I'm re-discovering that the theme of my life is things I should have taken note of but never bothered to. I'm reading In Cold Blood by Truman Capote, admittedly because I thought Capote was an awesome movie -- and all I can think of is that this guy writes umpteen times better than anyone that has sat on the Supreme Court for the past fifty years. I feel like the New Yorker needs to put out a guide for good writing now, the way that the Economist has. I also tripped over an excerpt from Atlas Shrugged while browsing through an IMDB message board attached to Good Night and Good Luck that is amusingly titled "why america is afraid of socialism". (It's amusing because the initial post was a question, not a statement, and that the 134-page discussion that ensues consists almost entirely of ad hominem attacks -- except for the 2-page quote from Atlas Shrugged. It also contains what probably has the most administrator-deleted posts on IMDB, ever.) So, now I have to read some Ayn Rand. I almost did once, when there was an essay prize in high school based on Ayn Rand literature, but I skipped over that one because the Canadian government was more than generous to me that year.
Also, Constantine is awesome. Go see it -- especially if you are Catholic, because then you'll feel cool. It forms a fun pair with The Devil's Advocate, which I firmly believe every law student needs to see after EIW.
Also, Constantine is awesome. Go see it -- especially if you are Catholic, because then you'll feel cool. It forms a fun pair with The Devil's Advocate, which I firmly believe every law student needs to see after EIW.
