A bizarre corner case in California law, which I encountered in the practice midterm for my legal writing class.

it's possible to get the same kind of the-world-is-beautiful-i-love-you-all buzz that i might get from drinking excessively or smoking out a bit ... just by being around people having a good time.

they were drinking, i was sober.

the world is a beautiful place, i love you all. :)

thursday night my school has a 'bar night', a social activity for the students that is so highly regarded that the professors will talk about it (and my thurs. night prof showed up at bar night tonight); so i went, had a few beers, then took the train home, having a few more.

i haven't been this wasted in ages. it feels good. :)

Orientation continued today, and it was nothing like it was advertised.

The audience was tense, an the emcee's jokes fell flat; a more tentative and nervous mood I had never encountered in a classroom before. A screen descended from the ceiling to cover the chalkboard, and a fuzzy powerpoint slide struggled to come into focus. I yawned, and wished I were asleep; sleep had mostly failed me the night before, and my body had been complaining on and off all day.

I had reached the limits of my caffiene tolerance, and orientation had begun.

In a small still mostly segregated section of rural Louisiana, an all white jury heard a series of white witnesses called by a white prosecutor testify in a courtroom overseen by a white judge in a trial of a fight at the local high school where a white student who had been making racial taunts was hit by black students. ... The black defendant, 17 year old Mychal Bell, and his supporters were on the other. The jury quickly convicted Mychal Bell of two felonies - aggravated battery and conspiracy to commit aggravated battery. Bell, who was a 16 year old sophomore football star at the time he was arrested, faces up to 22 years in prison. Five other black youths await similar trials on attempted second degree murder and conspiracy charges.

That isn't, perhaps, so bad in and of itself. But wait:

B&B host: so, what are you going to do today?
Jared: well, we were hoping to go to the museum of civiilzation, and then to question hour.
Host: do you know who your MP is?
Us: we don't have one.
Host: where are you from?
Us: California
<digression>
Host: I'll call my MP to get you passes.
[phone call interlude]
Host: OK. You need to go to the info tent to the left of parliament hill, the passes will be waiting for you there.

• Life is much better when Jared isn`t sick anymore.Travelling with a sick husband is simply not much fun; either I feel bad for going out and doing things without him, or I stay to take care of him, feel bad for not seeing anything while travelling, and drive him crazy by being obsessive.
• I can see where Montreal would be an awesome town if you were in your early 20s and wanted to do the party scene. But for me it was sorta meh; it`s not pretty in the way that Vancouver is, and it has the somewhat oppressive atmosphere of a big 1880s urban development.
• Quebec City, on the other hand, is awesome.

how do i read gas prices here?

i keep seeing signs that say things like "114,9". now, i don't believe that the charge is $114,90/litre; the economy couldn't function if that were true.

But I have no idea what the signs do mean.

Can anyone help?

Observations on one of the twins.