I hate fucking logic games. I hate them. Please, for the love of God, someone tell me what the following has to do with being an attorney or the general practice of law (and this is completely as written in the practice book):
A science student has exactly four flasks-1,2,3,4- originally containing a red, a blue, a green, and an organce chemical respectively. An experiment consists of mixing exactly two of these chemicals together by completely emptying the flask into and of the flasks. The following conditions apply:
1. The product of an experiment cannot be used in further experiments.
2. Mixing contents out of 1 and 2 produces a red chemical
3. Mixing the contents out of 2 and 3 produces an orange
4. Mixing the contents out of 3 with the contents of either 1 or 4 produces a blue chemical
5. Mixing the contents of 4 with the contents of either 1 or 2 produces a green chemical.
What the hell is that? My mother's been an attorney for 28 years and never once has she had to prosecute the case of the Green and Blue Chemicals.
So when you hear me bitch about studying for the LSAT, this is why. In the actual test I have to do four of these, with 5 questions a piece, in 35 minutes. As rabid squirrels bite at my toes, while strung by my elbows above a rabid shark tank. Ok, maybe not that last part, but you get the idea.
Don't get me wrong, Logic Games have a definite place in the real world. Example:
Hala goes out on a first date 4 times a month. On any given evening the gentleman across from her begins to a)sweat profusely, b)hoot, c)check the score of the game on his cell phone or d) is an overbearing Russian creep-fest. Hala goes out on dates on either a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday, either in the day or the evening. The following conditions apply:
1. Each of the gentleman has at least one of the above conditions, and possibly more.
2. If Hala goes out with the hooter on Friday, she cannot go out with the Sweaty Guy on Sunday.
3. Hala will not see the Cell Phone Guy in the light of day
4. If Cell Phone Guy is also Sweaty, he will electrocute himself, necessitating a redo of the orignal first date.
5. If Hala has to go on another date with the Russian, someone will end up dead.
Now, if they made questions like that, it would be a cinch, because under no logical circumstances would I ever go out with any of those guys again. But alas, the world of Logic Games for the LSAT is not as simple and straightforward as the cavalcade of horrors that has been my dating history. *Sigh*.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I've Missed You!
So, it's been a while, huh? How have you been? I've been good. I went home for a while for Thanksgiving, have been studying a lot for the LSAT and delicately crafting my applications. Translation: I went home for a while for Thanksgiving, I've been staring at my LSAT prep book in the corner of my room pretending it isn't there, mocking me and my non-studying, procrastinating ways, while writing so many essays I can barely stomach the English language any more. Hence the lack o'blogging. Much English languaging to be done.
Discussion topics?
1. The Dems took the house and the senate, Rumsfeld was fired and George Bush is pledging to work amenably with the likes of Nancy Pelosi. Has Hell frozen over?- discuss.
Well, no I don't think Hell has frozen over, although I do wish the dems could have won on their own efforts, instead of the A-Triple B (AnyBody But Bush) philosophy that put Clinton in the White House. Whatever, we're here, we're unclear on message, get used to it. That's not how it goes, is it? I am excited that Nancy P to the Losi is the new Speaker of the House, because that is one tough broad. I really do think she'll be able to keep the party in line, focused, and on-message. As much as I crave to the bottom of my very soul a witch hunt for the bastards in the White House, I think she has it right in taking impeachment off the table and working to actively create change. We don't want to make the mistake of gloating, because there is way too much poor governing to fix. The top of the agenda should be the reinstatement of oversight, of actual honest-to-God checks and balances. Personally i think this will just happen organically because now the executive and the legistlative branches are from opposing sides, but still, i think a clear move in that direction is important. It's been a while since this happened, so I think my righteousness has abated a bit. Sorry, this should have been a lot more vitriolic... I'm sort of disappointed in myself.
2. Read Michael Pollan's book, The Omnivore's Dilemma. Do it now. Right now. I'll wait.
Seriously, Pollan is one of the most interesting, articulate and impassioned writers I have ever read. Let's put it this way: he makes industrial agriculture seem nuanced and intriguing. I'm a bit bashful to admit that part of the reason that I applied to Berkely was because Pollan lives there. I think it would be hard to casually bump into him at a dinner party, woo him away from his loving wife with my feminine wiles, and spend the rest of his natural life cooking me sustainable, locally produced gourmet meals if I remained in Minnesota. I stayed up half the night reading about his adventures in the belly of the beast, the beast in this case being the American Agri-Military-Industrial complex. Eesh... you want to be scared off of fast food, save yourself $9 bucks and instead of going to see Fast Food Nation get OD from the public library. How sustainable and green of you!
3. I'm a-takin' that there LSAT on Saturday. I hope I can get me sum of that edumacashun at a fancy lawyerin' school.
I don't even really want to talk about this, but I think it bear mentioning. You all probably don't, as the majority of the readership of this blog are my friends, and you all have heard me bitch ad nauseum and ad infinitum about the LSAT. Well, come saturday, that will be no more. Then you can hear me bitch about waiting for my acceptance or lack-there-of letters to come. Hooray!
Discussion topics?
1. The Dems took the house and the senate, Rumsfeld was fired and George Bush is pledging to work amenably with the likes of Nancy Pelosi. Has Hell frozen over?- discuss.
Well, no I don't think Hell has frozen over, although I do wish the dems could have won on their own efforts, instead of the A-Triple B (AnyBody But Bush) philosophy that put Clinton in the White House. Whatever, we're here, we're unclear on message, get used to it. That's not how it goes, is it? I am excited that Nancy P to the Losi is the new Speaker of the House, because that is one tough broad. I really do think she'll be able to keep the party in line, focused, and on-message. As much as I crave to the bottom of my very soul a witch hunt for the bastards in the White House, I think she has it right in taking impeachment off the table and working to actively create change. We don't want to make the mistake of gloating, because there is way too much poor governing to fix. The top of the agenda should be the reinstatement of oversight, of actual honest-to-God checks and balances. Personally i think this will just happen organically because now the executive and the legistlative branches are from opposing sides, but still, i think a clear move in that direction is important. It's been a while since this happened, so I think my righteousness has abated a bit. Sorry, this should have been a lot more vitriolic... I'm sort of disappointed in myself.
2. Read Michael Pollan's book, The Omnivore's Dilemma. Do it now. Right now. I'll wait.
Seriously, Pollan is one of the most interesting, articulate and impassioned writers I have ever read. Let's put it this way: he makes industrial agriculture seem nuanced and intriguing. I'm a bit bashful to admit that part of the reason that I applied to Berkely was because Pollan lives there. I think it would be hard to casually bump into him at a dinner party, woo him away from his loving wife with my feminine wiles, and spend the rest of his natural life cooking me sustainable, locally produced gourmet meals if I remained in Minnesota. I stayed up half the night reading about his adventures in the belly of the beast, the beast in this case being the American Agri-Military-Industrial complex. Eesh... you want to be scared off of fast food, save yourself $9 bucks and instead of going to see Fast Food Nation get OD from the public library. How sustainable and green of you!
3. I'm a-takin' that there LSAT on Saturday. I hope I can get me sum of that edumacashun at a fancy lawyerin' school.
I don't even really want to talk about this, but I think it bear mentioning. You all probably don't, as the majority of the readership of this blog are my friends, and you all have heard me bitch ad nauseum and ad infinitum about the LSAT. Well, come saturday, that will be no more. Then you can hear me bitch about waiting for my acceptance or lack-there-of letters to come. Hooray!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
The End of Rumsfeld: A Play in One Act
An artist's rendering of how Rumsfeld's Resignation went down:
Bush: Rummy, here's your resignation form- heh heh heh.
Rumsfeld: You insipid little twit, I made you!
Cheney: Fuck off, Rumsfeld, we need a scapegoat for this whole democrats-taking-the-house-and-senate thing,and no one likes you. You come off like Grandpa Apocalypse.
Rumsfeld: That's nice coming from a guy that shot his best friend in the face for sport.
Bush: I hate it when mommy and daddy fight. (He sticks his fingers in his ears and runs out of the Oval Office.)
....and SCENE.
Bush: Rummy, here's your resignation form- heh heh heh.
Rumsfeld: You insipid little twit, I made you!
Cheney: Fuck off, Rumsfeld, we need a scapegoat for this whole democrats-taking-the-house-and-senate thing,and no one likes you. You come off like Grandpa Apocalypse.
Rumsfeld: That's nice coming from a guy that shot his best friend in the face for sport.
Bush: I hate it when mommy and daddy fight. (He sticks his fingers in his ears and runs out of the Oval Office.)
....and SCENE.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
My personal love letter to voting
Dearest Voting,
I love you. I love how you make me feel, like I am special and important, like my voice is heard and I matter to you. Thank you for giving me agency. Thank you for the privilege of helping me participate in our democracy, and for reminding me of the struggles that others have had to endure so that I might be able to exercise my wishes towards the future of our country. You give so much and ask so little, Voting- just that I show up, spend a little time, and pull your lever on occasion.
I love what happens when we hang out, Voting. I love going to your polling place, greeting all the little old ladies, getting my crisp white ballot and filling it in with firm black pen marks. Most of all, though, I love the little red "I voted!" sticker that I get on my way out. I wear it proudly throughout the day, a badge of honor that declares our very special relationship. I love the way people see my sticker and want to give me free things, like Chipotle burritos, dessert and gas. I feel so joyful and rewarded through my involvement with you.
Most of all, though I love how open our relationship. I am happy to share you with anyone and everyone, and I love how open you are to that possibility. Sometimes I know I talk about you so much that my friends get sick of hearing about you, but you are just so important to me and I think you should be important to everyone. I don't want you to go anywhere, ever, and I know that the one way to make sure you are never taken away from me is to keep in touch, let other people know how great you are and really take the time to get to know you.
Love always,
Hala
I love you. I love how you make me feel, like I am special and important, like my voice is heard and I matter to you. Thank you for giving me agency. Thank you for the privilege of helping me participate in our democracy, and for reminding me of the struggles that others have had to endure so that I might be able to exercise my wishes towards the future of our country. You give so much and ask so little, Voting- just that I show up, spend a little time, and pull your lever on occasion.
I love what happens when we hang out, Voting. I love going to your polling place, greeting all the little old ladies, getting my crisp white ballot and filling it in with firm black pen marks. Most of all, though, I love the little red "I voted!" sticker that I get on my way out. I wear it proudly throughout the day, a badge of honor that declares our very special relationship. I love the way people see my sticker and want to give me free things, like Chipotle burritos, dessert and gas. I feel so joyful and rewarded through my involvement with you.
Most of all, though I love how open our relationship. I am happy to share you with anyone and everyone, and I love how open you are to that possibility. Sometimes I know I talk about you so much that my friends get sick of hearing about you, but you are just so important to me and I think you should be important to everyone. I don't want you to go anywhere, ever, and I know that the one way to make sure you are never taken away from me is to keep in touch, let other people know how great you are and really take the time to get to know you.
Love always,
Hala
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