haiku

There are some days when
I'm glad I'm not a Supreme
Court Justice. Heh heh.



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backhanded compliment

According to newsmax.com, Our Fair President said the following while introducing Our Former Fair President's new official portrait: "'Bill Clinton could always see a better day ahead and Americans knew he was working hard to bring that day closer,' Bush said." It's hard not to imagine he was talking about his own presidency.

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homage to a vain man & Allison

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also

yak!

I think that's a cute little grass-skirty hair pattern that yak's got. According to this website, yaks can throw people with their tongues! and they somersault down snow-covered mountains! I also enjoy this sentence, although I cannot tell you what it means: "The tail of the yak was the well-known chowry of Hindustan." and this: "The wild yak of the Himalayas, on the other hand, is a monster resembling a bison or musk ox." and just for reference, here are some musk oxen:


aren't they sweet? they don't look like they'd kill you with a tongue.
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pun-packed

There seems to be an overwhelming urge, when naming your knitting book or yarn store, to pun. Fine. But the best yarn store I know of is named School Products Company: not a pun, not even about knitting. And no school products in the store. And I say hallelujah. And I say hallelujah all over again for my good yarn-loving buddies out there who do not live in New York City, for you may now access School Products Co. via the World Wide Whipsmart Web at www.schoolproducts.com. Yep, getcher baby camel (at right), getcher yak, getcher cashmere, getcher linen, getcher silk and getcher getcher getcher. They don't have a huge number of products, cause I think they get 'em all on special deals, but who cares. Yak.

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polka party in my pantry!

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THIS is my beautiful new tea box, sent to me chocolate-crammed straight from my loving sister and niece back in the not-so-square states! And I quote: "wow! wow! wow! wow! wow!" (K.J. Boyden)

They sent it to me c/o Russell P. Plato, my personal package distributor there at the law school, so I got to go around sharing the candy and receiving admiring commentary from my peers about what a terrific family I have (yet again).

See those polka-dot parts? they're three separate stacking boxes. yep. And see how it fits so beautifully in the cupboard, so if you were just looking for tea, you'd A., never find it, but B., you wouldn't care b/c you'd be too busy admiring my beautiful new TEA BOX. uh huh. that's right. and it still smells like chocolate. You can see it to the right in its new home. Right up there with the PREMIUM saltines. All sweetly nestled in and comfortable. What a great kick-off to the finals season. Thanks again, you Boydens.

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one good dinner

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and for all you couples out there:

identify your catch!

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re: bang! bang! bang!

oh man, the new windows have their own built-in SCREENS! this is my new favorite apartment! (what with the new buzzer and windows and all.) They muffle so much sound! they're so air-tight! They're so not-covered-with-tape! they's so securely installed! they're beautiful.

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back to the future (someday I hope)

2 years ago around this time I was tramping around Baltimore with the MD McShanes,








living through a windstorm at the cabin already,




and saying hello and goodbye to Crane River, Misty's (now Mistic River) and the-then Lincolnites, now in New Orleans, upstate New York, and St. Louis, MO.







Last year, if you can believe the hype, it looks like we still liked school. Here's to graduation, a mere year away, and returns to Nebraska and Iowa and Maryland and a carefree New York City.



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bang! bang! bang! goodbye old crappy windows! (and helllllllo, Precious Eyebrows!)

Drafty, stained, covered with tape and falling out. Goodbye, goodbye!




Also, I'm trying a new tea this morning, China Green Chun Mee tea.
Chun Mee apparently = Precious Eyebrows. And you can see why!




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semester statistics

I've finished 3 classes: the Art of Appellate Decisionmaking; Mental Disability Law; and Environmental Values, Policy, and (not so much of) the Law. Still left are one class each of Immigration Law and the Law of Democracy. And I've finished 1 paper, and have still 1 paper and 3 exams to write. And dishes to do and apartments to clean and visas to get and tea to pour and dogs to pat and tails to wag.

Leftover felted sweater sleeves are effective as leg/arm warmers but are sometimes a little itchy.

(That's the Stats Division of the Navy. That first one's eyebrow kind of looks like a graph. Graphs are made from statistics. That's how you can tell.)

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weird science

The following excerpt is from an article in the NYT about Freeze 24/7, a new, very expensive, skin care product that, according to the company, causes your facial muscles to relax and so reduces wrinkles. According to others, it's more likely that it just freezes your skin in place.

"But even if the products work only superficially, they may have a long-term benefit, said Dr. Diane C. Madfes, a dermatologist in Manhattan.

"You are instantly limiting the movement of the skin by putting a restrictive barrier on your face," Dr. Madfes said. If such a product is used daily, it may train the face to stop making movements that cause furrows, she said. "So you may prevent new wrinkles from forming or already-existing wrinkles from getting worse."

"Dr. Born offered an alternative treatment for frown lines: Scotch tape. Ever since they were teenagers, five of his patients have been taping their foreheads every night, and they have no frown lines now that they are in their 30's and 40's, he said.

"There are no published clinical studies that prove Scotch tape reduces wrinkles, but it costs only $2.19."

First, this Dr. Madfes seems to be suggesting that not being physically able to smile or frown (limiting movement) is a "long-term benefit". Au contraire, Dr. Madfes. "It may train the face"? who talks like that? that's MY FACE that's being trained. Not a houseplant. Not a pet. My FACE. And second, scotch tape!?! You're a wacky one, Dr. Born!

And in other news, I've re-uploaded the pictures from Mary-Ei and Emily's trip here, w/ some captions.

And Jessie's defense of her dissertation.


And I finished the project I started last week, Jessie's graduation present, which I made out of felted (washed in hot water till they shrunk) thrift-store sweaters, cut apart and put back together again. It will keep her warm in Alaska, I think.


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i need sleep

but I also need to congratulate the newest Dr. Cherry on finishing her Ph.D. Congratulations, Jessie. I'm in the process of uploading photos of the day itself to my website, but in the meantime, I'll just share this celebratory photo.

ok that's it, that's all I got. good night readers. sleep tight.

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rock : ANWR :: paper : Wendell Berry :: scissors : Cupcakes

Wendell Boring, more like. Intensely vague and definition-free. Instead, I will focus my phat efforts on ANWR. I wish this paper would write itself.


The Cherry-Yung crew are back in NYC. Hi.
p.s. Cupcakes really take all.
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clouded candied city

The night tonight is slick and overcast, which=colors.
http://annescanon.rhymm.com/digipics/nyc/citylights/ccnyc

Tomorrow I delve into Wendell Berry and cinnamon (it's good for you).

A rhyme for today: I'll probly return 'em ; viburnum.

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altos and sopranos and secrets

Unadvisedly, I started a new project last night, but for the moment it shall remain undescribedly, as well.

I watched the first disc of the first season of the Sopranos last night. I don't know if I can hack it. Plus it makes me want to talk to myself like a New Jersey gangster while I'm trying to fall asleep.

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e-mom

Nebraska Nursing Consultants has gone e! Check out their spanking sparkling new website at (you guessed it): http://www.nebraskanursingconsultants.com. And a beautiful new ad will soon entice you from the online pages of the Lincoln Journal-Star (scroll down to the bottom, look right).

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silent thunder (and dear cats)

I have been radio-silent this past weekend because I spent it, instead of crouching in front of my computer, with my sister Mary-Eileen and niece Emily, experiencing and reexperiencing New York with them.

The highlights:

Day 1 (sunny and beautiful):

• cupcakes at Ciao for Now
• pigeon-chasing, hoola-hooping, and dog-watching at Washington Square People & Dog Park
• viewing the sunset-cast city from the 14th floor of D'Agostino Hall
• Ethiopian food, valiantly tried by all and liked by some
  

Day 2 (mostly overcast but not too cold and little rain):

• elevated subways
• Chinatown
• cannoli at Cafe Roma, followed by hot chocolate at Marie Belle, and a slice at the Pizzeria
• a walk thru midtown, featuring a brief stop at the base floor of the Empire State Building, Herald Square, and Times Square
• a thorough investigation of the wares, both edible and wearable, sold at the American Girl Place, including a delightful tea and a doll's hair salon
• races and more pigeon chasing at Bryant Park
• and a wait, one escalator and three elevators (one of which was driven by Emily herself) up to the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building, just after sunset

Day 3 (cold and rainy):

• a short walk thru the Greenmarket at Union Square
• lunch with our cousin at the Blue Water Grill
• an amble thru the NYC Transit Museum, where we speculated about the age of the representative subways in comparison with Dad/Grandfeather
• and dinner with more cousins in Carroll Gardens, where the rain finally stopped and the sun came out.

Day 4 (sunny and a tad chilly) (half of this day was featured by half-hearted attempts to leave Manhattan for the other boros):

• a walk thru Downtown, featuring Wall Street, the NY Stock Exchange, the big bull statue, and an old church, celebrating Palm Sunday
• a Staten Island Ferry ride, past the Statue o' Fliberty and back, with hot dogs and then a pretzel
• a venture over 1/3 of the Brooklyn Bridge (to the first stanchions), and back, dodging people and bicycles and tall tales of falling earrings
• almost-lunch at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame, tea and freshly squeezed apple juice at a falafel shop, followed by an early dinner at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame, with a thwarted birthday song accompanied by cowbells and triangles
• a successful birthday song accompanied by Emack and Bolio's ice cream (one of which snapped in half! and was replaced)
• and then packing and personalized pedicure salon, reenacted back at 1018 Manhattan Avenue, complete with receipts, scented foot soak, and choice of polish.

It was a terrific and exhausting weekend for all us 3, I think. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.


I have just finished a book by the name of Silent Thunder. It is written by a woman who's spent quite some time studying African elephants. I recommend it to anybody who's interested in animals, scientifically or emotionally or both, Africa (or, really, anywhere) and its problems of balancing wildlife with not-so-wildlife, or just stories well told.

I have an assignment to write a short paper defending the ivory trade. This is a difficult task, as megafauna are sympathetic protagonists and poachers are not. But perhaps the way lies through finding ways to help poachers not be poachers. This is a bigger task than just outlawing ivory. Hopefully I can find something more to say than that.


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birthday ballyhoo

I missed marking my nephew Mark's birthday yesterday--Happy Birthday, Mark!

and today's Diana's--Happy Birthday Diana!


and Emily Boyden's is tomorrow--Happy Birthday, Emily!

and Mary-Ei's is on Saturday--Happy Birthday Mary-Ei!

and Brendan's is on Tuesday again. Happy Birthday Brendan!

I love you guys! phew!


















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eat heuermann's popcorn

Mmm.

Plus, they're a
I want to be a PROUD grow nebraska MEMBER too. I like how the corn rows look like a thumbprint on Nebraska. Even though the "grow X" construction bugs me. Is it a command? a plea? a wish? would it be weird if Nebraska grew bigger? would its boundaries change or just expand, keeping the same shape? Bulge up toward the sky, maybe? Would it be the same state if it had a different shape? Hmm. Mmm. Popcorn.

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is style spiritual? the mulling of two subway boys

--No, it's like the opposite of spiritual.
--Yeah.
--But wait, what about wearing a skirt? That would be pretty spiritual. You'd get that extra draft of air.
--Yeah.


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updated for the new millenium

my picture site has received a big makeover. one good new thing is that if you cannot access the pictures, it is now possible to register oneself. there's also a fun "random image" function over on the left. many heartfelt thank-yous to Brian GO'Neal for performing today's transformation.



please have a look at it and let me know how you think it compares to the old one. thanks!

http://annescanon.rhymm.com

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the dude abides

who knew a week could be so full of wack bizack?

Tuesday: With Natels P., I saw Fidelio, Beethoven's only opera. It's a very confusing plot, but they did a fine job, fine. Truly Met-tastic.

Wednesday: I celebrated Emilie's birthday dinner, preparations for which included a fascinating trip to B&H Photo Video, which is run by hasidic jews in the most efficient fashion, which happily includes sailing your products thru the store-sky on tracks and clips, to land, virtually in your lap, up at the Pick Up Counter. I heart B&H Photo Video. It's made it to my list of Must Take Visiting Tourists to This Place List. It's a unique creature, truly amazing, and best of all, all the men have bits of curly long hair and beards! What's not to like?

Thursday: my CALSA Commandos and I quite successfully, and despite the fight I had with the Student Bar Association President, took over (ok, co-hosted) the SBA Thursday Night, at Swift (SBA Pres. didn't come :( I was hoping we could make up (not out, Dan Matza Brown)).

and, finally, the (fake British accent) weeKEND. on Friday, I rested.

Saturday: Apartment and laundry laundering, more homework and more resting.

Sunday: I was back to manic phase, more apartment laundering, to aid me with my next task, which was to find me a Flora to sublet it for the summer (check! she had to visit 2 times just to make sure), more homework and opinion-polishing, and capped it off with 3 hours of poker with 2 law professors (Issacharoff & Estlund), 4 law students (Yowell, Boruch, Steinberg, and Other Last Name), and a high school senior (also an Issacharoff, I think). The other four students and I had bid on this $700 poker game a few weeks ago in a fundraising auction, but part of it was the professors gave us each $35 with which to bid. I kept my losses to $1.75. Anyway. (A tadly creepily, if you search google images for "issacharoff", you get pictures of his and Estlund's house, posted by their construction company.)

And Today: nothing special, other than a trip to the computer emergency room, but happily this robbed me of only my time and money. but not very much of either, mazeltov to me!

Here's a picture of a subway ad, with commentary, that I took today:

and this marks the end of today's alloted resting period. dinner and final opinion polishing time. whoopee.

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p.s. vote jonathan suk 4 SBA President.

Erik Dempsey's one suggestion

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