So, I haven't felt like blogging in a while. I just . . . don't. I can't even get myself to blog about why I don't want to blog. And maybe eventually I will, but for the moment, yeah, no.
Instead, have a penguin!
This little guy comes from Cape Town. If you have not hung out around penguins, I can tell you: penguins, in person, are far cuter and much stinkier than you could ever imagine.
I could have watched them just, you know, penguining around, for like weeks.
Here's my totally true but not all that exciting story:
So, last night, I was watching the X-Files on Netflix - I started from the beginning as a distraction during finals last semester, and now I am like 3 episodes or whatever into season 2. And the specific episode I was watching last night was about these people who, because they had ingested this organic compound which heightened their fear responses, were extremely susceptible to all sorts of technology suggesting they go murder people. These TVs and phones and ATMs and everything else with an electronic screen were sending these tailored messages to people to "Kill 'Em All," and as a result all these people in one town were getting dead. At the hands of these random, non-violent people, who just lost their shit as a result of this compound and their fucking watch talking to them.
Anyway, as I am watching this episode, Amouch is being especially cute, having curled up in my lap and smooshing his face into my thigh. So I take a picture. And then my phone FREAKS OUT; it starts pressing ITS OWN BUTTONS (it's a touchpad phone) and pulling up applications and it called some woman I used to date and it tried to add contacts to my "favorites" list and it generally LOST ITS MIND. Or maybe it GAINED ONE, which is WORSE. And it locked me out and wouldn't let me do anything while it was doing whatever it was doing. All on its own. So I took the battery out, and restarted it, and now it won't let me access it at all - it's like a dead piece of metal, because the touchscreen won't work.
And that's my story, about how my phone decided to go berserk as I was watching a show about personal electronic devices going berserk. The end.
Here's my question, folks: does anyone love their phone? And have recommendations? I need to get a phone off-contract, because I may be moving abroad at some point, so while I fucking covet the Motorola Droid 2 Global, and wouldn't even mind an iPhone as they're easy to take abroad, they're prohibitively expensive without a carrier contract. Also, I need a tri-band or quad-band GSM phone to take abroad. Anyone have a love affair with their little electonic device? Is having an Android OS a must, do you think? Do you just love that you ahve a real QWERTY keyboard? Let me know!
My friends, the break is over. Yup, it is that short for me. I have been working for the past two days. Also, I have done a lot of laundry and spent some time eating chocolate and working on a drawing so it hasn't been all a slog, but still: the semester. It begins tomorrow. And it is my last semester of law school! To which I say "Hallelujah!" but also "Booo :( " because I did not hate law school and there are, like, two classes I reeeeaaaaaaallllly still wish I could take. Such as it is. Also, I should maybe get on that Finding A Job thing.
But anyway, for my final semester, I have done a grand job of scheduling myself almost out of oblivion, but with such good things, I could not help myself. I have my classes, of course - the reading for my corporations class has already been SUPER lefty and critical of what corporations have become, so woooo, I am pleased. Also, I have a law and anthropology class the reading for which spans from Plato's Republic to newspaper articles about French laws banning women from wearing the hijab. YAY, I know (uh, not yay about banning the hijab! about the reading!).
I have an internship with an international human rights body for 20 hours a week. I'll be dividing my time there between working on human rights issues in Haiti post-earthquake (and as of right now, I am going to Haiti in April to report on the human rights situation of people still in the camps) and working on LGBTQI rights in the English-speaking Caribbean (like, this). I am a research assistant for my wonderful professor still, and we have much to do, but we're also going to take a look at how to move towards a customary international norm prohibiting long-term solitary confinement. As this is one of the things I wanted for Christmas, I am thrilled. Also, I am still editor-in-chief of my law journal. And I signed up for another half-marathon in March. SO. I'm going to be deliciously, ridiculously busy.
I'll post here when the muse calls, although so much will be calling for my time, she may have to shout to get heard. Still, that muse: just when I think she has gone away for good, she comes back with a vengeance to bellow into my ear. She is a cheeky one, and I have learned not to make any promises of less or more posting. Because I really haven't the faintest idea.
Happy new years all, and away we go toward all the good things that wait ahead. All my good things will probably have a soundtrack by Junip playing in the background, at least for the next month. You know how you find that perfect album accompaniment to your life sometimes? Yeah, I love that.
