert

April 19, 2009

Sighs of Relief and Despair

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Ladies and gentlemen, the summer job search has come to an end. I will be interning fulltime with one of the justices at the Appellate Division, First Department in NYC this summer. The courthouse is extremely beautiful, both inside and out. Although the internship is not paid, at least I’ll get a wealth of experience. I’m really looking forward to it and am extremely excited. After work, I could go take the bus up to MoMA to watch the films that are played there. Also, the Strand Bookstore is less than a mile’s walk away. The Bryant Park Summer Film Festival will also be taking place soon. Now I have to find a good music store, preferably with a strong jazz collection. I can’t wait for the summer to start. 

This upcoming week is my last one at my current job. I’m going to really miss some of the people there. 

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I had my oral argument for my Appellate Advocacy class on Thursday. You wouldn’t believe what happened before it. An hour before my argument was scheduled to take place, my car’s tire blew out. Can you believe that? My partner picked me up and we both went to campus to further prepare for our arguments. As we got on campus, we saw four police cars standing outside, along with an ambulance. One of our classmates, from the first round of arguments scheduled for the day (we were the third and last), came up to us and said that one of the girls from round 2 fainted while being questioned by the judges. We were in disbelief. Surely enough, a stretcher with a girl on it was wheeled out of the front door and passed right in front of me. I hope she’s doing well. It’s really stressful. You can’t help but to have deep respect for litigators. 

I’ve realized something. Following this approach towards oral argument will make your responses to judge’s questions efficient and effective: 

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God has made me discover the works of John Cassavetes and Phillip Glass. And I’ve been on my knees ever since. I’m also getting into opera – uh oh. 

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Finals are two weeks away. I’m nearly done with my first year! This means that I have to change the blog’s name. Two L(ane Freeway)? haha…that’s horrible. 

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I hate hipsters.

VI

I promise to update this blog as much as I can during the summer. 

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Currently listening to: LCD Soundsystem – Sound of Silver

Recently watched: Tony Kaye’s Lake of Fire

 

April 12, 2009

Seventy Easter Sundays Ago

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70 Easter Sundays ago, the great contralto Marian Anderson sang on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. 75,000 people were in attendance, including senators and Supreme Court justices. The Roosevelts had arranged the open-air concert after the Daughters of the American Revolution refused to allow Anderson to sing at the Constitution Hall due to the color of her skin. Alex Ross, in his article “Voice of the Century” which appears in the April 13th edition of The New Yorker, quotes Martin Luther King, Jr. (who was ten when Anderson sang on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial) as saying about the event: “She sang as never before, with tears in her eyes. When the words of ‘America’ and ‘Nobody Knows de Trouble I Seen’ rang out over that great gathering, there was a hush on the sea of uplifted faces, black and white, and a new baptism of liberty, equality, and fraternity. That was a touching tribute, but Miss Anderson may not as yet spend the night in any good hotel in America.” 70 Easter Sundays ago marked not only the greatest moment in Anderson’s career, but also marked one of the defining moments in our country’s social history — where a beautiful voice united a crowd of all kinds of color to show the absurdity of racism. 

Currently listening to: Beirut – The Flying Club Cup

Recently watched: John Cassavetes’ Shadows; Albert Lamorisse’s The Red Balloon; Stanley Kubrick’s Full Metal Jacket; Susanne Bier’s After the Wedding; Adrian Lyne’s Jacob’s Ladder; Andrew Wagner’s Starting Out in the Evening; George Sluizer’s The Vanishing; Ken Loach’s The Wind That Shakes the Barley; Robert Bresson’s Au hasard Balthazar; Erik Skjoldbjærg’s Insomnia

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