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Friday, February 27, 2004

From the Fine Edge of Freaking Out

(hence the gratutious use of alliteration)

Having sent off my applications with a certain insouciance that spoke to a definite sense of devil-may-care about the whole process, it comes as a bit of a shock to me that I actually do care about getting into Georgetown Law. This realization sunk its unwelcome little teeth into me yesterday upon receipt of a little email informing me that I had the signal honor of being in a group of applicants that would have been accepted had it not been for the fact that they had received 13,000 applicants for 500 spots this year and would I please let them know my current law school plans in order to reach a better decision.

They'll mail out March 8th.




I was happily, in the manner of a ostrich cozily contemplating the sand a distant mile away from a hyena, willfully ignorant of impending doom, but now that I can see its ugly, slavering mouth and hideously drab hackle and coat combination bearing down on me with predatory speed-- I'm scared.

(Also, I'm buried under an avalanche of adjectives. Could some kind soul throw me an Economist Style Guide before I smother?)

Thursday, February 26, 2004

To Spite Rachel

Everyone knows what a malapropism is (thanks in part to the gentle buffonery of our nation's first citizen, who has offered up the tender body of his limited vocabulary to raise awareness for this underappreciated form of humor), but who can tell me from whence it came?

(You're on your honor to refrain from googling.)

Saturday, February 21, 2004

"I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind. As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truths discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times. We might as well require a man to wear still the coat which fitted him when a boy as civilized society to remain ever under the regimen of their barbarous ancestors."

- Thomas Jefferson

As sexy now as he was then.

Friday, February 20, 2004

This month's color scheme is dedicated to Alexis, who hates pink.

A corgi by any other name...

Two prefatory notes:

1. I apologize to my strident Readership for breaking two of my New Year's Resolutions: first, the gross neglect of my blog in a show of blatant favoritism for my job and second, the unbridled buying of shoes that has been such a heartwarming part of the past two weeks. I feel so ashamed (but by God, do I love that new pair of red heels).
2. This is my last entry about dogs. I swear.

The moment of naming is a pregnant one, rife with promise and possibility. By virtue of your aesthetic choices, you have the power to shape destiny-- to mold the hazy path of a person, place, or thing in some irrevocable way. For instance, when my parents decided, in that fateful moment, to name me Shangrila Mary Josephine, they pried me from me the well-worn path to normality and placed me solidly among those who would be mistaken for
a) a figment of the imagination
b) a child of hippies
c) a stripper.
(I should also probably take this moment to mention that had I been a boy, I would have been named Betrand Russell after my father's favorite philosopher, a choice that would have placed me solidly on the path to sound playground beatings and eventual membership in the Stewards.)

The sugar cane workers of Sugar Land, no doubt good people of the Earth and meaning to be severely literal in their thinking, condemned my hometown, in a metaphorical sense, to an SUV in every driveway, the First Colony Mall, and rows upon rows of subtly different brick houses.

You would think that my sister, with these poignant lessons in mind (in addition to the weighty knowledge of having named her hamster "Flowerpot"), would have greater care in naming a puppy that will be her heart's ease and boon companion.

But no.

Tomorrow, the puppy comes home, and I will begin teaching him to respond to Dashka.

At least it wasn't Zucchini Muffin.

Monday, February 09, 2004

Jonathan, my darling, this one's for you.

Churchill During NPR Pledge Week

The best summary of the Meet the Press interview I've seen yet.


Stunningly eloquent in its redacted clarity, here is George Bush at his best.

Wednesday, February 04, 2004

Dedicated to Oscar Wilde

“We live, as I hope you know, Mr. Worthing, in an age of ideals… and my ideal has always been to love someone of the name of Ernest.”

As part of my on-going effort to chronoform (yes, I made it up.) my immediate surroundings, I have decided to embark on a one-girl crusade to revive the lost art of gracious correspondence. As most of my notepaper is a remnant of the days when I thought flowers and kittens were the height of decorative elegance, this project obviously requires the purchase of a whole new stationary wardrobe…

Although (especially in these dark days) I place the Republican Party just below the bubonic plague on my list of favorite things, I must say that the RNC Chairman Ed Gillespie is a funny man.

He responded to Terry McAuliffe's comment about Bush's miltary record by calling McAuliffe "the John Wilkes Booth of presidential character assasination."

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