I'm Just Sayin'
In a conversation with Co-SME, I just said this, which I thought was awesome: Cynicism always trumps faith, and if it ever doesn't, marry that person. Just saying....
July 20, 2008
Go See The Dark Knight
There will be spoilers here, so if you haven't seen The Dark Knight, you should probably stop reading. So I've now seen The Dark Knight twice--once painfully alone and once with friends. And here's what I've got: it's obviously the best Batman movie ever. Anyone with any sort of lingering love for Tim Burton's Batman movies just has to accept that. It's also clearly the best superhero movie ever. This admission pains me, but it's just true. It's also the most awesome movie I've seen all summer and the best movie I can remember seeing this year or even in...
July 18, 2008
How I Spent My Friday Morning
My friends and I are going to see The Dark Knight tonight. There had been some discussion about going to a midnight showing, but we never did anything about it and then assumed that all the screenings were going to be sold out. And, besides, we've all got responsibilities and jobs and stuff. Well, as it turns out, I don't have to be in court tomorrow and I'm not meeting any clients. I've got stuff I have to do, sure, but I don't have to be up at any specific time. That left me wondering what I was going to...
July 13, 2008
The Two Things I Miss About the West Coast
In my darker moments, I have to admit that there are times when I crave McDonald's. I don't know what it is, but sometimes I just need that fried pseudo-food. I imagine it's what a heroin addict feels like. Last night, for example, L-Dawg and I saw someone eating a Chicken McNugget on TV, and we developed a deep-seated need for them. So we started talking about making a giant pile of McNuggets and french fries, and then we ended up actually getting some McNuggets and realized that they're way inferior to the nuggets at Wendy's. But, though I sometimes...
July 11, 2008
I Fucking Hate You, You Fuckwads
To the guy at the courthouse: Good god, you're an idiot. Let me see if I understand what you just did. You walked into the Clerk of Courts room, saw the long counter with the windows on it, saw the people standing in the fucking line, saw the fucking signs saying "please wait in line until you are called to a window," and decided that you were somehow above all those fucking rules and just walked right up to a window--one manned by a woman on the phone, no less!--and conducted your business. I fucking hate you. To the woman...
July 10, 2008
If You Want a Fight, You've Come to the Right Place
You know, for all of my deeply held beliefs, and in spite of my legendary stubbornness, I have fought for very few things in my life. I mean, I guess there are things I would theoretically fight for--specific examples elude me at the moment--but there's never really been an issue that I've been actually involved in. This is due partly to the fact that I haven't really felt like there was anything I could do about most things I've been opposed to or in favor of. How was I, for example, going to have any measurable influence on how the...
July 8, 2008
Ha! The Obvious Eludes Me Again
As I was lying in bed, I realized something: if you want to write an angry song, concentrate on something that makes you really, really fucking angry. So now I've got the rough workings of a verse and a chorus. Because years-old pain is definitely worthy of a giant "fuck you" in song form....
July 7, 2008
This Is Some Frustrating Shit
I very rarely sit down with the intention of writing a song. Instead, I'll pick up the guitar and noodle around until I come up with something that I like. If I'm in a sad mood, I'll mess around with minor chords and minor pentatonic scales. If I'm in an angry mood, I'll mess around with distorted power chords and try to come up with some interesting riffs or fills or whatever. Then I'll generally see where that little snippet wants to progress. Then, depending on my mood and the mood I think the music seems to evoke, I'll generally...
July 4, 2008
Concerning Pyrokinesis and Cowardice
One of my cousins once observed that I was a strange kid. At the time, I took offense. "I wasn't strange," I insisted. But she has a son that's only two years younger than me, so she knew what was going on in the teenage universe at the time, and the fact of the matter is that I was a strange kid. As lazy as I am, and as much as I half-assed school and whatever else, the fact of the matter is that, emotionally, I'm not half-assed at all. I throw myself into things, people, causes, vendettas, and ideas...
July 1, 2008
A Shoutout to a So-Far Silent Reader
Contrary to what I believe popular belief to be, I do not write songs exclusively about romantic love or the lack or loss thereof. Sometimes I have other things to write about. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes other things come to mind. Sometimes they don't. In college, I wrote a song that I intended to be not at all about romantic love, but it was sort of a strange song. It had three verses and no choruses, and each verse was about a different person that I respected or admired or whatever. Sure, every person is a woman, but that's not...
June 30, 2008
Whoa, that Was Fucked Up
I very rarely remember my dreams. In fact, I don't really think I dream very much at all. But when I do--as I assume I must since I haven't gone insane--I don't remember them. They disappear from my mind the second I wake up, or very shortly thereafter. I also very rarely think about my father. He died when I was three, and I have no memories about him at all. I only know what he looks like from pictures. People that did know him tell me that he was a pretty awesome guy, but for whatever reason, I've never...
June 29, 2008
Close to Home . . . .
Holy shit. So, two medical helicopters crashed into each other as they were arriving at Flagstaff Medical Center in Flagstaff, Arizona. Six people died in the collision, and at least one other person was seriously injured. As some of you know, I went to college in Flagstaff. But what makes this even closer to home for me is that my house was literally about two blocks from the hospital where these helicopters were heading. I remember driving home many times and seeing the helicopters flying onto the landing pad on top of the building. I actually almost crashed a few...
June 26, 2008
Why I Oppose the Death Penalty
This is an old story now, but the U.S. Supreme Court decided that child rapists cannot be subjected to the death penalty. I view this as an extremely good thing, not because I support child rape (I don't) but because after considering the issue for a long time, I am fundamentally opposed to the death penalty. Let me give you some reasons why. The empirical stuff. I've heard that it costs more to execute a criminal than it does to house him for life. I've also heard about various studies that prove that the death penalty has no deterrent effect....
June 24, 2008
The Rumors of My Demise . . .
Ok, so the blog was down for a few days because my domain expired and the fuckers at Modwest didn't bother to give me any sort of notice and then I was too busy and lazy to deal with it. But it's back now, so there you go. I will resume regular posting shortly....
June 20, 2008
Things That Make Me Unspeakably Angry
Twenty-two-year olds. My contempt for people my own age has almost no bounds, but my contempt for twenty-two-year olds is fucking brighter than a thousand fiery suns. It was Co-SME's birthday, so I briefly went to The Plaza. And what I saw there made me furious. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Skinny jeans on fucking everyone. And the girls that weren't wearing skinny jeans were wearing fucking trash bags and tights. What the motherfuck is going on with these people? But even that's not the worst of it. There was one guy there who was just a...
June 18, 2008
Coming Clean
Someone once made some remark about the level of honesty I display here. It's what the whole thing is about, right? Being honest? I think so. But I haven't been honest lately. It's not that I've been dishonest, either, really. It's just that I haven't come on here and vented about whatever's been going on. Part of it is that, due to events I will touch on in this post, I've been incredibly bored and restless lately. In short, I've been depressed. But I haven't really been talking to anyone around me about what's been on my mind, either. I...
June 16, 2008
And Yet, the World Keeps Turning . . . .
Certain counties in California kept their offices open late tonight for the express purpose of granting marriage licenses to same-sex couples. While I'm happy that all couples in the nation's most populous state finally get to enjoy the benefits of marriage--whether they be emotional, financial, or whatever--I'm still more pissed by the fact that it's 2008 and only two states in our Nation recognize the right of two people that love each other but happen to have the same reproductive organs to express that love in what has become a very important way. I think that I am a fairly...
June 15, 2008
Stuff
I had a conversation with a friend today in which we discussed how there was way too much stuff in our lives. I may or may not move when my lease ends in September. One of the biggest thing weighing against moving is that I have so much stuff. None of it is really valuable or even emotionally significant, but there's a fucking lot of it. And that got me thinking: what stuff would I save if my apartment was burning down and I could only save a few things. So I'm making a list. I'm not including things I'd...
June 12, 2008
Goatee Update
Owing to the fact that I apparently have the facial-hair-growing abilities of a prepubescent girl, I have given up in my quest to have a goatee. I am now free of facial hair once more....
June 10, 2008
Weezer (The Red Album)
As I said, I was pretty apprehensive about the release of Weezer's new album. In fact, I had completely forgotten that it was supposed to come out last week. Forgotten, that is, until Mr. X called me up and reminded me. At his insistence--and on his recommendation--I went out and bought the thing. And I've been listening to it nonstop since. In broad terms, it is simultaneously a very typical Weezer album and something completely new. I say that it is typical because it has all of the elements we've come to expect from Weezer albums good and bad: it's...
June 8, 2008
Fuck It All, I'm Growing a Goatee
After about three seconds of thought and consideration--and against the advice of some of my most trusted advisers--I have decided to grow a goatee. Yes, I'm following in the footsteps of Evil Spock and Garthe Knight. This is gonna be totally awesome. Or not. After not shaving since Wednesday, I decided that the time was right to carve a goatee out of my facial hair. So that's what I just did. It's still rather thin, but it doesn't look entirely terrible. Although I have to say that I'm having a hard time taking my reflection seriously. That bodes ill for...
June 6, 2008
Hell Isn't Hot, it's Humid
My god, the entire fucking world has turned into a swamp. Seriously, the goddamned humidity is at 83 percent. It's like walking around in a fucking sauna all day. Only it's not as hot, I guess, so that's good. But it's still bad. And I can't fucking handle it. Being from Arizona, I can handle heat. That's different than saying I enjoy the heat, but I can fucking deal with temperatures over one-hundred degrees. And I'd much rather do that than deal with what's going on right now. I feel like I'm fucking drowning every time I go outside. Everything...
June 4, 2008
I Fucking Hate You, Hillary Fucking Clinton
I'm going to draw an analogy between what Hillary Fucking Clinton has been up to and a not entirely hypothetical from my own life. First I'll present what Hillary Fucking Clinton actually did, then I'll make a plausible analogy about myself. For context, I'll be using a hypothetical about the one time I've run for an elected position in my life: Law Review elections. What Hillary Fucking Clinton did: Acknowledge that the delegates from Florida and Michigan wouldn't count but then campaign there, anyway. Hypothetical analogy from my own life: Proxy voting is allowed at Law Review elections, but only...
June 2, 2008
No More Musical Masturbation!
I really, really like music. It would be really hard for me to choose between being deaf and being blind. On the one hand, not being able to see would suck. But on the other, life would seem so empty without music. I mean, if a picture's worth a thousand words, then the right song is worth a million. Some songs are just perfect expressions of sadness or anger or frustration or excitedeness or whatever. And I can't really think of anything that would be worse than that. Well, yeah, I guess I can: being blind would suck worse. But...
May 30, 2008
Something New
I've been working on this song for about twenty-four hours. It's not done by any means--this is the first time I'm posting a very, very rough demo here. The guitar tone sucks--I went directly into my input box rather than putting a mic in front of my amp. The singing is also rather lame. But the most noticeably lame part is the fact that the song doesn't really change or move--something that I abhor in songs. I had the distinct displeasure of catching the Eagles' "Lying Eyes" on the radio the other day. That song fucking sucks hard--it's fucking eight...
May 28, 2008
Weezer! Now With 98 Percent More Lightsaber!
I have to admit two things. First, I really liked "Beverly Hills," the lead single off of Weezer's last album, Make Believe. Second, I fucking hated the rest of the album. I was pretty much done with the whole band. I mean, I guess I've already talked about what I think of each of Weezer's albums, so I won't rehash that. But the point is that I was somewhat sad but mostly relieved when I read that Weezer had broken up. And then I was cautiously excited but mostly apprehensive when I heard that they were actually releasing a new...
May 25, 2008
Three-Day What Now?
Apparently this is a three-day weekend. I had no idea that was the case until I was in court Friday and saw a little sign saying the courthouse would be closed on Monday. That's cool. Anyway, because I had absolutely no idea that this was one of those weekends where we were supposed to do something fun and three-day long, I didn't have any real plans. But that hasn't seemed to stop me from having a great time, anyway. On Friday, Bluebunny and a man I'll refer to as Peterr came up from Chicago and, despite my dire warnings earlier...
May 22, 2008
Life, the Universe, and Everything
I don't really believe in fate. I think the idea that certain things are meant to happen is laughable to me. I mean, if some things are meant to happen, then surely all things must be meant to happen--otherwise, how could the things that were meant to happen happen at all? You follow? I'm not sure where I stand on God, but I reject out of hand the idea that if there is a God, he sat down a trillion years ago and decided that I would write this blog post and then misspell the word "blog" just now and...
May 20, 2008
I Like it in Flyover Country, Thank You Very Much
As you all probably know, I grew up in Arizona. Whether that constitutes the "West Coast" is open to debate, and I really don't care. But, in any event, I spent lots of time in Los Angeles when I was a kid, so I feel qualified to comment on various things about the region. For example, it fucking sucks. But, aside from that, it is clear to me that, at least compared to people from Los Angeles, people from Wisconsin are almost unbelievably nice. Some of the people I love most are from L.A., but that doesn't change the fact...
May 18, 2008
Follow Your Heart
i think I've mentioned before that I think of myself as somewhat of a hopeless romantic. I believe in the power of love and all that stupid shit. And so I reach this juncture: do I stay true to myself or do I change and be something I've never wanted to be? God knows that being myself has never made things easy for me. In fact, it's almost certainly the case that being who I really am has made things much, much more difficult for me over the years, both professionally and emotionally. But at the same time, there certainly...
May 17, 2008
There it Is
Yes, I've been gone for a few days. Sorry about that. I'm back now and I won't take that much of an extended absence again. In any event, there's not really anything to report. Just a tired and obvious analogy. It's odd how, even when you see the bus coming at you, it still hurts when it hits you....
May 12, 2008
Set Suggestions?
As I said before, one of my goals for the year is to get in front of people and play live music again. There are several obstacles to this sort of thing. First of all, no one in their right mind would pay me to play at their establishment. Which means that I have to seek out open-mic nights. Which presents the second problem: unlike Flagstaff, I don't know of any open-mic nights at bars in Madison. I know that there are some at coffee shops or whatever, but fuck that. I need a bar atmosphere. So there's the first...
I Love My Mom
Yes, today was Mother's Day. I called my mom at about 7pm local time, and the first thing she said was "Son, I thought you had forgotten about me!" Of course, I hadn't forgotten about my mom. I don't see how I ever could. I think I've written before about how when I was a little kid I saved up for a long time--well, what seemed like a long time, anyway--to have enough money to buy this giant Lego pirate ship. I couldn't wait to get it, so when I finally had the roughly $100 that it was going to...
May 10, 2008
"Disarm You With a Smile."
I remember the first time I heard The Smashing Pumpkins' "Disarm." I had recently fallen head over heels for Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, but I had yet to venture out and explore more of the Pumpkins' work. This was due partly to the fact that I was afraid of being disappointed but also because I didn't know what else they had done--I was completely new to the whole "listening to music" thing. Still, my friend Kenny--who had introduced me to the Pumpkins to begin with--kept mentioning another album the Pumpkins had done that had some awesome songs on...
May 8, 2008
Concerning Rules and Metablogging
I assume that most bloggers are like me in exactly one respect: they all have unspoken rules for how they run their blog. This blog is a highly personal thing, so I try to maintain some sort of consistency, even though I doubt that anyone realizes that I do or don't do certain things, mostly because they're such strange things. One of these things, for example, is that I generally try to refer to people by the proper honorific and their last name. Sometimes--like when I get tired of writing "Mr." or determine that a certain combination ("Mr. Obama") just...
May 6, 2008
The Pendulum Swings
I wasn't really in a bad mood after yesterday, but I was definitely frustrated at the way things go sometimes. In terms of frustration and annoyance, then, today was a much better day. Things went really well in some respects, so I was really pleased with that. But then I got home and I decided to go for a walk right at dusk. My house is sort of close to a highway, and when I walk I usually end up walking down the frontage road, over the highway, and then down the frontage road the other way. But today I...
May 5, 2008
In My Line of Work . . .
After we sold that house, we got a bunch of congratulations. One of the people that congratulated us mentioned that we should be happy about the victories we get because those of us in our line of work don't get to win very much. I knew what she meant, but I think I didn't really understand it until today. See, I never expected to end up doing criminal-defense work. In fact, I usually gave this kind of work as a specific example of things I didn't want to do. The whole thing seemed unsavory, you know? I mean, intellectually, I...
May 4, 2008
I Did Nothing
I spent this weekend doing nothing. I played video games, I watched TV, I cooked, I played guitar, I sat around. I did nothing. And, for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel guilty about it. See, law school filled me with this sense that every single second could be better spent doing something other than what I wanted to do. If I wasn't reading, outlining, reviewing, or stressing, I was behind the curve. That's how it felt, at least. Even though my personal life--what little there was of it--wasn't particularly stressful during law school, those three...
April 30, 2008
What the Fuck Are We Paying Attention To?
For fuck's sake, people. Can someone sit me down and explain to me, using really short words, why there is a controversy over what Barack Obama's jackass of a pastor said? Seriously. I just want to make sure I understand what's happening here, so let's recap. Obama went to a church. The guy that delivered the sermons at that church made completely ridiculous remarks after Obama stopped going to the church. And that's the whole thing, right? I mean, I didn't miss something, like the part where Obama told the guy to say those wacky things? That didn't happen, right?...
April 29, 2008
What's the Point, Really?
I was walking to the courthouse here in Madison yesterday when I found that I was surrounded by people with signs and shit. There were about seven people, each holding antiwar signs. Some of them had slogans on them like "Honk to end the war." And a few passing drivers would honk. But I just thought to myself "What the fuck do you hope to accomplish here?" I mean, certainly you're not hoping to raise awareness. Everyone knows we're at war, right? I mean, most people do. And the people that don't probably can't even read your signs, so they...
That Was a Fucked-Up Dream
I've mentioned before that I don't usually have or remember my dreams. Well, last night's bizarre series of dreams makes me sort of sad about that cause I was damn entertained. I may have forgotten some of the details or the order her, but I think you'll get the gist. Ok, it started with Mr. Vice and I being at a park or somewhere, potentially with other people. We were walking around sort of at dusk. I know that it was a work night, so we were both thinking that it was time to get home pretty soon. Then I...
April 27, 2008
"The Broken World"
This is my latest song. I wrote it in about fifteen minutes and the entire recording process took about an hour, including mixing. It's a pretty simple song--two guitars playing identical parts, a double-tracked vocal, and some harmonies. Not complicated at all. The lyrics are very simple, but I like them. Here's what I sing:I wish I could fix the world I wish I could fix the world For you, for you And if I could mend your bones And if I could mend your bones I would, I would The sun will shine, the ice will melt The sun...
April 24, 2008
Apparently, I Can Sell Houses Like a Motherfucker (Updated)
Yeah, I sold that house. Fuck yes I did. And let me tell you: it feels great. Update: When I graduated from law school, my mom said to me "we did it!" And I remember thinking "What are you talking about? I'm the one that's graduating!" And then my cousin pointed out to me that I was being an asshole because, you know, my mom had stood by me for my whole life and had never faltered in her belief that I was not a complete fuck up. And then I thought "Yeah, mom, I guess we did do it."...
April 23, 2008
"I Will Sell This House Today!"
Am I good at my job? I don't know, but I'll know by this time tomorrow. Wish me luck....
April 22, 2008
Messages to Random People
First message: There are a lot of things you might be, but one of the things you definitely are is a raging bitch. I mean, I know it, you know it, everybody knows it. It's ok--I'm kind of an asshole. It's just the way we are. Or at least that's what I thought. But today, out of fucking nowhere, you decided not to be a bitch and, instead, to be relatively nice. In fact, extremely nice. Why the fuck did you do that? Were you feeling bad for previously being such a huge bitch? Or do you just have some...
April 21, 2008
I Want a Prius
I currently drive a Nissan Xterra. It's a fucking awesome car. I've had it for almost six years now, and in that time it's broken down exactly once--the fuel pump went out. Granted, I was offroading in the middle of nowhere at the time, but that's not the car's fault. And it was covered by warranty, anyway. That's the only time the car's ever let me down. Other than that, it's done everything I could ask of it. It moved me across the country, carried my friends and I to Miami and back, and took me to all manner of...
Maybe I Like Sunny Days, Afterall
Remember when I said I might attempt to make eggs benedict with real hollandaise sauce? Well, I did that today, and it was fucking awesome: In case you can't tell, those are some eggs benedict with hollandaise I made from scratch myself. Also, each one has both Canadian and real bacon and a poached eggs. And I used whole-wheat English muffins--because I'm all about being healthy. One might question why I needed four eggs. The fact is that I didn't, but I got really excited by the whole thing and went a little overboard. I was fucking stuffed when I...
April 18, 2008
Yay Obama!
A while ago, I was having this conversation with a friend of mine about how I hated Hillary Clinton. My friend then accused me of not supporting her candidacy because she's a woman. That was fucking preposterous and, given my relationship with that friend, kind of hurtful because, as is now a well-established principle, I am not a sexist. I told my friend this, and then she asked me a question I couldn't answer: which of her policies do you disagree with? It's not that I agreed with all her policies, it's that I didn't know which of her ideas...
April 17, 2008
Concerning People I Miss and People I Don't
One of the things that I hate about getting older is that, inevitably, people that were once integral parts of your life start to become less so. Inevitably, you find yourself spending what seems like all your free time with someone one minute and barely calling each other a few times a year the next. I hate that. Some people are really comfortable having friends that they talk to really infrequently, but I can't stand it. I hate hearing that someone is having a kid or getting married or graduating or whatever rather than being there to see the whole...
April 16, 2008
Fuck Kim Kardashian. In a Bad Way.
I think celebrities are stupid. I think that celebrities are, for the most part, worthless, vapid people. I think that people who are obsessed with celebrities are even stupider. I think it is extremely depressing that there are people in the world who think of Paris Hilton as a role model. Still, I check The Superficial several times a day. I do this for two reasons. First, they post pictures of hot girls at least several times a week. Second, they don't so much glorify celebrities as they do make fun of them. I love seeing people I hate fail,...
April 14, 2008
I'm Not Ready to Change Diapers
My friend has a kid. Listening to my friend talk about raising the kid makes me certain of one thing: I don't want children. Not now, not ever. Actually, I do want kids. But my friend's stories still make me glad that I don't have any now and will not have any in the foreseeable future. I mean, ok, let's run down my life: After not being able to find jobs elsewhere, my friend and I created jobs for ourselves and, while I'm justifiably optimistic about our future, the reality is that the whole thing could come crashing down on...
April 13, 2008
Much Ado About Hair
I don't know what it is, but I am strangely compelled to attempt to grow facial hair. I'm thinking something like a goatee so that I look like an evil alternate-universe version of myself. Or maybe a full-on beard so that I look like some sort of mountain man. Actually, no, I would look like an even bigger idiot than I do now, and that would be bad. What I actually need to do is get rid of hair, by which I mean that I need a haircut. For some reason, I've always, always hated getting haircuts. I don't hate...
April 12, 2008
Another Reason Why I Should Be in Charge of the Major Networks
I've made no secret of my love for the show Heroes. Well, let me rephrase. Approximately seven-eighths of the first season of Hearos was pretty much some of the best TV ever. Then that season ended and it was, well, not the best ending. In fact, it was one of the worst season finales I can think of. Then I got all geared up for the second season... and it kinda sucked. It was missing all the things that made the first season cool--you know, stuff like character development and a coherent story. Oh, and Hiro was in fucking feudal...
April 9, 2008
Label Whores Are Idiots
I don't know if any of you ever go to the blogs in my blogroll, but I read most of them regularly. One of my favorites is In It But Not Of It, written by a guy who called mike. I agree with most of the random stuff he writes about and I enjoy his writing style. Recently, however, mike posted about how he spends his money on Lacoste polo shirts. And I thought to myself, "Jesus, that's an absurdly stupid way to spend money." Seriously, $100 for a fucking shirt with a stupid little alligator on it? That's fucking...
April 7, 2008
I Love My Job
On the drive back from the office today, I saw a man doing what can only be described as power washing dirt. I turned to Mr. Vice and said "So, when you're doing that job, how do you know if you've succeeded?" The man's entire job seemed so futile: even if he succeeded in using the high-powered water to somehow move the dirt around, he could never succeed in eliminating the dirt. And even if he won, what would he really have accomplished? Some piece of pavement that no one's ever noticed and no one ever would might be, in...
April 6, 2008
It's Fucking Sixty Degrees Out There
Well, not anymore, I guess. But today was the first day that it really felt like spring and, for the first time in my life, I really appreciate it. In fact, it was so fucking nice out, I was compelled to go out and take a walk. And it was awesome. I talk a lot about how, being from Arizona, I really like the cold weather and the snow. That's definitely true. I still love it when the world is covered in a fresh layer of white. And I don't mind it when that white stuff turns into disgusting wet...
April 3, 2008
Concerning Hard Things and Guitar Solos
I've always been sort of surprised by the things that some people thing are hard. It was strange to me in elementary school when people thought that fractions were hard. It was just as strange to me when people in college thought that trigonometry was hard. Someone once commented to me that they thought Anthropology was hard--she was getting a D and I was getting an A even though I hadn't ever read or even bought the books. Some people have said to me that they think that college would be hard. But it wasn't, really. Not in an insurmountable...