Sunday, October 14, 2007

Lost in Translation

When I went to Norway for ISFiT 2005, I got kind of a head cold on my way home, probably from running around in the snow dressed inadequately. I bought this in the Schipol Airport in Amsterdam to dull the sinuses on the flight home.

I find this lost in translation to be exceedingly funny, though it's probably politically incorrect of me to do so. Still, if this did what it said it did in English, it would explain so much.
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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Apologies

Has is been since Sept 18 since I last posted? That is simply unacceptable, I agree. When you start law school, there's this saying that upper years pass along: in first year they scare you, in second year they kill you and in third year they bore you.

In the killing phase of law school, and it's living up to it's reputation. But it's not law school so much, it's really the fact that I'm hardly in Ottawa, I spend half my time commuting, I've got more than one job and I'm selling my house. I think in first year, you spend so much time trying to figure out law school stuff and then you hit a point where you kind of get it. Getting it gives you delusions of grandeur, which makes you think you can do things like having jobs and selling your house, in addition to law school. I will only know whether that is actually possible in December when I have two major papers and two 100% exams written.

Right now, all I can say is that I hope third year lives up to its reputation. And I rather hope I live to find out.