I didn't bother posting when I received admission to William & Mary, even though they offered me a nice fellowship package. But since I'm doing nothing but trumpeting my own good fortune, I'll congratulate myself on also being admitted to Stanford. Unless I'm also accepted to Yale, it will be hard to pass on Palo Alto.

Now I can say that, like Christian Laettner and Cherokee Parks, I've been admitted to Duke. Actually, I was able to say that before. This is the third time I've been admitted to Duke, and if I decide to go to a different law school, this will be the third time I've rejected them.

Now I can proudly say that I have something in common with Lamond Murray and Phil Chenier. Like them, I have been admitted to Berkeley, albeit the law school. Unlike them, alas, I am unlikely to be selected in the first round of the NBA draft.

I think I am now done applying to law school, having submitted far too many applications after being allured by various offers to waive my application fee. Still, if I were to apply to yet another school (for free), which of the following fine schools should I choose ( Read more... )

I don't even remember when I last posted in this crazy journal, but that new-fangled strip practically begging me to write something proved irresistible. Anyway, in the spirit of all the whacked-out libertarian blogs I spent last night reading, I will now post ( Read more... )

Today's show was longer than usual, because the DJ following me didn't show up. So I got an extra 20 minutes, which I filled with Vladimir Horowitz ( Read more... )

My show for the autumn is, in fact, on Wednesday afternoon from 1:30 to 3:00. At the inspiration of aliste, I named my show "The Ill-Tempered Clavier." I thought that was quite clever. When I arrived at the station today, though, the previous DJ informed me that it's also the name of a composition by "P. D. Q. Bach." I loathe P. D. Q. Bach. So I'll ( Read more... )

So I had my first show this afternoon as a classical DJ on WHPK (88.5 FM, the pride of the South Side). I've often (or at least sometimes) thought that I would enjoy being on the radio, but it was only the impetus of wanting to have yet more things to do in lieu of my dissertation that prompted me to take action. Inasmuch as I didn't commit any ( Read more... )

I just got home from the worst shift ever at my job. A caterer took off without doing any of the cleaning he was contractually obliged to do, leaving me to deal with the aftermath of a wedding. On the other hand, another party had too much alcohol and didn't know what to do with the excess. The result: I'm now the proud owner of approximately ( Read more... )

It is, I suppose, possible that Imperium in Imperio, the long-neglected and recently-revived book by Sutton Griggs, may not be the worst novel written in the United States in the nineteenth century. Still, it's hard to imagine how any work of fiction could be inferior to this sorry contrivance. I can conceive, barely, that there might be novels ( Read more... )