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March 30, 2005
you make me wanna, you make me wanna
i've been feeling the mehs lately. over the past week, i've listened to nothing but the shins, the wrens, and ted leo, three bands that, at various points, i have castigated as being music for losers, like i now am.
i am going to washington dc tomorrow to accept more awards for my engineering genius. the department of energy wants to say thank you, and i must oblige. upon my return, i'll finish regaling/boring you with tales from michigan admit weekend. until then, i will be turning foxes for now over to janet, who better not disappoint this time!!
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March 29, 2005
michigan admitted students weekend pt 6
you remind me of my jeep. (photo: adverse effect)
the six of us went out after that. we walked around downtown until we ended up at a joint called the full moon. it was pretty packed. i tried to order food. no dice. later, i see people eating. i nearly cry.
we had a merry time chatting and drinking and whatever else. it seemed like a decent scene. afterwards, we satiated my hunger at potbelly. adverse effect took off her boots and started walking around in her striped socks. you can't do that in nyc. oh yeah, and i felt like a million bucks.
we walked through the law quad at around midnight and the snow was falling and it did look picturesque. i was reminded of my sophomore year when i walked through my school's gothic arts quad in the beginning of december on the way to my digital music showcase with euphrates and diseasepal. the snow was falling lightly then, too, and i turned to them, and i said, this is what i dreamed of.
throughout the weekend, some of the students did chatter about the actual influence (if any) that the magnificence of the law quad had on life at the university of michigan law school. when diseasepal came over to visit, he noticed that i bought a copy of a book about the michigan law quad (i told him that i wanted to read about the history; i actually only looked at the pictures). when i told him that one of michigan's strengths was its gorgeous law quad, he laughed and said, "it's just like [our shared undergraduate institution]"—which, he meant as a slight. more or less, he considered the aesthetic beauty of the buildings to be something that i had already experienced and that i should be moving onto bigger and more important things come law school time.
my favorite part of old buildings is just the idea of ghosts. i think there's a more palpable sense that great minds existed here in the very same physical space, grappling with many of the same mental difficulties. i feel as if the regality of the surroundings somehow compacts the seperating temporal dimension between the past and the present. and where could this more purposefully exist than at a law school? in the words of chinese sociologist fei xiaotang, "ghosts symbolize belief in and reverence for the accumulated past."
a personal favorite of mine is a bench on my alma mater's campus with the following inscription:
To those who shall sit here rejoicing
To those who shall sit here mourning
Sympathy and greeting
So have we done in our time
i walked back to the executive residence, caught up on tournament action, and then fell asleep.
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michigan admitted students weekend pt 5
after dinner, a michigan student who sat at our table guided josh, brad, and i to the student funded fellowship auction. the idea moderately intrigued me, so we went, expecting fun fun fun in the sun.
i munch on some appetizers and then we're all standing around before kat shows up. she asks, "aren't you guys admitted students?" then makes mention of the fact that she noticed my hair. we find seats and prepare ourselves for the auction.
kat tells me that she studied government and econ. i ask her if she was interested in the quantitative side of econ; she said no. i say, how can you study econ without knowing anything about where the numbers come from. she gave some explanation. i make mention of this conversation because, for once in my life, i noticed that i was being obnoxious, so i stopped asking questions. truly a landmark event. kat was nice and fun and rolled with us the rest of the weekend.
the auction started, but unfortunately, i could not hear a bloody thing. i don't know if it's exactly fair (because the room was filled with all kinds of people, michigan law students and non-students alike), but the fact that not many people would shut up made a bad impression on me. prof. sherman clark was losing his voice up there and even called the people out for being rude for talking while the event was going on, but they kept on jabbering, probably because they couldn't hear him. i turned around in my chair once just to look around and see what was going on, but i made eye contact with a girl who thought i was giving her one of those "why don't you shut up" looks so she gave me a "how dare you give me a why don't you shut up look" looks and i cowered away in shameful defeat.
the auction began getting seriously boring. fortunately, gotham called me, so i got up and met with him and adverse effect. we made each others' acquaintance. then, gotham says, "your head isn't that big."
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March 28, 2005
michigan admitted students weekend pt 4
tour me, love me, never leave me. (photo: adverse effect)
up next was the student panel (bored yet?). they seemed to get a good spattering of people up there. my personal favorite speaker was 2L mark (i think) who now appears on the cover of michigan's latest mailing on public service (again fooling me into thinking i got the good news from nyu; okay, okay, you got me!).
1L monica faced a familiar dilemma when making her law school choice: it came down to michigan versus texas. unfortunately, none of her considerations are my own, so i will have to solider own without her help. sorry, monica.
the law school tour came next. (as a sidenote, i was in the black group which, quite unfortunately, was called on last. i believe my tour guide was this guy.)
by this point, josh and i had already meandered through the law quad's dark hallways, so the tour was more or less a repeat. tour guide ming tried his best to entertain, but i don't really think he had much to work with. as the group walked outside through the quad, of course, various male (seemingly drunken) law students shouted at us from their perch in the lawyers club. sorry fellas, i don't think the girls were impressed.
(in the interest of full disclosure, i used to open my window and yell at prospective student tours but that was like six years ago when i did a summer study at carnegie mellon and i was around fifteen. of course, the other difference is that the ladies were impressed, naturally.)
an amusing part of the tour was when ming took us into a room with a tiny computer lab where students without laptops worked. the few students that were there looked so lonely that i just wanted to take them all into my arms and give them a big hug. unfortunately, i was also somewhat creeped out by their solitude, an opposing force that allowed me to leave the room without incident.
i would like to stop here and point out that one of the admitted students in my tour group had "murfdawg" put on his nametag. i only found two occasions important enough to send euphrates a text message: 1. when i noticed that the guy in my tour group wearing the green shirt with "marijuana" written in giant letters on the front also had "murfdawg" put on his nametag and 2. from the student funded fellowship auction when i noticed that sarah zearfoss is married to (or at least, has children with) an asian dude. a fun gal, and, with great taste! sarah zearfoss: the perfect woman?
upon our return to the lawyers club lounge, dinner was served. i overheard a current michigan student remark, "ooh! they brought out the good pizza." i have been noted to be an extremely picky eater, but i'll tell you straight up that the pizza tasted absolutely disgusting. when responding to queries involving the lawyers club food, most students said, "well it's better than most cafeteria food"—but coming from the finest campus dining program in the country, that statement meant little to me. however, my brief tasting of the pizza seriously soured me on the idea of living in the lawyers club. that is, until the next night's chicken. ooh, so tender! stay tuned!!
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michigan admitted students weekend pt 3
at around 4:30, sarah zearfoss came on to introduce dean caminker and kick off the weekend. i honestly don't remember much from caminker's talk, other than the fact that i thought he talked for about 5 minutes too long and that other students commented that they thought he looked like a surfer dude (i must say that he has aged quite gracefully).
oh yeah, i do remember laughing loudly in a completely inappropriate situation at something caminker said.
(of course, this reminds me of the time i was at a math conference and the speaker said something like—"i was told that i needed my advisor's approval but by the time i returned to his office he was dead"—at which point i started guffawing loudly because i thought it was a joke. he looked at me like i had just broken his little heart. i later learned that his sentence phrasings were a bit off to great comedic effect simply because his english wasn't too good, not because he was a joker. oops.)
anyway, i enjoyed the opening remarks even though i thought they went a bit overlong. exhibited, i thought, was a nice balance of showing versus telling. sure, there can be talk talk talk about michigan's collegial atmosphere and whatnot (and good god was there a lot of it), but it was actually on display here. zearfoss forgot the podium or something, and set up shop on top of a speaker; caminker gave her a good-natured ribbing. fast forward to friday when many of the panels became insufferable as there was a whole lot of telling, but not much more showing.
later, i would corner dean zearfoss to ask her about statements made by panelists that i thought indirectly implicated certain peer schools which i took to be somewhat smarmy (josh mentions this, too; scroll down to 2:30 Faculty Panel). statements like "less competitive" and "not monolithic" imply (in my mind, at least) comparisons with other schools instead of bolstering michigan law on its own merits. she answered my question with what i was pretty much looking for all along, which was a sincere expression of true love for the university of michigan law school.
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March 27, 2005
michigan admitted students weekend pt 2
ok first, the play by play. later, some color commentary. this could get boring, so loosen your belt and set your eyes on skim.
(i noticed after writing this that i phrased everything in this weird present tense. i left michigan, like, last week. duh.)
josh @ badglacier picks me up from the detroit airport at around noon. fortunately, he doesn't try to murder or kidnap me, despite my provocative dress (josh writes about the weekend, too). we make it to ann arbor by 1:30, then cruise/walk around until we bump into jess (some names changed).
it's st patricks day and michigan students (undergrads, mostly) are walking around in large groups, dressed in green, shouting out drunken catcalls. jess is a michigan undergrad/law school admit who stumbles into us and asks josh and i where the registration desk is. lost ourselves, jess takes it upon herself to navigate the labyrinthine hallways of the law quad until we make it to the lawyers club lounge. then, she disappears. we don't see her the rest of the weekend. was she an apparition or portent of things to come??
josh and i head to the executive residence where the law school has set us up for lodging. our accomodations exceed expectations, as we've both got individual rooms and televisions. oh so classy.
while leaving the executive residence to head back to the lc, we bump into brad, who rolls with us the rest of the weekend.
(amusing story involving brad, who attends a small liberal arts school: bumps into another prospective student, they exchange pleasantries, student says, "i go to berkeley, how about you?" brad names his small liberal arts college; berkeley guy asks, "is that accredited?")
we make it to the lc at around 4pm for the opening remarks. there are two other kids from texas sitting at our round table, one an undergrad at northwestern, the other a graduate of rice university. the girl who attends northwestern is from austin, and i ask her what high school she attended. when she names a private school, i snicker. later, i tell her that i think northwestern's evanston campus looks ugly. oops, was i the jerk?
(in my own defense, i am unfortunately often brusque in small-talk even though i am mostly a nice person. when i was a freshman, i went to my english professor's office hours to chat her up. she recently graduated with her phd from duke and was quite proud of it. i asked her, "is that good?")
as the festivities are about to kick off, i look around the lawyers club lounge—quite lovely, indeed. brad cackles, then points to a plaque on the wall whose header reads something like, "merit scholars". underneath, no names are written.
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michigan admitted students weekend pt 1
i will start off with an epic multi-part primer regarding michigan's admitted students weekend. i'd like to start off with a few opening remarks. first, the epigraph from the believer (a movie that caused my brain to explode):
I hate and I love
Who can tell me why?
-Gaius Valerius Catullus
this series of posts will not be in any order whatsoever. i will also not make any concerted efforts at coherence.
in his opening remarks, kicking off the weekend, dean caminker said not to put much stock into anonymous postings made on internet message boards. well i'm posting this anonymously, but a number of people have already met me in real life, and i have some vague reason to believe that michigan admissions people already know who i am, anyway. believe whatever you want.
regardless, i'm giving the straight dish from my point of view. so here goes...
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enjoy your ambitious life
i have returned safe and sound, back into the loving arms of foxes.bluespot.org, ready to blog about my week-and-a-half long romp around the eastern united states.
in the coming week (at least), this website will take a decidedly personal tone as i write more substantively regarding my extensive tour of law schools (and law school related activities). hopefully, this will be of some interest/use to somebody. the ridonculous list of law school events i attended (get excited!!): duke law minority students reception in nyc, michigan law admitted students weekend, meeting with duke admissions dean dennis shields, tour of duke law, meeting with columbia assistant director of admissions, sitting on columbia class, michigan cocktail reception in nyc, and oh so much more.
in the meantime, i send my thanks out to diseasepal and my sister for providing foxes' lovelorn fans with some entertainment in their otherwise bleak and unsatisfying lives. correspondingly, of course, foxes sends his scorn out to janet who was provided the wonderful opportunity to infuse cuteness into the lives of readers across the globe, but instead, wasted her time by hanging out with foxes in real life.
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March 24, 2005
foxes, our Dad, and a good spanking.
In my busy schedule I could only find time to recall two embarrassing stories of foxes. Coincidentally, they both have to do with our strange father and getting spanked. Background first. Our dad is extremely eccentric... both foxes and I consider him to be by far the strangest person we have ever encountered. As mentioned before, he is a math professorand can be pretty unpredictable. His hobbies have included roller skating, jumping on a pogo stick, and walking on stilts. One time I dyed some of my hair silver and he didn't notice. But he always notices when I have the slightest pimple and always brings up some element of my lifestyle that he dislikes that must've been the cause (eating chocolate, not getting enough sleep, not eating enough honey, not eating enough yams).
Anyways, when we were in middle school, he always forced us to eat two or three very large pieces of plain Romaine lettuce for breakfast. foxes hated this (as did I, but I was such a goody goody), and would insert them at the bottom of his bedroom trash can. Well, one day Dad found several shriveled leaves of Romaine lettuce at the bottom of the trash can (and as I write this, I realized that maybe I was the tattletale... oopsies) and immediately proceeded to yank down foxes' pants and underwear and give him a good spanking on his bare buttocks. I could hear foxes' cries down the hall for at least 10 minutes. My dad doesn't have a bad temper by any means, but the lettuce was really important to him. The second time, I think foxes was at least 12 or so. We were at a pretty nice seafood restaurant with some very proper family friends and were served an appetizer. There were these nice slices of some dairy product, and we couldn't tell if they were butter or cheese. foxes decided to smell them in an effort to figure out exactly what they were. Dad was mad again. He spanked foxes right in the middle of the restaurant much to the other patrons' horror. But at least foxes got to keep the underwear on this time. Seriously, our dad hardly gets angry at all, but somehow foxes figured out how to push those exact buttons. I mean, somehow I managed to get through life without one of these embarrassing (and painful-- my dad's hands are really calloused) spankings.
So how does this relate to foxes' behavior now? Unfortunately I can't think of anything witty. But I hope you enjoyed the stories. Best of luck to yaw'll.
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March 23, 2005
This, too, shall pass...
Well, I found out that I was going to be writing at the same time and by the same means that you did, and as I am typing this I have no idea what to write about. The world of blogs is very foreign to me. I just called and left my brother a message begging him to give me a topic. My strengths lie more in activities that don't require words, but I guess that way no one can accuse me of speaking pretentiously. Foxes knows I'm a terrible writer, and I have no idea why he would want me to embarrass him. But here we go.
I guess I'll blog about blogs. I've always hated blogs, but I think my brother's is not so bad, so I don't feel quite so guilty 'contributing' to the cause. I have a friend who regularly writes these ridiculously verbose entries in her xanga about everything that's happened to her and a deep analysis of her emotions and thoughts relating to every event. Constantly it's "Have you read my xanga?? Have you read my xanga??" And then I have to read it all lest I feel like a bad friend the next time we talk even though my reading it is probably detrimental to our relationship because of my increasing levels of annoyance. I mean, who do these people think they are?? Thank God this is anonymous. I get completely different feelings when I read foxes though. Sometimes it's as if there is no connection between his real life and what he writes here. I mean, the law school stuff you can believe as far as I know, but consider most of what he writes having to do with the opposite sex fiction.
Anyhow, if you have any ideas for better things to write about... or have a burning question about foxes that only a sister could know... or you wonder what life could be like without blogs and anything having to do with law school other than a brother who is applying... or need eBaying advice, send it on... for now I will include a pic I took of foxes in action when we were both at home on break not too long ago.
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March 20, 2005
I'm Off
This ends my stint as guest blogger. Two posts and one resounding fuck you in the comments. I won't lie, that hurt.
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March 18, 2005
I Ask You
Let’s throw out a hypothetical. In high school and college there are those people who let their own feelings of inadequacy get in the way of accomplishing what they want to or what you know they are capable of. During those years, there’s an element of societal sympathy towards these people. Its the loss of potential because of having been raised a certain way in a certain environment that stripped you of what could have been, through little fault of your own and its only yourself being hurt by it. Unfortunately, such people are aware of this general sympathy and so might subconsciously indulge in it to relieve some of the hurt they otherwise feel. Sometimes it’s a cycle; try hard (obsessively even), perceive failure, lose struggle to continue, indulge, then back again. It’s inefficient and detrimentally discontinuous. When this goes on for eight years, it becomes a subtly ingrained, self-destructive coping mechanism. Then say you graduate and get a job. There’s an abrupt change. You now have responsibility and any loss of function because of your feelings of inadequacy doesn’t just affect you, but affects others as well. And so, societal sympathies seem to do a 180 on you. You’re an adult and are entirely responsible for who you are. Unfortunately, eight years or more of habit don’t change quite as quickly with circumstances… And now you also have to deal with the fact that the things about yourself that make you miserable are also hurting others. There’s more to overcome, with an added sense of urgency to overcome it, and no bastion of sympathy to escape in.
But what happens if instead of getting a job you go to law school (you) or medical school (me)? The process is prolonged (perpetuated?), yet the abrupt responsibility may be exponentially more. What do you think?
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Apology
Dear Avid Readers of Foxes,
Sorry for disappointing you by not posting yet, however I promise to disappoint you later today by posting.
I Hate Myself,
Deepal
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March 15, 2005
the future, wouldn't that be nice?
without first asking for their permission, this will be the guest blogging schedule until my triumphant return next sunday.
wednesday through saturday: diseasepal
sunday through wednesday: foxes' sister
thursday through sunday: janet
of course, it's a high honor to be chosen to guest blog for foxes, and much like an acceptance to yale law school, few are foolish enough to refuse. don't disappoint.
background on the authors:
diseasepal: well into june of last year, diseasepal wilted on the waitlists of three medical schools with no offers. he admitted in the most private of confidences that he was beginning to consider male prostitution or even teaching. eventually, one school took notice of his relationship with foxes and now diseasepal is pushing his agenda of self-immolation upon medical students throughout the northeast.
foxes' sister: the product of a broken home, foxes' sister often had to deal with argumentative parents and an impish brother whose prodigious musical abilities were matched only by the gale-wind force of his personality. ultimately, she escaped to san antonio where she upped her ebay rating to an incredible 34539869584, all without one negative feedback.
janet: her charmed life only truly began when she met foxes in the fall of 2002. having long languished in the company of inferior intellects, janet immediately recognized foxes' affliction for what it was: elephantiasis of the brain, both metaphorically and literally. somewhere therein, she began operating the website escapingwords.com, known in academic circles as "the cutest site in the blog-o-sphere".
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March 14, 2005
a grand don't come for free
foxes sends his thanks out to adverseeffect and gotham for letting him know that they were rolling in the big bucks from duke law. both received offers surpassing $20k over the three years, while foxes has been languishing in a big pile of nuttin' honey.
so today, i gave the duke people a call. once i dropped the a-bomb ("admitted student"), they became very helpful. turns out, in typical irresponsible foxes fashion, i didn't fill out the scholarship form. (i think i missed it because the form can't be submitted via lsac; and, i'm an idiot.)
is foxes.bluespot.org becoming excessively dull? yes, but as they say, the devil is in the details. ahahah ha aha hahah hoh hoh ooho ho hehe ehhehe...
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March 13, 2005
fix up, look sharp
heraclitus said you can't put your foot in the same river twice. why? because the water's not the same the second time around. but, also, in addition—the foot has changed as well. i grew this weird fungus on my big toe because i've been wearing the same pair of socks for weeks.
as such, i'm getting a bit bored with my own schtick. i didn't write anything about the huge binder georgetown law sent me, because i couldn't think of anything sufficiently amusing to say. yes, the binder was that boring. i do, however, plan on using the georgetown law notepad when i'm at another school. my friend, a transfer away from georgetown undergrad writes: "Don't go to Georgetown. Or, go to Georgetown, but if you less-than-love it, don't say I didn't warn you."
duke law also called me twice. the first girl was awhile back. i liked her bite; she showed some pro-duke aggressiveness, arguing effectively for duke's small class size whose benefits manifest themselves in duke's intimate atmosphere. career services people know her name, she's tight with professors, and she knows all of the gossip on mickey, mallory, and neef, hey!
the second girl who called me from duke law did so from the asian something-or-other student association. i asked her creepy questions like, "what's the asian student male-to-female ratio?" and, "what are you wearing?"
but i did get her to ask a burning question. since all of the law students that have contacted me representing schools have been girls, i've been wondering whether the schools purposefully match male admits with female recruiters. the answer was, no, you've just been lucky. she picked me to call because we shared the same alma mater. of course, she graduated when i was a senior in high school, still thinking everyday about how to beat my model-cum-french-teacher in arm wrestling.
my friend euphrates has ruined me by giving me a free month trial to netflix. it's only sunday and i've already watched three movies: the believer, the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie, and goodbye dragon inn. i will thank euphrates properly but not leaving my room for a month.
outside of that, i do have some big big big plans for the rest of the month. this wednesday, i'm starting my spring break early and driving to nyc. that evening, i'll be going to a duke law minority students cocktail soiree with the charming janet, whose taste in blawgs is impeccable. the next day, i'm flying out to michigan for their admitted students weekend. saturday afternoon, i'm jetting down to durham to see my cousin who will be getting married in august and also duke law while i'm at it. that tuesday, upon my return to nyc, i'll try to crash the michigan nyc reception at simpson thacher & bartlett. then, it's bumming around nyc for the rest of the week. of course, i'll be reporting on all of this for popular consumption.
if any of you would like to kick it during any of these periods of time, you could play "spot the foxes" in lawyer's club; just look out for the most sheepishly underdressed, horribly lanky, shaggy-haired skinny-bones you can see (friends: how else would you describe me?). if anyone comes up to me and says, "are you foxes?" they will get the grand prize in the form of a hearty handshake and a broad smile. if that person is not me, you must stop, brace yourself, and shriek like a banshee in the middle of the event. i will find you, slap your putrid face, and demand satisfaction.
to make it easier, just drop me an email or a comment below and i'll email you my phone number and you can phone me at your discretion. i trust that only a small percentage of this site's readers wish me terrible harm, and even fewer will have the guts to carry it through. realizing it will be somewhat weird to call someone you don't know, i'll answer the phone completely cheery and i'll act like we've been chums since forever. so, have at it, ya big lug!
UPDATE: granddaddy souf writes—
dont forget your ENORMOUS HEAD
although that would give you away
which reminds me of a story. i played the cello in the fifth and sixth grades, and i was such a superstar (with an awesome vibrato!) that i took lessons at the junior high. i was waiting in the lobby when the biggest nerd in the class three years older than me comes up to me and says, "your head is proportionally too big for your body."
i stood in stunned silence.
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March 10, 2005
hugs and kisses, i hope this helps
the folks over at xoxo are having a banner week. first, they were called out over at the volokh conspiracy for some racists threads (volokh also posts xoxo's response). yet none of this deters xoxo's very own anthony ciolli from posting a draft of his law school firm placement study. for those of you disinclined on reading this sixty-three page leviathan, the rankings follow.
1. Chicago
2. Harvard
3. Columbia
4. NYU
5. Virginia
6. Michigan
7. Northwestern
8. Yale
9. Penn
10. Stanford
personally, i stopped frequenting xoxo a month or two ago because i think i've extracted all of the potentially salient information that i could, and now, reading it usually just makes me sorta depressed. after all, it's mostly fairly bright people, mired in utter inanity. if dorian gray has taught us anything, it's that there's nothing so terrifying as the reflection of your own rotting visage. and that the league of extraordinary gentlemen sucked.
xoxo, hth
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March 09, 2005
foxes for now featuring the game
since foxes isn't getting any fun in the mail, he's gonna make his own. i know, i know, you probably got all excited thinking that one of the nicest emcees in hip hop was going to freestyle on this here blog. no, it's better than that. endtroducing... the game.
below are photos of the three guest bloggers thus far, bronc-combo, euphrates, and granddaddy souf (chronologically). the first person that can match each guest blogger to his picture while giving sufficiently amusing reasoning will receive a stunning grand prize package including: postcards from ut law, postcards from georgetown law, a georgetown law keychain, a used duke law lens wipe, a personalized congratulatory note from foxes hisself, and much, much more! post your contest submissions in the comments section. (note: if you know anyone of these people in real life, you aren't eligible to win the contest; however, you're still eligble to stalk them down and kick over their sandcastles.) in no particular order:
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March 08, 2005
yeah i sampled your blog, you was usin' it wrong
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
since the blawg-o-sphere is so seemingly obsessed with the every movement of professor brian "cigarette" leiter, i post his letter to admitted students here. discuss.
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March 07, 2005
michigan law groupies unite!
my source from inside the michigan law admissions office tells me that a contingent of prospective students will be staying at the executive residence, located at 710 east university, arriving sometime shortly after 3pm on the 17th, so to get autographs you're probably going to need to get there early, like 1ish. i know there's going to be a ton of people waiting around so i'm planning on camping out the night before to assure myself a good view and i'm going to make a sign that says, "foxes roxes!!" because foxes is my favorite admit. god, he's so sexy!! i think most blawggers basically try to fuck bitches who are smart and try to keep them around so they can learn shit. i'm like, so hot right now. that golden god! you can tell rolling stone magazine that my last words were... i'm on drugs!
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we gonna roll 'til the wheels fall off
foxes would like to thank his friend granddaddy souf for guest blogging in his stead. like most of us here at foxes.bluespot.org, my boy granddaddy more than likely came off as hard to the core, but, also like the rest of us, he's a total softie on the inside. during his junior year of high school, he fell madly in love with a tiny little blonde girl who had small mountains of dirt in her front yard and wore a masking-tape dress to prom. he's been chasing her ghost ever since.
foxes congratulates granddaddy souf for his admittance into medical school and sends his appreciation to his partner-in-crime for showing the blawg-o-sphere how the guest blogging game is done.
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March 06, 2005
adieu
The time has come where Mr. Rodgers (aka Granddaddy Souf) takes his sweater off and puts his sport coat back on. That's right, the show's over. It's been fun, for me anyway. I feel like a substitute teacher saying so long. Wake up from your naps littl'uns. Your bad dream is over, back to class, back to miss foxes.
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March 05, 2005
to wrestle or not to wrestle
As an assistant resident head at The University of Chicago, I often find myself entangled in the interminable throes of worthless, petty disagreements. For example, people argue about Plato and Marx and Hume, and yes, even about Francis Bacon (who by the way wrote Shakespeare's plays). Today, however, over brunch, some of my housemates brought up quite the topic. One of the freshmen in my house is a varsity wrestler here. He is a quirky fellow, as most of us are here at The U of C, and he brought up the fact that it would make him uncomfortable to competitively wrestle a homosexual. The rest of my colleagues at the table took immediate exception to this. They asked if he wanted to throw homosexuals in their own separate schools and let them have their own water fountains. They wondered how being black and being gay were two different things. All the while, the chum stood his ground. He said that there was a homoerotic aspect to wrestling that couldn't exist if real homosexuals competed. I'm not so sure about this, but, what I am sure about is that something I've found, growing up in a small, conservative, southern, black hole-like town is that people North of The Mason-Dixon Line pride themselves on open-mindedness. It's almost, I mean, it is pretentious, and I've found that liberals are walking paradoxes. They are steadfast, have strong opinions and are unwavering. All of this is allowed, to each his own. Yet, this is not the essence of a liberal, or is it? Are we supposed to tell people what to do or how to think? If a straight person is uncomfortable rubbing his sweaty, barely clothed body against a homosexual, I for one say that that is okay. The argument ended nicely when I reminded them that they were all stupid. The liberal should know better, and the kid that's scared can stay scared but must realize that being scared isn't always the way. This seems to have turned into a bit of a lecture. Well, I think that I should go find foxes so that we can go play football in our cool striped uniforms and mustaches.
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March 04, 2005
how we do
We have gotten so close, and I never leave the morning after without at least saying goodbye. The lucky ones get breakfast in bed. I suppose it’s time to let y’all know more about myself (and perhaps about foxes as well).
There are so many stories that Granddaddy Souf could tell about foxes. foxes made beautiful, former models cry, but they always came back for more. He was also quite the accomplished athlete, making opponents cry on the soccer field. If foxes didn’t like you, you knew it, because an AA battery would hit you in the head, and you would cry. A lover of fruit and of big-heartedness, foxes himself has never cried and he won’t tell you that he’s come close. One day, when I start trying, and when foxes’ body grows enough to support his enormous head, we will take over the world…expected starting date: fall 2005.
It’s true that Granddaddy Souf did not have the best grades. He had fun in college. He had women, he had booze, and he had rock and roll. While the little ugly girls at The University of Chicago sat in the Regenstein, I sat in a hot tub. They will go to medical school or law school or bum school, and so will I. What is Granddaddy Souf’s secret? The trick is, show them that you are smart enough, and show them the potential for more. How did I do this? First thing’s first, do well on your MCAT, LSAT or BUMSAT. This should be easy for those of you ugly girls. Second, you have to wow them with great personal statements. I’ve included a sample essay that I wrote. Note the sincerity. It’s perfect, so take notes.
My hero is Luis Hernandez. He has long blonde hair and was a famous soccer player. I saw him at Disney World once, but he did not say hi to me because he was too busy with his kids. I did get to say hi to Mickey Mouse though. My brother's nickname is Mickey and we make fun of him about it. Luis Hernandez persevered through hard times in Mexico. He was orphaned as a child and was raised by nuns. He never let anything get in his way and always reached for the stars. If accepted into St. Johns I will reach for the stars just like the incomparable Luis Hernandez. GOOOOOOOOAAAALLLL!
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March 03, 2005
Move over The Game
The new man in town, Granddaddy Souf. Holla at your boy, 50 Cent! I'm loyal until death do us part. I enjoy crisp sunlight warming my cheeks, a cool pina colada, wading in the remnants of giant waves, and not to worry I love to bust caps. 50, we were meant for eachother. Can't you see?
I got scars in places you didn't know existed. I don't sweat it though. I be who I be, and I was who I was. Reminds me of a t-shirt I saw earlier today: The University of Chicago - If it were easy, It'd be your mom!
Why are you always so anxious to grow up and get into medical school or law school or bum school? It never ends. If you haven't figured it out by now, you never will. But I guess that's why you are still reading this, for knowledge beyond your own. Don't take that the wrong way faithful readers. It's not me, it's you. I know exactly what I mean to say and what you need to hear. It's a secret foxes taught me called, I OWNZ!! One time, in middle school, I watched a girl lip-sync to Vanessa Williams (Save The Best For Last). I fell madly in love with her. I saw her a few years later and I laughed at myself. Money doesn't grow on trees but that doesn't mean it's hard to come by if you really want it.
You got your stuff you packed your bags
You checked your things made sure you had
Everything you need
Don't leave home without everything you need. 50, I need you.
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March 02, 2005
foxes for now featuring granddaddy souf
foxes for now welcomes granddaddy souf to guest blog until sunday while foxes entertains an old friend. of course, guests visiting foxes expect the high life—the finest cheeses, haute couture, an endless buffet of women—and accordingly, foxes goes the extra mile to deliver.
but not to fear: grandaddy souf's resume is a laundry list of academia's most prestigious accomplishments: captain, snatch fc; childhood friend of foxes; university of chicago broomball champion. maybe he will share his insight on how he got admitted to medical school with a subterranean gpa; maybe he will tell stories of life with foxes at age 10; or maybe he will just talk about luis hernandez. stay tuned to find out!
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March 01, 2005
eats, shoots & leaves: an eternal golden braid
after putting me on hold, chicago whistles a bar of muzak, then writes:
We invite you to supplement your application with a two to three page essay on one of the following topics: (1) Should the Supreme Court consider public opinion in deciding whether a state's prohibition of same-sex marriage violates the Constitution? (2) Who should sentence criminal offenders—judges, juries, or someone else? or (3) Reactions you have to a book that is a current or recent (fiction or nonfiction) best-seller.
earlier today, i began to pen the essay that will get me into chicago. of course, i decided that this was not to be a mere application essay. no, my reactions to eats, shoots & leaves are not mired in the petty bourgeois concerns of my peers. this will be an epic statement, i decided, of randian proportions. but grand ideas are not without humble beginnings, and so follows my modest introduction. as shakira would say, "my breasts are small and humble, so you don't confuse them with mountains."
When Kurt Gödel hit the scene in the 1930s, he completely revolutionized academia’s view on punctuation. His incompleteness theorem stood to be immortalized forever by that ingenious formulation: “This comma, cannot be proven.” Lynne Truss maintains Gödel’s legacy through her effervescent British bestseller, Eats, Shoots & Leaves. Inevitably, she concludes, one cannot prove the veracity of one’s own use of punctuation; however, Truss, in the tradition of Gödel, ultimately advocates punctuation as an instrument for clarifying meaning, tied to tradition but not entirely encumbered by it, forward-looking while not completely decadent.
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