Big decisions
Tonight is Sweet Sessions at Nightingale. If I were in NY, I would be just getting up, maybe hooking up w/Anthony for a quick visit to June at Beat Street, and then packing my stuff up for Lisa to come fetch us. I miss spinning w/the Ang and Squeak. Looking forward to some fun reports--I hear Lisa has some good new mixes. It's a not too grey saturday in the bay. I've been spending the last couple of days working myself up into a frothy state over finally committing to taking the February bar. I forked over an arm, leg, and first born to the Barbri empire yesterday. The whole process is giving me pre-mature bar anxieties and flashbacks of Professor Whitebread and that crazy lady who somehow managed to turn the warranty of habitability into a Dido song. Then there are the vivid horrific memories of the PIMA that I was to all who surrounded me during the NY bar. People start to live in a teeny twisted bar world. I remember Jess P. exclaimed during a family law lecture, "This guy is funnier than Conan! I'd watch him even if I wasn't preparing for the bar!" uuhhh...no. NOBODY who wasn't studying for the bar would find this guy remotely funny. I don't want to go back to that world!! Help!! I believed most people who've ever taken a bar exam have similar memories. Joannie (who has taken and passed the NY, NJ and CA exams) seems to defy that mold. The way she talks about it, you'd really think it's like taking the written portion of the drivers' license exam. She remembers preparing as a simply "doing some practice questions" experience. I attribute this memory lapse to some self-defense phenomena akin to pregnant women forgetting labor pains. So I've been having mild anxieties, but I'm going to focus on getting stuff done on this VESL project the next couple of weeks, and enjoy the holidays (I have some snowboarding plans!) On the news front...