...rejoice, for this is the best of all possible worlds...

Repeat after me:

My LSAT instructor is a pot-head.
My LSAT instructor is a pot-head.
My LSAT instructor is a pot-head.

No, no, I'm not exaggerating. He really is. I paid nearly a thousand dollars to be taught by a joke-repeating slow-thinking hemp freak who can't deduce from given conditions.

Our exchange:
He: What do we know for sure? What has to be here?
Me: J, T and U
He: No, not U. We don't know that yet.
Me: Yes we do, it's in the conditions. It's an extension of the conditions.
He: We shouldn't put it firmly in the set-up. Some people might not be able to make that leap.
Me: It's not a leap. It's, like, a step. The next step.
He: Be that as it may, let's ignore it for now.

Anyway. Long-short, I played hooky in the afternoon, skipped out after lunch to go read in Queen's Park. Kit Pearson has a new novel, "A Perfect Gentle Knight". It's gorgeous, luminous. I sat under the trees, with the bees and the sparrows, and read, and cried my eyes out. Tomorrow I will study my way, after a swim and in my yard. In the sunshine, on my own. Not in a stuffy classroom in a dark building on the top floor, in a room with 30 others spending 3 hours on every 4 questions.

Rant over, you may return to your regular activities.

...verdi's consumptive sopranos...

I had always wondered by the force of which power Paul Ruditis' "The Rainbow Party" made it into the store. I had been proud for so long - Barnes and Noble caved; Borders caved; and we, we were the last holdout, the last brave bookstore to withstand the pressure of teenage titillation. Until that fateful November day when the book showed up on our carts, a year after its original debut. I chalked it up to the fate of all bookstores to occasionally traffic in dribble and thought nothing more of it, relegating it to the depths of overstock to be forgotten.

Until today that is, when I stumbled upon the reason for the books appearance in the children's section. A purchase requisition! Someone actually requested this title! Grrrr. I have my thoughts, oh do I ever have my thoughts.