New system: I’ll try to do more posts but they are going to  be shorter.

Tomorrow in prom-dress-shopping-day, everybody are very excited (and by everybody, I mean me).  And maybe boots as well. I know all of you must be wondering how I was  getting along without boots so far, well, it is a mystery.  But hopefully I will manage another few days. Just so you’d all know, I’m very tempted to go back to the US right after my internship. All the signs point to the fact that it’s the smartest decision. So Berkley (UCLA?) here I come. Ready or not.

Regina Spektor (http://www.reginaspektor.com/index2.html) has a concert in Brooklyn, and I even got Koot all excited about it, because apparently everybody know about dear ol’ Spektor, only nobody knows that everybody else know. And what turns out? Of course, all the tickets are sold out. So there is another concert in Baltimore but I’m too cheap to pay 50 bucks for a one hour bus ride. And even then, I’ll have to go to the concert alone. Please tell me I should go…

I start to notice strange eating habits that I have now, I started to buy chips as a snack after lunch (in Israel, never in my life). So there you go, I’m going to be fat soon. Another funny thing is that since I have no sugar, I drink coffee and tea without it. But also, when I drink tea I just keep adding hot watter to the cup, until the tea bag loses all flavor. This is exactly what Andrey (Ilya’s) used to do and at the time I remember that I thought that this is so weired. Nonsense you say, that is true, but a peculiar one.

The end is near… I can fell it… I really don’t like it. Must find a way to stay! Dammit.

If you wonder about the basketball game, well, it was very fun, Philly team (the 76ers) won and everybody were happy.  So there you go (don’t know how to fix the pic, just click)… I’m going to have a beer with a Polish guy… Had a long lazy day.

If the people demand a new post, then the people shall have one.
It’s 30 minutes into my First Amendment class, and as usually I have lost all track of the class. It’s impossible to take notes. This is what happens when the fancy law school builds classes that look like huge ball rooms, the acoustic is pretty bad and the microphones aren’t working. …something about freedom of association… Dammit.
How are you dear friends? Do the fine people of Israel plan to change the government system while I’m gone? Can anyone please tell them not to? I promise to explain why it’s bad when I return, laden with my rich experience regarding the presidential system, just make sure they don’t do anything until February.
Can you guys believe that I have only two month left here? I’m starting to save money for my second degree in the US, already have like 5 bucks in pennies (seriously, what to do with the pennies?! I have a sandwich plastic bag full of them). I have a great plan now: I’m going to work in Israel for two or three years, then take a student loan, do my Masters here in the US then work in a big bad corporate law firm in NY, make 140,000$ a year, pay back the loan and be rich and happy. It means that I have to marry someone very successful in the upcoming two years, who will be able to find a job in the US while I study. I think it’s a great plan. OR maybe find a nice Jewish lawyer here… Even better.
Zis said that he will come with me, any other volunteers? But with all the due respect to Penn university (and trust me, there is plenty of respect) I think I’ll do the second degree in Berkley, it’s just too fucking cold here. I need a place with sea and sun.
Now, allow me to say a few words about manners (dear Romch’ka, you can skip this part): I know it sound Russian and old, and uncool at all, but some things need to be said, there is a certain charm to men who act like gentlemen! (Meanwhile, in Berkley, some angry feminists add my name to the black list, meaning I’ll have to study in a cold sad place). What I don’t understand is how come we became a culture that despises all manners? Ok, of course I know why that is, it’s the bloody army and the fucking Israeli pride and God knows what else. But can you imagine living in a society where all the doors get open for you? All men actually care about how they look and what they wear and don’t think that it’s super cool to wear the t-shirt from the tironut 10 years after? Men that don’t think of a haircut or a shave as something so bad that if only you postpone it long enough people might just cancel the whole thing altogether, so it’s worth waiting. A magical kingdom where if a girl is in a bar, it’s almost natural to offer to buy her a drink, even if you’re not hitting on her (especially if you’re not hitting on her), not as a trade off in hope of getting lucky, but out of an honest belief that she should have a drink! I know that you all must think that it stands against all my radical feminism, but it is really not like that. It doesn’t meant that the men think that the girl is too weak that she can’t open the door herself, or that she can’t afford a drink, it a matter of respect. Respect both to yourself, that it matters how you look, and respect to the girls, it’s like saying “wow, she is so classy, she deserves to be treated like a queen”.
Does any of this make any sense? Or am I just living in a movie (surrounded by Italian guys who dress like fucking models)? Why is it that I find it so magical to watch a man tie a tie? Well, I don’t know… but those were 30 seconds about how I would like to be a princess.
But enough about that, let me tell you what I have been up to. So, lots of fun stuff here in Philly, most of you has already heard of my misdeeds, but in short, the exciting moments are as follows: I’ve been to Washington DC, took a look at the big stuff like the Capitol Hill, the Supreme Court, the White House and the memorials, saw Dick Chaney coming for lunch in the white house, took a lot of pics and was generally very pleased. We had a Halloween, so I went to a few parties, had a cool costume as you can see from the pictures, I’ll stop being pretentious and just simply admit that it’s Humphrey Bogart in drag. The parties were super fun, had a lot to drink, danced till I dropped and in general had a good time. As far as academic experiences go, I’ve been to a Posner lecture (sorry, legal crap), and also heard an interesting talk from a human rights professor from Iran (!). And make no mistakes, all the lectures are in fancy rooms, with reception, and snacks (cheese and fruit and sweets and other nice stuff), and the professors talk to you like you are a real person, and not just some silly student who should be punished just for taking precious room. On Sunday I’m going to NBA game (it’s the 76rs V. Miami heat) given the fact that I’ve never been to a basketball game, I think that NBA is a good place to start.
Other then that, I’m proud to introduce you to a new member of the Journal of International Law and Policy editorial staff! Could you believe it? I just sent them my CV and got in, despite the fact that I’ll be doing the editorial work only for two month!! No academic credit for it, but think of the eternal glory!!
I also wanted to tell you about how power corrupts people (hence the title) but I think I will leave it to my next post. And it’s not that interesting anyways; it’s just me bitching about men.
To set the record straight: Andrey gets to comment first (since he loves me, and also he changed his name, so congrats are in order), then Yos (I hope you were kidding about the job, right? BTW, the leaves are great, all yellow and red and swirling), then Romch’ka (sorry about the manners stuff, maybe I am getting old), then Alinush, complaining why is it that she is in the fourth spot in line (Hun, you know I love you), and last but not least, everybody else, that promised to read and comment but have disappeared ever since (Adi!! Another Adi!! Gena!! Etc…)
Kisses and such
Miss you all very much
Don’t quote me on that
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