| He's baaaaaaaaaack |
[Mar. 8th, 2005|03:55 pm] |
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| | Could you be loved - Bob Marley | ] |
To mark my return to livejournal world (my god, has it been 2 months???)...
Ten things I've done that you haven't
1. Fractured my skull playing baseball and played the next day
2. Watched live as Matt Cooke tied up a playoff game with less than five seconds left....twice. (okay, Jas has done this too)
3. Drank myself silly in Franz Kafka's childhood home
4. Birdied #14 at Furry Creek (made famous by Happy Gilmore)
5. Eaten five lobsters in a single sitting
6. Participated in a sweatlodge ceremony
7. Given two graduating addresses
8. Spent a night on the streets of Florence, trying not to get raped and murdered (not necessarily in that order)
9. Been to every city over 50,000 people in Canada
10. Danced with the devil in the pale moonlight |
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| My role model is three years younger than me |
[Jan. 12th, 2005|04:49 pm] |
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When I was 17, I went to Saskatoon for the National Debating Championships. Why? Because I'm a big geek. When I was there, I met a lot of amazing people. One of the people I met was Jamie Furniss, who at that time was a 4 foot tall 14 year old from the Yukon that never shut up. I thought he was fantastic. Turns out, I was right.
As ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) the_tlg wrote last week, Jamie went off and won the World Debating Championships in Malaysia this Christmas. That's a huge achievement, as no Canadian team had won it since 1991. In the finals, he and his partner faced a couple of very close friends of mine (yay Mikey and Jo!), of whom I am extremely proud.
On his way home, Jamie took a detour. I'll let the Globe and Mail finish the story: Jamie's Story
The real reason I'm writing about this is because Jamie made a post on the debate-geek message board that has really affected me. I wish I could be more like this, and I hope his experiences will change the way I react when things happen in a far off corner of the world. Please read this, if you can. Some parts are quite graphic, it is unfortunately not for the faint of heart. ( Jamie's post ) |
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| Dayum |
[Jan. 11th, 2005|08:58 pm] |
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So, I got my last three marks back today. Here is the final tally:
(I'm not doing this to brag. Honest. You'll just have to take my word that I would have also posted these if they had all sucked. There just would have been more sobbing and attempts to take my own life.)
Crim: A-
Torts: A
Constitutional: A
Law, Legislation and Policy: A
Property: A
Contracts: B+
WoooooooooooooohooooooooooooOOOOOO!
The key will be to keep this going for next semester, but it will definitely help my summer job prospects to have these marks in the bank. I'm absolutely flabbergasted by the LLP mark. That's the exam I thought I bombed, which is worth 100% of my grade in that course. I keep looking at the little sheet of paper expecting my mark to change. As of yet, it hasn't. There's still time. =) |
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| !!! |
[Jan. 6th, 2005|03:57 pm] |
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Law 104 - Criminal Law Process
Goal mark: A-
Expected mark: B+
Class average: 72 (B/B-)
Actual mark: 82.5%, A-
Law 108A - Torts
Goal mark: B+
Expected mark: B
Class average: 70% (B-)
Actual mark: 88%, A
Maybe I can do this after all....
Constitutional comes out tomorrow, and the rest will be next week, presumably. Fingers crossed!
Refusing to get overconfident,
Greg
PS: I loooove this little guy's "giddy" face. |
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| We're all getting older, and life is beautiful |
[Dec. 26th, 2004|12:09 am] |
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There it is.
I've finally got the feeling. I'm sitting with the fire going, SNL on in the background, a comfy new sweater keeping me nice and warm, flipping through a new book and munching on a Toblerone the size of my fucking arm. And I feel happy.
I always get this feeling on Christmas...almost without fail. It's a steaming helping of satisfaction and contentedness, with little bursts of giddy thrown in. Maybe it's the family time, maybe it's the presents (I'm a good little capitalist I am), maybe it's the turkey. I was worried about this year, because the feeling was late in coming. I found myself crashing out after exams, and as soon as I woke up from my three day sleep I had to start and finish my Christmas shopping. Though it's embarassing to admit, I've been having recurring nightmares about getting bad marks on my exams. Even the typical Christmas-y things that get me in a happy seasonal mood (Stanley Park train, watching little kids open presents) weren't working. Did law school actually stamp out my ability to be happy?
Nope, the feeling is back. I still love my life.
I won't subject everyone to a blow by blow recap of my vacation, but there are a few highlights that I'd like to share (for posterity more than anything, I like writing about things that make me happy so I have something to read when I'm feeling sorry for myself...nobody has the right to be sad with the wonderful people that I have in my life).
The past week brought annual "dressy" dinners with Jaz's friends (though I'm happy to consider a large number of them my friends as well) and my friends (who she is quite happy to keep as "my friends" instead of "our friends). These dinners always make me feel old and mature, in a good way. It's been fun to watch the progression from costume party to legitimate outing. The first dinner with my friends was in 1997, and it was clear to anyone watching that we were just a bunch of punks dressed in cheap suits and prom dresses. Now, it *almost* seems like we belong.
Dressy dinner reminds me that I have a caring, wonderful and hilarious group of friends. It also also allows me to take stock of where they are in their lives, and where I am in mine. This past year has been a big one in many ways. Aaron is in a (gasp!) functional relationship, and has a "real" job with an engineering firm in North Van. He'll probably be moving out and buying a car in the spring. I'm very happy for him, and I hope that Michelle and his new job will make him happy. Chris is back in school, and the top student in his program to the surprise of everyone but me. When you drop out of university and spend 3 years working construction, drinking and smoking, it's easy to surround yourself with people who have no idea that you're a genious. I'm proud of him for going back, and I'm glad that the last three years haven't ruined his booksmarts. Michelle and Alison are moving in together next week...I hear the liquor store near their apartment is adding a new wing. Rob and Sharon are still together (2+ years now?), which is great for both of them. I like couples that bring out the best in each other. Sharon is studying to be a legal assistant, and she seemed to like my idea that we open our own firm together. Allen and Mah. Sounds great, no? Kaitlyn is living in Vegas with her boyfriend Jon, and applying to grad schools. She'll likely end up at Tufts or Columbia, having pounded the GRE into submission earlier this fall. She's going back to Vegas in February, and I bet the next time she comes "home" she'll have a ring on her finger. Evan brought his girlfriend Robyn, who seems very nice. I'm even willing to forgive her red hair (Evan dated a red-headed hose beast a couple of years ago, and I've been forever scarred).
I also love the World Juniors. Hockey is like crack fucking cocaine, and I've been having withdrawal fits for months. Everyone is talking up this junior team as the best ever. I'm not so sure about that, they've got a long way to go to beat the 1995 Red Deer team. That team was absolutely dominant from beginning to end. They didn't just win, they crushed the other teams....breaking their will in the process. This team looks pretty good, but they had a sloppy game today against the Slovaks. If there's any benefit to having a Sutter coach the team (and that is debatable), it's that he won't stand for sloppy play. Expect them to blitz the shit out of the poor unsuspecting Finns on Monday. This tournament is also special because I get to watch Sidney Crosby. He's the fastest guy on the ice, with the best shot and a vision on the ice that rivals some of the greatest players in history. Fun, fun, fun to watch. It's not fair to throw comparisons at him (though he passes like Gretzky...shhhhh...), but I get the giddy feeling that I'm watching history when I see him play. And not shitty "look how good Eric Lindros is when he's pushing around 5 foot Belarussians" history, but "that Bure kid is going to change the way we play the game" history.
This year was Peyton Michele Robinson's first Xmas. That's Jasmine's niece. It was very neat to see her marvelling at her new gifts (she's only four months, so it's likely just the colour of the paper that gets her). Better still, I got to see Geraldine and Ryan fawn over her for the last two days. They're really great parents. I particularly like to watch Ryan...something about a dad who really loves his little daughter gets me every time. He made a DVD of Peyton's first Xmas for Jas's parents, it was very cute. I really, really want kids.
Xmas dinner was a family and friends affair. My aunt won the prize for stupidest comment of the night, when she was talking to Jasmine about Jasmine's family heritage, and then pulled out: "I went to Bali once. All the beaches were dirty, cuz...y'know...it's a third world country." She's not Indonesian. Not even close. Funny, nobody has ever heard that my family is from the British Isles and responded with "I went to Denmark once".
My cousin Katherine brought her new fiance to dinner, who I hadn't met before. She's only 20, and is on fiance #2, which is a pretty big red flag. The last one was a spoiled rich little sociopath. This one, however, is a keeper. She played varsity volleyball at Ole Miss before moving to a school in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Before leaving Ole Miss, she was smart enough to get involved with Chris. They've been together for two years, and he proposed earlier this week. Chris seems like a special guy, very soft spoken and affectionate, and impossibly polite (he calls people "sir" and "ma'am", just like the movies!). And, I can talk football with him. He's the starting center for the Ole Miss football team (think Eli Manning), which means he knows a hell of a lot more than me, but he's kind enough to dumb it down so I can feel like I know what I'm talking about.
And, my extended family apparently managed to make it through an entire dinner without making a stupid or ignorant comment about the fact that he's a) American or b) black. There were some comments about how everything is all fucked up "down there", but he seemed to take it in good humour. My family isn't racist or close-minded at all, they're just pretty sheltered in the way they view the world. It's also largely generational too...Jas and I have talked for hours about the way her "Asianness" is dealt with by my grandfather, my parents and my sister. They all love her and treat her well, but it's interesting to watch how the varying generations treat cultural differences.
Last but not least....the real kicker that made me so smiley was the fact that my friend Colin in Halifax is engaged. He proposed last night (the smooth devil), and I just got the email today. Colin moved to Halifax in 1996, so it sounds goofy when I say that I miss him being a regular part of my life, but I really do. Tasha must be an amazing girl for him to voluntarily hang up his spurs (the notches in his belt have notches in them). And it's a Cape Breton wedding!!!! Destructive alcoholism, here I come!
Merry Christmas everybody. |
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| Stress is when you wake up screaming and then realize you haven't fallen asleep yet |
[Dec. 7th, 2004|05:44 pm] |
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| | Tracey Byrd: Ten Rounds with Jose Cuervo | ] |
That's my friend Kirsten's MSN name. She goes to the University of Ottawa. Ain't first year law grand???
In all honesty, things are going much better than when I last posted. Topaz is home and fine, if a little drugged up. My second exam went fairly well, so I'm feeling my mojo again. Tomorrow morning is criminal law, and I've got a bitching outline ready to go. Today's been really productive, even though my study buddies are in love with our prof and keep allowing things to go off track. For example, I received this email from my friend Emily today:
"I think you’re right about the quote from iocobucci….but that’s basically what the whole thing is about. Some judges are more about the “repute” of justice. As Professor Ben said in our last class, the justice system must be SEEN to be doing justice. But on the other hand is Iacobucci’s statement that we must uphold the ends of justice no matter what. Nonetheless, in Professor Ben’s web exercise on exclusion of evidence he includes the seriousness of the crime in his list of factors for part three. And so I will too. =)
When Professor Ben and I get married, should it be a spring or summer wedding??? What should be our theme colours?"
Fantasmic.
PS: The little emotion dude doesn't look rejuvenated at all. Not one bit! |
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| What a day... |
[Dec. 3rd, 2004|09:15 pm] |
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1) I'm pretty convinced I tanked my exam this morning. Time will tell, and I'm trying not to worry about it, but I screwed up the entire third question and half of the second question on a three question test. It wasn't stuff I didn't know, it was just situations in the facts I didn't pick up. Even worse, they were simple fact patterns that in hindsight seem completely obvious.
Oh well, at least this was only a) the only exam that counts (it's a one semester course), and b) worth 100% of my grade.
2) On the home front, my dog was hit by a car this afternoon. Apparently it just clipped her, and she should be fine, but I'm really worried. She's staying at the vet tonight with a couple of broken toes and some cuts and bruises. She's always had bad hip problems (all golden retrievers do), and I really hope this doesn't make them worse.
So I've spent my entire post-exam day napping, rehashing the test in my mind, thinking about Topaz and generally feeling sorry for myself. All in all, a fantastic way to prepare for the five exams I have in the next 12 days. |
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| 12 days....6 exams...300 pages of outline. Apportez-ca! |
[Dec. 2nd, 2004|02:09 am] |
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| | Ben Harper - Redemption Song | ] |
In two weeks, this will all be over.
I will have a normal life again, if only for 21 days.
I will have either received validation that I can in fact do this, or I will have an excuse to go back to Starbucks begging for my old job.
I will never have to take Law, Legislation and Policy again.
My mind will never again be troubled with such burning questions as: do mushrooms count as vegetables?
I will stop whining. Promise-womise.
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Check out Jasmine's conference! www.ted.com
She's either working on a huge conference featuring Bono, the Governator and Sarah McLachlin, or she's spending 32 hours a week with a guy named Ted...and going to California to "do Ted" in February. (shudder) |
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| It's the little things... |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|01:37 am] |
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| | Personal Jesus - Johnny Cash | ] |
Something neat happened today. I like neat things, so I'll write about it.
LLP (Law, Legislation and Policy) continues to be the bane of my existence. The exam is in five days, and I've been having a hell of a time working through the material and coming up with a sensible outline for the course. So, this evening I was in a foul mood as I read through the Ontario Mushroom Co. case for the fifth time. This case involves a 20 page decision determining whether or not mushrooms qualify as "vegetables". 20 pages. And I'm paying $4,000 a semester for the privilege of reading it.
So I was grumbling and snarling to myself, when Mike came online and started talking to me. After a couple of minutes, he asked if he could call me (mr. high and mighty with his free long distance). To put this in context, I don't think I've talked to Mike on the phone once since he moved to Toronto a year and a half ago. He called and we talked for about half an hour. It wasn't particularly deep or spiritually uplifting, but it was exactly what I needed at that time. Even though we basically just yakked about mutual friends and the softcore porn series that he and his roomies are obsessed with, it made me very happy. He's one of my favourite people. Best of all, I could bitch and moan about law school to my heart's content. Being a second year law student, he's the wizened old man who can answer all my questions and allay all my fears....which is funny because he's about 12 years old.
I just remembered that Mike actually reads this thing, so now I feel like a blubbering twit. I suppose I'll retreat back to boy world, where affection is shown solely through manly slaps on the back and even manlier noogies.
Thanks Mike. (slap) (noogie)
Jas starts a new job tomorrow. It's a big one. She's managed to fill the wedding lull in the winter with a four month contract position at a corporate events firm. It's the perfect job for her right now, and it's great for her career. I just hope that they treat her well. The company sounds great, if a little sketchy. They told her they would be sending her a contract last week, and have now decided that she'll get it when she reports for duty tomorrow morning. If this is their way to sneak a $6/hour wage under her nose, I will not be impressed. Having worked in corporate events before, I'm overly suspicious of everything this company says. I guess that's natural when you worked for a company that knocked the monthly wage down by $400 at the interview and ended up working you so many hours that you were making $4.51/hour by the end. But that's okay...I made it all back in the box of pens I "liberated" on my last day. OCR, baby, OCR!
I think the reason I've been so hesitant to write in this journal is because my life feels so mundane and routine these days. I miss Jas...I miss my dog...law school is hard...Victoria is growing on me...my housemate annoys me...I like tea...poker is fun. That's it. That's my life. But, I think I've finally come to grips with the fact that nobody has to read this if they don't want to. It's my journal, fuckers! So I'm going to post every useless, mundane event in my life. Ha! |
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| Me too! I totally have gigantism |
[Nov. 9th, 2004|04:05 pm] |
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| | A whispered Korean cellphone conversation in the next carrel | ] |
The comedy is flowing again. Check out Kim Jong Il's livejournal. The man himself. The illinator.
There have been a number of experiences and developments in the life of Greg since last we talked. This law school thing doesn't leave me much time to take stock of my life and how I'm feeling, so hopefully livejournal can act as my Dr. Phil. I apologize in advance for all of the navel gazing and self-referential bullshit that you may be exposed to by reading this stuff.
The election.
What can I say that hasn't already been said? I really, really thought that Kerry was going to do it. This is possibly because Tim , one of my most politically astute friends, had predicted a Kerry win. Well, it turns out that Tim's "gut instincts" are worth about as much as his future degree from UBC Law. Nothin'.
As I've said many times, I didn't really become vehemently anti-Bush until recently. It rarely bothers me when political leaders make decisions that conflict with my values, unless they go against particular values that I hold to be important. Instead, I more often find myself upset by political leaders who make decisions that don't make logical sense. This is the arena that the Bush administration has plunged into over the past two or three years. After September 11th, nobody really knew how the US was *supposed* to react, so everyone just assumed that Bush's reaction was legitimate. Little did we know that Sept. 11th was going to spawn a series of policy developments that (surprise!) had nothing to do with Sept. 11th. What the Bush administration is doing and will continue to do makes no sense. That should be the greatest indictment of their reign in power. It makes no sense, and it's counter-productive.
Want to stop terrorism? Let's invade one of the few countries in the Middle East that does not actively sponsor terrorism (talk about pinning the tail on the wrong fucking donkey), and in our hamfisted handling of the country afterwards create enough fear and anger to spur on a thousand terrorist organisations in the future. Want to protect your own people from nuclear attack? Let's create a giant (untested and inefficient) missile defence shield, and in doing so withdraw from one of the few agreements that actually regulates nuclear weapons in the world. Want to unite the country? Let's create a fusion of politics and religion that infuriates half of the country and causes the other half to vote for you based on "core values" that shouldn't even be in the political arena in the first place.
It's just all so ridiculous, so theatrical. I'm tired of "modern politics". I'm tired of the bullshit trite campaign slogans that get repeated ad nauseum until they are taken as fact. I weep for the fact that political discourse has been taken down to the lowest common denominator of the dumbest voter. Perhaps it's an inclusionary tactic designed to involve everyone in the political process, but more likely it's because nearly every election is decided by the uneducated and the uninformed. It drives me crazy that the military record of a war veteran was openly questioned by a guy who spent the early 70's doing cocaine and dreaming about the day he could run the Texas Rangers into the ground. It scares me that the Republicans seem to have a monopoly on both security and family values, which are likely to own the American political landscape for the next 40 years. It's laughable that the people voting Republican on the basis of security are the same people who live in Bumblefuck, Montana and will never even see an Arab person, let alone a terrorist. It's sick that the Karl Rove strategy involved Cheney going around the country scaring the shit out of the people, and Bush offering them safety....if they elected him.
With all of this being said, I still believed that Kerry was going to pull it out up until the last votes were counted in Cuyahoga County, Ohio. Now he's got to go back to the crypt with his fellow zombies, subsisting on a diet of brains and ketchup for all eternity.
For a moment of levity in this rant, I refer you to the Onion:
Liberals Return to Sodomy, Welfare Fraud
BERKELEY, CA—No longer occupied by the 2004 election, liberals across the country have returned to the activities they enjoy most: anal sex and cheating the welfare system. "I've been so busy canvassing for the Democratic Party, I haven't had a single moment for suckling at the government's teat or no-holds-barred ass ramming," said Jason Carvelli, an unemployed pro-hemp activist. "Now, my friends and I can finally get back to warming our hands over burning American flags and turning kids gay." Carvelli added that his "number-one priority" is undermining the efforts of freedom-loving patriots everywhere.
Chef Tony
I loooove cooking. I really do. Last Saturday night was the weekly family gathering here in Victoria, and I had volunteered to cook. Things went well, even though it took me five freaking hours to slap together the meal. We had chicken and lamb souvlaki, homemade tzatziki, greek salad, pita, roasted potatos and peach cobbler. Everyone managed to make the requisite cooing noises about the food, and nobody keeled over at the dinner table, so I think it went well. After dinner we had a rousing game of Scattergories, where my large vocabulary and complete lack of scruples led me to the win. I now completely understand those cheesy board game commercials, where everyone is crowded together in the living room, making stupid faces and taking everything too seriously.
It was also an important weekend from a "family issue" perspective. I have a cousin with Asberger's Syndrome, which is best described as a high-functioning form of autism. As you might imagine, he has a lot of challenges dealing with people and fitting in during social gatherings. Some people were getting upset by his behaviour at these weekly gatherings, and the (completely fucking ridiculous) proposal of not inviting him anymore was discussed. Thankfully, more reasonable heads prevailed and everything worked out well in the end. Particularly in my current living situation, I find myself having to be more and more defensive of him. That sucks, because I feel that the people making comments should a) understand that his behaviour is not necessarily voluntary and is certainly not his fault, and b) suck it up and deal with it. I feel as though some people are trying to force him away because it would make the gatherings easier for the rest of us. While it may be "easier", the idea that people would take that as a sufficient reason to stop him from coming really saddens me.
Lizzaw Schizzool
Overall, I've really been enjoying my time so far at U Vic. I've managed to find my groove socially, and met some really amazing people. I find the work interesting and engaging, and the vast majority of my classes are well-taught and well-structured. I used to feel like I had a natural affinity for the law, which has been tempered somewhat by the last few weeks. I now feel like I have a real interest in the law, which is less helpful than a natural affinity, but will definitely help to keep me focused over the next two and a half years. If my undergrad proved anything (and I highly doubt that it did), it's that I can't give 100% if I'm not interested by something.
My only concern with law school so far is....how shall I put this?....the workload is killing me. Not stressing me out, not causing me problems....actually killing me. I always feel like I'm on the edge of sick, I'm losing weight because I forget to eat, I'm not sleeping well during the week and I'm barely awake on the weekends, I dread the time I spend in Vancouver because I don't get any work done, and my new Legal Research and Writing assignment makes me want to jump off the biggest skyscraper in Victoria (for reference: it's two stories). It's largely my own fault, because if I had a picked up a book or two during undergrad I would be more prepared for the reading. I was always a proponent of "work smarter, not harder", which is no longer working! I'm sure I'll adjust, it's just a pain in the ass right now.
This bitchfest has been brought to you by UVic Law and the letter F.
TEH OLD!!!!!1111!!
Oh yeah, and I turned 24 last week. Huh. |
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| Watching history |
[Nov. 2nd, 2004|04:45 pm] |
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The next four hours will irrevocably change the world. |
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| Of Curses and Dreams |
[Oct. 27th, 2004|09:38 pm] |
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So I just watched the Boston Red Sox put the finishing touches on their first World Series title in 86 years. 86 frigging years. It's a hard number to forget, especially since the Fox announcers were repeating it at every possible opportunity. The thing that struck me most during the last two weeks of watching these games (other than the fact that A-Fraud is the biggest cancer in team sports) is the ridiculous passion of Red Sox fans. It's a level of commitment and devotion that spans generations, and goes much further than any of us probably imagine.
To get an idea of what I'm saying, give this a read.
Now that they've won, do they become just another team? Do they cease to be special? Do their fans go back to eating chowder and watching Cheers reruns? What does a World Series championship won by 25 guys they've never met *actually* mean to these people? There are pointy-nosed pinheads around the world who look down on people who allow sports teams to become a large part of their lives. Why? Some of my most jubilant moments have come through watching a group of 20 guys I've never met skate around on an ice rink. It's not something I could ever possibly define, nor would I ever want to try and put it into words. It's a feeling...a belief. You allow yourself to have hope in something that is bigger than you.
This, of course, leads into a discussion of my beloved Canucks. I'm pining like you wouldn't believe for hockey right now, and the only way I can dull the ache is by thinking what it would be like if the Canucks ever won a Stanley Cup. Though they aren't a 100 year old institution bordering on religion, like the Red Sox, a Cup would do amazing things to this city. Bandwagon fans or no bandwagon fans, there is NO place I'd rather be in April than Vancouver during a playoff run.
But will we ever win one? What if the Canucks are cursed? This is Don Taylor's theory. It makes more sense than you think. Before they ever even set foot on the ice, a lottery was held between Vancouver and Buffalo to determine who would have first pick in the draft. At stake was Gilbert Perrault, a can't-miss prospect. The lottery, in classic 1970 fashion, took the form of a spinning wheel, with the numbers 1-20 written on it. The Canucks got 1-10, the Sabres 11-20. When the wheel stopped, the Canucks GM immediately jumped up screaming, thinking it was stopped on 1. Turns out it was 11...Sabres get Perrault...we get a stiff named Dale Tallon...and the curse begins.
And, since then, we've had:
10 winning seasons in 34 years
Harold Snepts' broken stick
Bertuzzi-Moore
Libor Polasek
Cloutier's Game 7 collapse
Mike Vernon's glove
Joel Otto's skate
Neely for Pederson
Niklas Lidstrom
Nathan Lafayette
They have to win it before Trevor retires. They have to. Or else it will never, ever mean as much. |
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| So I have this plan... |
[Oct. 25th, 2004|09:07 pm] |
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| | DMB - Dreaming Tree | ] |
This whole crazy law school adventure has landed me in some serious debt. By the end of it, possible co-op notwithstanding, I'm going to owe the government about $24,000. If I'm lucky. Two unhappy little events conspired to cause me this financial distress: 1) law school tuition went apeshit about two years ago, causing the cost of my education to jump from $12,000 over three years to $26,000, and 2) the grant program (where you get free money on top of your student loans) is dead. Why oh why did they kill the grant program? I want free money! Give it to me! I'm a middle class white male with a sense of entitlement! Give me my money!
But fear not, because I have a plan. Each week, a group of guys from the law school get together for a poker game. The buy-in is $5, and there's usually 6-7 people in the game. So....if I soak each and every one of them, each and every week, it'll only take me 800 weeks (16 yrs) to pay off my student loan through poker winnings! I'm already well on my way...two games have netted me $14.65 in sweet, sweet profit.
As a related aside, I've met some amazing people in the first two months here. Everyone is very smart, which is intimidating at first, but the first year class as a whole seems very open and accepting. It's actually LESS pretentious than UBC Poli Sci, which is fantastic (though admittedly, few things in this world are more prententious than UBC Poli Sci). I can't quite figure out why...I suppose it's based around the fact that people here are confident enough in their own abilities. As such, they don't need to engage in intellectual pissing matches and try to use big words that they don't understand in an effort to please the profs. |
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| Archiving... |
[Oct. 24th, 2004|04:09 pm] |
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One of the reasons I created this journal was to find a permanent spot to place all of the confused ramblings from my trip this summer.
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| How much do I hate my Law, Legislation and Policy class? |
[Oct. 21st, 2004|11:44 am] |
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I spent most of the class setting up this journal, and trying to restrain myself from launching my coffee cup at the prof. No point and no structure make Greg...something something.
Go crazy?
Don't mind if I do!!! |
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