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Thursday, January 22, 2004
 
This Girl is On the Prowl.... Lawyers Beware

Not really, but I wanted to go lawyer scoping this evening, but after a few colloquium beers, my trusty sidekick, Eric, abandonned me, and it is no fun, nevermind a little pathetic, to go crusing Law School happy hour alone. As it turns out, my one married office mate is married to a first-year law student. I think it is an abomination that she hasn't hosted a mixer yet, but there may be something in line for Valentine's Day. This is all deliberate and heavy handed, but I am not going to make my five new friend quota (one tenet of my New Year's resolution) going to colloquium with people I already know and then coming home to watch ER in my pajamas. Just the same, we tried a new locale for departmental drinks this week and it made for a good time, good crew, and everyone is still fresh faced about the new semester, although there is already a lot of caveching going on. Crazily, I signed up to do the first presentation for the French Cinema class and we're talking 450pages of early cinema stuff. I actually had a very productive conversation with my professor this afternoon about the Mekas paper I pitched to the UChicago grad student conference, so I feel like I am on solid ground - just the same, this book is a hefty paperweight sitting squarely on my desk.

To all you Mac'ies out there who remain in the sullen shadows without KaZaa, leave it to me (the two-day Mac convert) to uncover something even better. Like all file sharing services, this will probably sour in the lifespan of a dairy product, but as of now, the pickings are plentiful and ripe. There is a magical little program floating out there on the web called, appropriately, Acquisition. Unlike the mainstream P2P filing sharing services that is littered with corrupt files, this flies low enough under the radar to remain pristine. The downloads are quick and the interface is ingeniusoly integrated with iTunes. The files automatically end up in your song library, and wonderfully, songs that already appear in your library appear in a different color font as to avoid unnecessary duplicates. Ah, this is the music service I've been waiting for. I am sure this will have a short shelf life because of the pay-per-song Apple music service, but until then, I am a double fisting pirate who refuses to play by the rules. Since I've discovered it: 139 songs 9.9 hours worth of copyright free music. Sing on, Sistah!

Last night I spent a lot of time getting caught up with my CA 100 paperwork (grade book, assigning speech partners) so I am determined to spend some time on my work tonight. It's nearly 11pm already and, sheepishly, I am feeling extra-tired after an abbreviated week. Just the same, the French books aren't reading themseves - and if I expect to become a Lumiere experte, I might have to make more time for scholarship and less time for Mac-piracy.