Elysian Fields

Let us go, you and I, when the evening is spread out agianst the sky. Oh, do not ask "what is it?" Let us go and make our visit...

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Thoughts on 5

It’s five o’clock in the morning and I just drove home through surprisingly busy streets. The early birds on the road make you curious of who they are, the lives they own. I imagined dedicated fathers, blue-collar laborers, workaholic professionals shrouded by anonymous headlights and heavy shadow…all that good protestant ethic. I wonder if they’re going to work, or coming home.

Monday, February 23, 2004



Ok so the first time I took this test with 18 questions I was Hitler, the second time I took it with 45 questions and now I'm Mother Theresa??? What??? And did they just call her a dwarf? that's not very nice...

Friday, February 20, 2004

It's Friday night and I've just arrived at the library. Out of the building came a man walking towards me, he stopped and with a smirk on his face said, "hot date tonight?" Forcing a smile (yeah, I'm cuddling with Sullivan and Gunther, you got a problem with that?) , I replied, "heh, have to catch up." "on a FRIDAY night?" he pressed on. Curt and deprived of emotion I stopped the conversation, "yah, gotta go, have a nice weekend." What is his problem??? He was just in the library on a Friday night himself! Loser...

Thursday, February 19, 2004

Study Buddy Chat I

Me: Hey guys what's the abbreviation for Pennsylvania? PA?

Study Buddy: PA? That's not Pennsylvania! That's Philadelphia!


There ya go folks, a new state we didn't know about...

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

The Reasonable Woman Standard?

According to the U.S Department of Justice, a woman is raped every 2 minutes somewhere in America. In 1995, 354,670 women were the victims of a rape or sexual assault. (NationalCrime Victimization Survey. Bureau of Justice Statistics, U.S. Department of Justice, 1996.) And over the last two years, more than 787,000 women were the victim of a rape or sexual assault. (National Crime Victimization Survey. Bureau of Justice Statistics, U.S.Department of Justice, 1996.) While most women are raped by someone they know, a high 31% of female victims reported that the offender was a stranger. What’s more startling than the above statistics is how many rape crimes remain unreported. The FBI estimates that only 37% of all rapes are reported to the police. U.S. Justice Department statistics are even lower, with only 26% of all rapes or attempted rapes being reported to law enforcement officials.

So while the biggest fear men have when walking down a dark alley late at night is the content in their wallets, what most women worry about is the deepest invasion of human dignity. Does the fear paralyze us? Of course not. But it lingers in the back of our minds, a corporal specter personifying sounds and movements into potential phantom assailants. Some women are more aware and cautions than others, just like anything else in life. Me personally, after knowing intimately 2 women that were raped, 2 that were sexually abused, and many more acquaintances that suffered the same fate, it makes a girl a bit more cautious. Rape aside, any sort of potential violence against us is a bigger fear in us, because we are not strong enough, I, e.g, despite the incredible ability to carry a 30-pound backpack every day, cannot fight off ANY average Joe off the street, trust me.

So next time a woman expresses her concern for driving home and walking to her apartment at 4:00 in the morning, please do not acertain that fear as unreasonable. Everyone knows, that the objective standard for “unreasonableness” means that NO REASONABLE PERSON COULD FIND…X, surely, you’re not trying to say that most women are unreasonable, are you? Now if it’s a subjective test you’re employing, then as my friend astutely pointed out, that the standard " is really up to [the individual]… but no jury would convict”. So, for you men out there, next time a woman expresses her fear and concern, empathize, and if you can’t, pretend. After all, why would you want to incur upon yourself a woman's wrath?

Monday, February 16, 2004

Encouraging Exchange Between Study Buddies

Auto Response From jwlaw2006 (10:56:22 PM): feeling streesed? overwhelmed? Just give yourself a BIG hug and say, "i'm a beautiful person, and I'm worth it!"

aka DJ KnoWhere (10:56:45 PM): oh yeah... and... you're a dork

jwlaw2006 (11:12:40 PM): well you're beautiful and worth it! give yourself a hug!!!

aka DJ KnoWhere (11:14:05 PM): aww, you're beautiful and worthless too.... give yourself a bigger hug

Sunday, February 15, 2004

Valentines Day:

The day was rocky to start with… our reservation was at 4:00pm and we got stuck in awful traffic on Friars road, AGAIN (the joy of living near the Fashion Valley mall). Once on the freeway, my honey missed the 805 north and all hell broke loose (he absolutely hates getting lost). By then it was already 4:15 and we knew that we might not get a table, and after yelling at himself loudly and angrily for “ruining” Valentines Day, we found ourselves stuck on the 5N in traffic, more yelling ensues. Was the day ruined? Far from it. I knew that he was angry largely because he thought he had ruined the day for me, and that, to me, was incredibly sweet (even if it was shrouded in angry yelling). We got to our destination ½ an hour late but managed to get the best table in the house – a nook in the patio right by a stone fire-pit, facing the ocean and the imminent sunset. The restaurant was called Cicciotti in Cardiff by the sea, and I highly recommend it. We started off with bread and the freshest marinara sauce I have ever tasted, it had generous chunks of juicy tomato in the sauce that went perfectly with the baguette. Then in comes the lobster bisque and sherry wine on the side. The bisque was tasty but it’s not as good as the ones in World Famous. For the main course I got the filet mignon topped with melted gorgonzola cheese, mashed potato (it was creamy and pink…lobster mashed potato maybe?), steamed vegetables, and a glass of Shiraz. Chris got the Salmon stuffed with blue crab, creamy risotto, baby vegetables, and a glass of Chardonnay, both dishes were excellent! For desert we had chocolate soufflé with vanilla ice cream and melted white chocolate sauce…that was absolutely the best tasting chocolate soufflé I have ever had. And in the midst of being right next to our personal fireplace and the pink and purple sunset, the day ended up to be lovely, and perfect.

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

Found something divinely awsome on the internet today. God bless the internet...that's all I got to say...

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Wuism I:

Him: Hi
Me (my away message on AIM): “cuddling with Hazard, Tait, and Fletcher”
Him: I hear that Fletcher is a great cuddler
Me (no longer away): you know that they are the authors of our civ pro book right? They’re not actual people…
Him: um..nooo you dork, they still are actually people…what do you think they are? Robots?
Me: oh….

Sunday, February 08, 2004

My friend in law school gave me these four coffee scented candles, they are so YUMMY! My room has a chocolate latte scent, while the kitchen is raspberry mocha; the bathroom smells like hazelnut latte and my closet cappuccino! MY ENTIRE APARTMENT SMELLS LIKE COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so excited! Thanks K!

Saturday, February 07, 2004

White Bread III: the Return of the Mold

Four pieces of white bread left, the "poke here" freshness test has failed again and again, is it time to throw the white bread away??? Timidly I picked up the sagging plastic bread cover and bravely took a peak inside to find....penicillin? Ah perhaps. But whatever it was, it was splotches of amoeba shaped fuzzy green and white all over the pieces of bread. The splotches made me suspect that perhaps now is the time to say goodbye, and with this, the white bread trilogy ends...

Wednesday, February 04, 2004

I am so annoyed. Lack of sleep for the past two nights adding the stress of researching and reading 30 cases probably had something to do with it. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!
Just needed to let out a primal barbaric yelp, much better, thanks.