Friday, December 15, 2006

I get the feeling I just blew another exam, this one I studied for slavishly for a week. I'm not sure what this means.

Law school has been a long erosion of my own valuation of my intelligence. I rationalize--it was because I was going through a breakup, or because I was new in the city, or because I was getting used to tax or was busy elsewhere. Harder and harder to swallow.

Hell, I don't know. Still feels like I could excel with proper effort--but, hell, I'm out of time here.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Skiing

I studied until I broke out crying. And then I studied some more!

Today I discovered the composer Boris Tishchenko (spelling of his name varies: my favorite one I've happened upon thus far is "Tischtschenko") through two of his concerti, which popped up on shuffle.

Even for a grumpy, things-were-better-one-hundred-years-ago no-matter-what-the-date-is conservative, they were very enjoyable. Interesting scoring--the first was his Cello Concerto No.1, for solo cello, 17 wind instruments, percussion, and harmonium and the other a Harp concerto for chamber orchestra.

I also bought Jay the greatest gift ever purchased, which I will give to him tomorrow.

Oh, also, now that I think about it. My family's going skiing the first week in January. Anybody want to come? I'm serious--four days or so in New Hampshire, at Mt. Washington Valley, with a brother, my parents, and me. We drink, cook, play games and ski like demons. I know, I know, it's weird to hang out with someone else's family--but not mine. Mine is hospitable to a fault. And we always have room. So someone come.

Night all.