Friday, December 28, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
"Break right..."
"...six at two o'clock, in the air." Just in case you were wondering about the header graphic, it's the face of a radar warning receiver based loosely on my memory of the AN/ALR-46. The "6" is the SA-6, which looks like this when it's about to kill you.
The little circle around the 6 means it has missile guidance, meaning it's about to kill you. The little diamond around the circle lets the poor schmuck listen to the sound of death, which kinda sounds like beep beeep beeeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
The "2" is just a SA-2.
Anyway, I thought the header needed something, but I'm not sure this is it. Kinda esoteric, don'tcha think?
The little circle around the 6 means it has missile guidance, meaning it's about to kill you. The little diamond around the circle lets the poor schmuck listen to the sound of death, which kinda sounds like beep beeep beeeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
The "2" is just a SA-2.
Anyway, I thought the header needed something, but I'm not sure this is it. Kinda esoteric, don'tcha think?
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I'm officially 55.5% evil
But after next semester, I'll be 66.6% evil, and you can't get any more evil than that. ;)
Wow, this whole law school thing doesn't get any easier. You would think after 2.5 years, I would have cracked the code by now, but every semester it's the same. I think I allow myself enough time to study, so much so that I let myself screw around posting blog posts or doing the [shudder] Facebook thing (I did it just to take the Heroes quiz. Really!). Then on the day of the exam, I do some CALI exercises (computer-aided law instruction) and I find out I really don't know what I should know. I invariably spend a full day preparing an outline and tabbing the snot out of it until it looks like it's exploding with technicolor post-its, only to find out that it was too cumbersome to use when scrambling to answer the questions (and yes, even on a four-hour exam, you scramble the whole four hours). At the end of it all, I spend a month running through exam questions in my head, answering them in my sleep (usually with different, better answers than what I gave on the exam), growing ever more impatient and pessimistic. I vow that next semester will be different; that I'll review each week and hone my outline to a finely crafted masterpiece of legal precision, and that come test time, I'll walk out of the exam without an iota of doubt as to my superior performance. These are the fantasies of a law student.
But for now, I'm actually doing pretty good with the post-test regret. Christmas is almost here, the kids are excited, and I am quickly trading the "damn, I shoulda..." for "damn, I'm glad it's over." My shopping is almost done, work is, well, work, and I'm looking forward to reading a book for fun (God and Gold: Britain, America and the Making of the Modern World, by Walter Mead), cleaning out the basement and maybe starting on the build-out of my office. These are the fantasies of a 40-something, married father of two law student on Christmas break.
Wow, this whole law school thing doesn't get any easier. You would think after 2.5 years, I would have cracked the code by now, but every semester it's the same. I think I allow myself enough time to study, so much so that I let myself screw around posting blog posts or doing the [shudder] Facebook thing (I did it just to take the Heroes quiz. Really!). Then on the day of the exam, I do some CALI exercises (computer-aided law instruction) and I find out I really don't know what I should know. I invariably spend a full day preparing an outline and tabbing the snot out of it until it looks like it's exploding with technicolor post-its, only to find out that it was too cumbersome to use when scrambling to answer the questions (and yes, even on a four-hour exam, you scramble the whole four hours). At the end of it all, I spend a month running through exam questions in my head, answering them in my sleep (usually with different, better answers than what I gave on the exam), growing ever more impatient and pessimistic. I vow that next semester will be different; that I'll review each week and hone my outline to a finely crafted masterpiece of legal precision, and that come test time, I'll walk out of the exam without an iota of doubt as to my superior performance. These are the fantasies of a law student.
But for now, I'm actually doing pretty good with the post-test regret. Christmas is almost here, the kids are excited, and I am quickly trading the "damn, I shoulda..." for "damn, I'm glad it's over." My shopping is almost done, work is, well, work, and I'm looking forward to reading a book for fun (God and Gold: Britain, America and the Making of the Modern World, by Walter Mead), cleaning out the basement and maybe starting on the build-out of my office. These are the fantasies of a 40-something, married father of two law student on Christmas break.
Friday, December 7, 2007
You know what I hate?
That long walk from the law school to the parking garage. In December. Right after taking a final. And it's dark. And cold. You're all alone with your thoughts, that is until someone asks you what you got on question such & such. That's when that nagging doubt becomes full-blown regret.
Yeah... I hate that.
Yeah... I hate that.
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