Whilst I had previously found myself totally at ease about going to law school, in the past day or so I have started to develop some very strong apprehensions. Quite frankly, I'm flat out terrified right now. I am aware that my fear is simply a fear of the unknown but that provides me little solace and I am left plodding forward and hoping it turns out to not be that bad. There are really three matters that contribute to my fear: grading, participation and homework. Grading is done in a manner that I am unaccustomed to, namely there's a final and nothing else; my entire grade for each class will be determined by a single test that I take in three and a half months. Although participation essentially doesn't contribute to my grades, I am not looking forward to the Socratic method of calling out and grilling students; that said, it may turn out not to be as bad as I currently think. As for homework, class has not yet begun and I already have about forty pages of reading with some writing assignments due for each of my classes and if I'm getting this much before class begins, I'm a little concerned about how much work I will have later. I'm glad that this fear has only just set in as I'll get some relief once classes get underway in two days but I'd certainly prefer if the fear wasn't here to begin with. Anyway, I mostly just wanted to vent and get my apprehensions out of my head but I'll keep you folks posted on how things turn out as time passes.
This morning I woke up early to join some 3Ls in hitting up a costume shope and going to the Minnesota Renaissance Faire. I should note that the costumes we were looking for were not D&D geek style tights, we were looking for giant foam cowboy hats. We proceeeded to spend the day wandering around the Faire dressed as charicatures of cowboys, being heckled and getting funny looks. We attended a couple of comedy shows and ended up being the butt of the vast majority of the audience targeted jokes. Basically, we were wandering around making fun of everyone solely by our garb and being given a hard time for it. I am not normally the type for Renaissance Faires but taking this approach really made it a fantastic way to spend a Saturday; I highly recommend it.
Between the last post and last Tuesday, there hasn't been much to report: I hung out a bunch, got sick a couple times and some other not very noteworthy events. Since Tuesday, however, an awful lot has happened: I've moved halfway across the country, become single and begun preparations for the next big phase of my life, law school.
Since I'm going to law school in Minnesota (University of), it was rather important to cut my commute down from the 22 hour drive from Massachusetts to something more reasonable. The solution to my commuter problems was to be found in moving to Minneapolis, MN and locating a place of residence that is about 15-20 minutes walk to the law school. This, of course, means that I had to drive out to Minneapolis, MN in my dilapidated wreck of a Ford Explorer and I am happy to report that the trip passed uneventfully. I didn't stop to do much in the way of sightseeing along the way but I should like to note that, while passing through Wisconsin, I was able to confirm that fresh cheese curds are, in fact, all that and a bag of chips, oh yes, certainly the bag of chips. Also, while I'm on the topic, let me just put in a plug for the US Interstate System; in Massachusetts, I hopped on I-90, which I was able to stay on until Wisconsin, where I transferred to I-94, drove another hundred and change miles and was at my destination. There is something very convenient about being able to drive 1400ish miles at 75MPH in a fairly straight line from point A to point B almost entirely on one road.
As to my unfortunate return to the land of the single, I consider the matter to be one of necessary evils. Kristina and I broke up preceding my departure for Minnesota because she didn't much want to be in a long distane relationship and, to be frank, neither do I. Between how bad I am about calling people to talk on the phone and how much a relationship tends to depend on being in contact with someone, I would expect an attempt at a long distance relationship to crash and burn horribly. As far as I'm concerned, I like Kristina a bit much to want to let a relationship with her crash and burn so, instead, I'm inclined to believe that the best approach is to break up and then, perhaps, we'll get back together at a more convenient time in the future. That, however, is the future and is, as such, a matter to be concerned with when the future becomes the present.
As for the law school phase of my life, I've got myself pretty much fully moved into my new place and beyond that, I'll probably keep you posted as new details emerge.
Having been sitting around doing nothing in Woods Hole for nearly a month, I have been pleased with my ability to avoid boredom and going stir crazy. Sadly, I have been feeling the initial pangs of boredom recently and I worry that restlessness might set in soon. On the positive side, I don't think that I have been this relaxed and generally at peace in over half a decade but I think that I might have hit my limit. Hopefully, I can drag out the relaxing for another couple of weeks and take off before boredom really sets in.
I have just now discovered that Pee-Wee's Playhouse exists in re-runs on Adult Swim (Cartoon Network) and let me tell you, Internet, the television shows that existed while I was a child were decidedly bizarre. In fact, when I think about it, there were some really wonderful shows on television when I was a child (Transformers, Bill Nye, etc.), some really f***ed up ones and an awful lot of overlap. Of course, on top of Pee-Wee Herman being a very strange children's show star, there's also the part where he got arrested for exposing himself in public; I wonder how many people in my generation that left an effect on and what those effects were. I wonder if every generation gets to look back on their childhoods in the way that television re-runs and downloading old shows from the Internet allows me to; my guess would be not and it leaves me wondering what strange effect that'll leave on my generation.
It is now well into the summer and, having quit my job, I once again find myself in the stronghold of relaxation that is Woods Hole. In previous years I held positions that put me in close proximity with computers but this summer, such is not the case; I am running without my constant information net and I'm liking it. I am living a pleasant and unfettered life right now and I will probably not be updating my blog very often. So, if any of you find yourselves wondering if I've dropped off the face of the Earth, the answer is sort of, but I'll still answer my phone.
Back in the day, there was a Norse God who went by the name of Thor. This Thor fellow was a mighty guy, in charge of thunder, and he wielded a magical war hammer that went by the name of Mjolnir. Thor travelled around in a cart that was drawn by a couple of magic goats that went by the names of Tanngrisnir (tooth-grinder) and Tanngnjóstr (tooth-gnasher). Thor spent much of his time hunting frost giants, going out smiting and generally adventuring.
On one particular adventure, Thor was caught up without food or lodging and made request of a a small family in a small home. The family--husband, wife and son--were incredibly hospitable in spite of not having the means to do so. In response to their hospitality, Thor decided to slaughter his goats and share the meat with the family. So there was a great feast but Thor told the family that there were absolutely not to break any of the goats' bones. The family's son was quite partial to marrow so he did not heed Thor's request and broke one of the leg bones to suck of the marrow. The next morning, Thor gathered the goat bones, placed them with the goat hides, waved his hammer and brought the goats back to life. One of the goats, as a result of the marrow suckling, had become lame. Thor, rather displeased, smote the son.
Now, for superheroes, the new lameness of the movie Superman Returns is equivalent to Thor's goat's lameness after the above recounted story. That is all.
Today is a historic day in the computing world of George; today I have broken the 1 terabyte mark. I've had some minor issues with a few (4) of my hard drives recently, so between my data packrat tendencies and the current price of hard drives, I went out and bought a pair of 300GB hard drives. What, a pair of 300GB hard drives, ludicrous you say? Not so, I always buy hard drives in pairs so that I can stripe them as RAID 0 arrays; it's a principle, habit and policy thing of mine, so pairs. Also, if I'd gotten any less than 500GB, I wouldn't have enough space to resolve my current hard drive issues so as to be able to burn DVDs and reformat everything. Anyway, adding 600GB to thevoid's current 480GB brings her to a grand total of 1080GB, which makes thevoid my first computer to break out of the sub-terabyte world. Doing a quick tally over all of my various datastores, thevoid at 1080GB, hobosphere at 160GB, r-type at 4GB (snicker), ~400 blank and used CD-Rs making 280GB, ~300 blank and used DVD-Rs and DVD+Rs making 1350GB, my current data capacity is sitting pretty near a whopping 2.8TB; man I love big numbers!
In thinking about how much space I now have on one computer (thevoid), it occurs to me that it might very well be time to start putting Operation Dreadnought in action (cue ominous music).
I've started watching the daily vlog (please tell me I'm not becoming hip) Rocketboom because it covers issues that interest me in a style that I like and the host(ess) is cute. I mention this to you today both because I've been watching it long enough to think that it's worth mentioning to the rest of you and because they actually did something that caused me to pause and take note. Today's Rocketboom is probably the best piece I have yet seen on the topic of net neutrality; don't get me wrong, Ask A Ninja did a fine piece on net neutrality too but the piece by Rocketboom does a really good job of explaining why net neutrality is a really important issue and why everyone needs to tell their governmental representatives to keep our internet free. I really don't want to find myself, ten years from now, lamenting over the way the internet used to be.
Between work and having hard drive problems at home, I've started listening to a lot of streaming internet radio and I've had some pretty good results. For a while I was on an NPR kick, listening to WBUR (my local NPR) and having a pretty good time with that. As is inevitably the case with me, I got tired of hearing old news and went in search of a decent music stream. In the past I'd had rather poor luck with finding a music stream to my liking but this is no longer the past. I stopped by Digitally Imported Internet Radio (di.fm) to see what they have to offer these days. Looking at what DI has to offer, ignoring the ones I know I don't much like, I decided to give their Chillout Stream [.pls] a try and I have got to say, I am mighty pleased. DI sort of fell out of my favor a few years back when they were still playing mostly trance and most trance happened to turn into crap. In the intervening years DI added more streams, none of which quite grabbed me, but now this Chillout stream is really hitting me as just my sort of thing. They've even played a couple songs that I know and am quite partial to: Peace of Mind by Dark Soho and Behind Closed Eyelids by Shpongle. Color me pleased DI.
Now, if only there were some way that I could get this in my car.