Aphids, Octopi and Affiliated Issues
With nearly three months of silence, it seems that whatever i post here next ought to be monumentally important. Unfortunately, i am fresh out of monumentally important ideas or events, so this is bound to be a disappointment. There's the disclaimer. Current Music:
In the past three months or so of my existence, a few things have changed. I've become a quasi-permanent resident of Minnesota, a status solidified when i finally felt settled enough to warrant acquiring a bed. This is a false symbol, because i know that if i decide to leave these cities of Twin I have a sister who would happily take this new and fluffy bed, but i held off on making a purchase til i'd decided i wasn't moving to Boston tomorrow. I may still move to Boston, but probably not tomorrow.
In October, I became a member of the Minnesota Bar. They made us recite an oath that no one could hear, so i think my new buddy Jamie might have committed to protect the aphids from the octopi. The audience, proud parents and dragged-along siblings alike found our apparent collective inability to recall the oath most amusing. It seems that this is the downside to being an attorney (aside from the having to be an attorney): the whole world derives satisfaction from real or perceived inadequacies. Fortunately, this trend has subsided, though i imagine that if i was to start signing my name with Esquire or regularly revealing this questionable affiliation, the harassment would be an ongoing problem.
Amanda Palmer - In A Manner of Speaking