Saturday, May 31, 2008

May 30th 2008: Raising the Bar

Since last week my days have been nearly uncontrollably exciting, but today, man! Today was on another level. First of all, I got a text message at 8:20am that went like this: "Hurry up man...we lost the battle of the seats...couldn't save you one." Can you imagine a more horrific beginning to a friday morning than waking up to the realization that you may not be able to sit in the very very very front of your bar review class? (As a side note, the battle of the seats is shaping up to be really intense. My friends have an inexplicable, yet mildly admirable desire to get to class 1 hour early in order to get front row seats. I, on the other hand, figured that they can "save" me a seat and thus, I can enjoy an entire extra hour of recuperation. Boy, was I wrong. I was painfully unaware that seat-saving and its related political nuances are not confined to elementary school cafeterias. The individuals who share our table take great issue with the fact that I can enjoy the great privilege of sharing a spot on the lecturer's lap without having to endure the toils of waking up at dawn.) After I received the message and hit snooze on my alarm, I convinced myself that sitting further than 3 feet away from the stage is not going to be my downfall in July. So, I strolled into class a reasonable 15 minutes early and found myself a cozy seat near the back. I was amazed to realize that the people back there are not only real, but that they are also very nice! I immediately was able to partake in a great food exchange program. I was very pleased to notice that the person to my left enthusiastically accepted my offer of Famous Amos cookies. As a matter of fact, she agreed to eat 2 cookies! I tried offering a third cookie (the final one in the bag), but despite my best efforts, she stayed true to the "i won't eat your last cookie because I just met you" philosophy on sharing. She was nice enough to reciprocate; she offered me a piece of her orange (that was already peeled and sliced inside of a ziplock bag!). She even gave me some insights into it's health benefits. "Lots of Vitamin C", she said. The oranges looked particularly tasty, so I obliged her request (despite the fact that my fingers were going to get all sticky and i was going to have to discreetly wipe my hands on the seat). This friendly reciprocity went on until 4:50pm, at which point we all begrudgingly tore ourselves away from the 8 hour party I like to call Constitutional Law.

Next, I made it to my nephews piano recital (above). He did a great job, playing "Skating on the Pond" by Dittenhaver. I have no idea who this Dittenhaver person is, but i'll be sure to drop his name if I'm ever invited to a stuffy cheese party at an art gallery. To celebrate my nephews impressive achievement we went to CPK where we admired the wide array of decorative pizza boxes on the walls (truly one of the most bizarre design concepts i've ever come across).




To say my day was amazing would be an understatement of epic proportions. All subsequent days will forever be in the shadow of May 30, 2008.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Quote of the Day

Something strange happened this evening. Let me preface. For those of you who know me, you're well aware that during a deep/philosophical life conversation I spare no opportunity to insert a "plant analogy". For those of you who are wondering what this wonderful quoted phrase refers to, well, brace yourselves...it refers to some correlation between some aspect of life and the plant kingdom (usually a fruit-bearing tree, or, if I'm especially on my game I'll mention a bush, vegetable, or even a lowly (disenfranchised) plant, such as a weed.) I use these analogies because, let's face it, they are perfect. We are just like trees. Tonight, I was engaged in one of the above-referenced conversations and like a beacon in the night, a "plant analogy" opportunity presented itself. I exclaimed the following gem: "if you forget to water a plant it will grow weak no matter how valid your reason was for neglecting it." I was using this analogy to explain the doctrine of unintended consequences (special thanks to barbri for the vernacular). As I continued with my marvelous analogy my counterpart said, with deeply disturbing conviction, "Ashkan, you are not a plant." I know what you're thinking, and it goes without saying, but i'll say it anyways: how could anyone say such a thing? Upon brief reflection I've realized that there is absolutely no merit to this statement. I've attached photographic evidence to dispel any uncertainty. Case closed.