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Like so many posts before this one, today’s entry is beginning without any subject on which to write immediately in mind. Have no worry though, after a full year of Law School, with unexpected cold-calls about reading that you did not do, I think that most students, myself included, gain at least some talent at making things up as you go.

I must begin by pointing out that I write this entry with a heavy heart: “Do You Trust Your Friends?” the compellation album I have been patiently waiting for for weeks just got a horrible review on Pitchfork! I dunno about you, but for me, this is awful. It is like waiting all month for Christmas, and then only receiving socks in your stoking! I just don’t know what to do. And the worse part is, I already have heard the album, and I liked it! I liked it! This means, of course, that I might be loosing it (it being my fragile sense of ‘coolness’ that is entirely based on my ability to accurately judge a new album’s quality before Pitchfork review it). I don’t know if I can go on. I just hope that my view of the Handsome Furs album will be accurate. (I’m thinking high 70s, maybe low 80s). If I’m wrong about that one, I think I’ll have to get myself a new hobby. Maybe knitting. Or Ukranian dancing.

Speaking of music, I wrote a few weeks ago that I predicted that we are on the cusp of a musical revolution, and that Indie is once again becoming mainstream. Now this may still be true, but I have, upon greater reflection and in my typical fashion, completely reversed my opinion on the matter. That’s right, I know am of the opinion that I don’t want popular music to improve. Instead, I am taking the stance church members are advised not to take: thank heaven that I am saved and let the rest of just go to… their overpriced, overcrowed and overcrappy pop concerts. As long as I know the good news about better musical actions, I don’t care if the rest of the world wallows in their pathetic state of horrible, horrible pop music. After all, they did it to themselves.

As for other news, my research-assisting job is going well. And by that I mean that I am certainly researching a lot. My first assignment was to outline the Confucian ethical philosophy’s perspective on genetically modified crops. Yeah, I thought that I was in Law School too. But don’t get my wrong, I love it. I pity all of those other RA who have to spend their days on Westlaw, looking up articles about substantive due process, or the dormant commerce clause. Oh, and by the way, Confucians don’t like GMOs… I think.

And speaking of bioethics, I have officially been accepted to the UVa Graduate School of Arts and Sciences in the Bioethics program, which means that I have condemned myself to another semester in Charlottesville. I guess “condemned” is a poor word choice, considering I love Charlottesville and I love bioethics. Really, its what I’ve wanted to do from the very beginning. I just kind of sidetracked into this whole Law thing because there happens to be jobs in this field. Go figure.