Heading to Campus
moocowinthecity I’m heading to campus, to get in at least three good hours of study time, before Arabic…
I’m also wearing my Lucky Underwear…
Today, is going to be a good day…
I like making these “…”
Okay, food, then campus, peace all!
December 2006
Heading to Campus
I’m heading to campus, to get in at least three good hours of study time, before Arabic…
I’m also wearing my Lucky Underwear…
Today, is going to be a good day…
I like making these “…”
Okay, food, then campus, peace all!
Arabic Exams, Power of Attorney & Living Wills
My Arabic Final is Today…I’m doing a hail moses.
After the Arabic Exam, which is conveniently when I can resume breathing, I’m coming home to complete my last Linguistic Analysis I homework, then Friday Natalie is being amazing and driving me up to Toronto so I can get the last of the required Data, analyze that Friday night, finish typing the paper over the weekend (with a minor break to go to 
iolausian‘s office party on Saturday), then turn it in Monday (with graphs, break down, analysis, etymology and all), Monday is also when I have my Linguistic Analysis I final, so I can then take that, come home, and finish studying for my Linguistic Analysis II Final which I have on Wednesday, of course realizing that ‘the best laid plans of mice and men’ rule does indeed apply, in anticipation of it’s application, I’m walking around with an umbrella incase a herd of emus decide that falling on my head is on their life’s to do list (an emu attack, of such nature, would no doubt, render me totally useless).
Speaking of being rendered useless.
My father handed me a stack of papers when I was home on Monday that he wants me to sign. I could tell by the paper size that they were legal documents. They were, drafted by his attorney, a Power of Attorney, Living Will, etc…which of course now means that I have to go through them and re-type the whole damn thing (thank you Paralegal Certificate Program at UB), because as much as I love my father, there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d ever give him power of attorney after the past 22 years. Sorry, not happening. He doesn’t know what kind of bagel I like (despite always getting the same kind of bagel, since I was able to eat them – it’s sesame seed bagel, strawberry cream cheese, for those curious), let alone my views on medicine, mental health, and healthcare overall. He can’t tell you what I do for fun, who my friends are, what my favorite color is and the only reason he knows my eye color is because we both have the same color eyes (Hazel).
I also want to check with my attorneys (separate from my father’s attorneys) what legal implications these documents have if something horrible (God forbid) happens when I’m living in a different country (with no return date in sight)? Does it even matter then? Should I have the documents translated into a few languages? What are their jurisdiction? These are questions that are far-outside the scope of my knowledge and need to be answered.
I will not, however, turn over of my Power of Attorney to him (especially since I’m now in a business partnership with Christie and Candie – we formed an LLC recently), the version I was given that his attorney drafted would allow him to take control of all of my interests if a time should arise where I cannot make decisions for myself. I’m not comfortable with giving up that kind of power, to someone who doesn’t really know me.
I also (since I’m signing the Living Will thing after I revise it) restating my wishes right here, right now:
If I’m to be in a permanent vegetative state (such as Terri Schiavo was) with no hope of a full recovery – then I demand to be taken out with whatever means necessary (be it a Bazooka, Tank or Mosad)…and if anyone dares attempt to ‘save’ my vegatitve-hooked-up-to-a-machine ass, I swear to all things holy and good I’ll haunt you for the rest of your days and into the afterlife…and not in that scary ghost bullshit sort of way either…oh no…that’s too cliché…I’ll go around adding your telephone number to every bar room bathroom wall on the globe (ghosts can fly) and you will NEVER have matching socks again and good luck finding your TiVo remote, that fucker’s gone! If you’re a real friend, you better be rushing to that plug and if a doctor tries to stand in your way you body check him. If I’m at the point past no return, you Mission Impossible/007 that shit and take me out quicker than Bambi’s Mom during hunting season.
I think that’s clear enough.
And now, time for sleep, before I get up at nine am, to leave for campus by ten, to study until 3:30…g’night!!
Arabic Exams, Power of Attorney & Living Wills
My Arabic Final is Today…I’m doing a hail moses.
After the Arabic Exam, which is conveniently when I can resume breathing, I’m coming home to complete my last Linguistic Analysis I homework, then Friday Natalie is being amazing and driving me up to Toronto so I can get the last of the required Data, analyze that Friday night, finish typing the paper over the weekend (with a minor break to go to
iolausian‘s office party on Saturday), then turn it in Monday (with graphs, break down, analysis, etymology and all), Monday is also when I have my Linguistic Analysis I final, so I can then take that, come home, and finish studying for my Linguistic Analysis II Final which I have on Wednesday, of course realizing that ‘the best laid plans of mice and men’ rule does indeed apply, in anticipation of it’s application, I’m walking around with an umbrella incase a herd of emus decide that falling on my head is on their life’s to do list (an emu attack, of such nature, would no doubt, render me totally useless).
Speaking of being rendered useless.
My father handed me a stack of papers when I was home on Monday that he wants me to sign. I could tell by the paper size that they were legal documents. They were, drafted by his attorney, a Power of Attorney, Living Will, etc…which of course now means that I have to go through them and re-type the whole damn thing (thank you Paralegal Certificate Program at UB), because as much as I love my father, there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d ever give him power of attorney after the past 22 years. Sorry, not happening. He doesn’t know what kind of bagel I like (despite always getting the same kind of bagel, since I was able to eat them – it’s sesame seed bagel, strawberry cream cheese, for those curious), let alone my views on medicine, mental health, and healthcare overall. He can’t tell you what I do for fun, who my friends are, what my favorite color is and the only reason he knows my eye color is because we both have the same color eyes (Hazel).
I also want to check with my attorneys (separate from my father’s attorneys) what legal implications these documents have if something horrible (God forbid) happens when I’m living in a different country (with no return date in sight)? Does it even matter then? Should I have the documents translated into a few languages? What are their jurisdiction? These are questions that are far-outside the scope of my knowledge and need to be answered.
I will not, however, turn over of my Power of Attorney to him (especially since I’m now in a business partnership with Christie and Candie – we formed an LLC recently), the version I was given that his attorney drafted would allow him to take control of all of my interests if a time should arise where I cannot make decisions for myself. I’m not comfortable with giving up that kind of power, to someone who doesn’t really know me.
I also (since I’m signing the Living Will thing after I revise it) restating my wishes right here, right now:
If I’m to be in a permanent vegetative state (such as Terri Schiavo was) with no hope of a full recovery – then I demand to be taken out with whatever means necessary (be it a Bazooka, Tank or Mosad)…and if anyone dares attempt to ‘save’ my vegatitve-hooked-up-to-a-machine ass, I swear to all things holy and good I’ll haunt you for the rest of your days and into the afterlife…and not in that scary ghost bullshit sort of way either…oh no…that’s too cliché…I’ll go around adding your telephone number to every bar room bathroom wall on the globe (ghosts can fly) and you will NEVER have matching socks again and good luck finding your TiVo remote, that fucker’s gone! If you’re a real friend, you better be rushing to that plug and if a doctor tries to stand in your way you body check him. If I’m at the point past no return, you Mission Impossible/007 that shit and take me out quicker than Bambi’s Mom during hunting season.
I think that’s clear enough.
And now, time for sleep, before I get up at nine am, to leave for campus by ten, to study until 3:30…g’night!!
My Plane to BFLO Board at 12:10
Currently sitting at the airport enjoying the Wi-Fi waiting to board my plane at 12:10, with an expected takeoff at 12:40 (knock on wood). I’m so stressed right now. Tonight after my Arabic Class I need to head to the library, finish entering data, finish typing out methodology, do all of the edits for Ling. Analysis II and just…a heck of a lot of work before finals.
However, I’ll be in North Carolina for Christmas which will be fun and relaxing, so just getting through this week…then next Thursday comes freedom!
Okay, peace all!
Time to take some vitamins before the flight…I can’t afford to get sick right now
My Plane to BFLO Board at 12:10
Currently sitting at the airport enjoying the Wi-Fi waiting to board my plane at 12:10, with an expected takeoff at 12:40 (knock on wood). I’m so stressed right now. Tonight after my Arabic Class I need to head to the library, finish entering data, finish typing out methodology, do all of the edits for Ling. Analysis II and just…a heck of a lot of work before finals.
However, I’ll be in North Carolina for Christmas which will be fun and relaxing, so just getting through this week…then next Thursday comes freedom!
Okay, peace all!
Time to take some vitamins before the flight…I can’t afford to get sick right now
Answered the Subpoena!
So I arrived into JFK International Airport at around 7am. I made my way through early morning mass transit taking the AirTran to the LIRR, the LIRR to Hicksville Station and managed to get a grab a cab in Hicksville to Plainview (not an easy feat at that hour of the morning) and get to my parents house by 9am. Went to the Court House in Mineola, where the Cop at the door let me go through the metal detector without even having to empty my pockets as it beeped and made metal detector type noises, he asks me “you don’t have anything on you that you’re not supposed to, do you?” I respond “no sir” he says “go on through then.”
I present the two letters, my Selective Services Card (for those of you not familiar, every male over the age of 18 in the United States must register with the Selective Services incase there’s a draft), my Erie County Board of Elections Voter Registration Card and my License: all of which have me living in Erie County, at my Apartment, outside of the Jurisdiction of Nassau County.
I walked away with a letter certifying that I appeared, in person, to address the subpoena, and me and the legal system are now chill with each other once again. Of course, my father keeps asking why I didn’t just call and tell them that I’d do it when I was down later in December at my leisure and my response was “Well…when one receives a letter that threatens contempt of court and/or a bench warrant…one should normally just show up in person like they’re asked to.” His response was, that when he was my age, he had a stack of bench warrants out for his arrest…to which my Mother and I replied, in synch, “THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF.”
Some parents want their children to be lawyers, others want their children to be doctors, my Father, he wants me to be a defendant.
And now, time to take a quick nap with my puppy (I’ve been going since yesterday, and this 5:50am flight just took a lot out of me) and then to keep on track with my finals week schedule as much as possible by crunching numbers and doing data analysis…and of course, picking up bagels and some deli sandwiches while I’m down here…because bagels don’t exist in Buffalo…real ones, anyway.
Answered the Subpoena!
So I arrived into JFK International Airport at around 7am. I made my way through early morning mass transit taking the AirTran to the LIRR, the LIRR to Hicksville Station and managed to get a grab a cab in Hicksville to Plainview (not an easy feat at that hour of the morning) and get to my parents house by 9am. Went to the Court House in Mineola, where the Cop at the door let me go through the metal detector without even having to empty my pockets as it beeped and made metal detector type noises, he asks me “you don’t have anything on you that you’re not supposed to, do you?” I respond “no sir” he says “go on through then.”
I present the two letters, my Selective Services Card (for those of you not familiar, every male over the age of 18 in the United States must register with the Selective Services incase there’s a draft), my Erie County Board of Elections Voter Registration Card and my License: all of which have me living in Erie County, at my Apartment, outside of the Jurisdiction of Nassau County.
I walked away with a letter certifying that I appeared, in person, to address the subpoena, and me and the legal system are now chill with each other once again. Of course, my father keeps asking why I didn’t just call and tell them that I’d do it when I was down later in December at my leisure and my response was “Well…when one receives a letter that threatens contempt of court and/or a bench warrant…one should normally just show up in person like they’re asked to.” His response was, that when he was my age, he had a stack of bench warrants out for his arrest…to which my Mother and I replied, in synch, “THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF.”
Some parents want their children to be lawyers, others want their children to be doctors, my Father, he wants me to be a defendant.
And now, time to take a quick nap with my puppy (I’ve been going since yesterday, and this 5:50am flight just took a lot out of me) and then to keep on track with my finals week schedule as much as possible by crunching numbers and doing data analysis…and of course, picking up bagels and some deli sandwiches while I’m down here…because bagels don’t exist in Buffalo…real ones, anyway.
Whirlwind Trip to NYC/LI
As if the last week of classes at UB with finals looming next Monday (11th) and Wednesday (13th) weren’t enough, I have to go down to Nassau County to respond to a Summons because apparently, despite moving my residency to Erie County on not only my license and my voter registration (as Erie county is where I now reside before I move to Tel Aviv) Nassau didn’t update their paperwork and I’ve failed to appear for Jury Duty Summons in Nassau County (despite the fact that they’re not really able to summon me for jury duty in the first place, since I reside in Erie).
The only way I can describe this is if I were governor of New York and decided to start passing laws for Kentucky…it’s an issue of jurisdiction. However, not wanting to be in contempt of court, I now need to appear (so the summons says) in person, before a judge…so since I only have once class today, I’m taking the hit in that, and flying down to deal with this.
At least I’ll have ample time on the plane to go over the data I collected during my fieldwork practical and start analyzing it for the final report…and then there’s always Mom’s cooking and of course, Long Island Bagels (so the trip won’t be that bad, it will, most certainly, be frustrating).
So, if any of you are on the Island and free tonight, call my cell phone (347) 706-0009 and maybe we can do coffee or tea…though I’d really love to have dinner with my family, given how infrequently I get to see them.
I’m now all packed for the 5:50am flight from Buffalo to JFK (I’m just bringing carry on) which means I need to get my files and my briefcase set to go…
Stress? What stress? At least I’ll have a few hours to write this paper…it’ll all get done…just one thing, at a time…slowly.
And he’s off!!
– M
Whirlwind Trip to NYC/LI
As if the last week of classes at UB with finals looming next Monday (11th) and Wednesday (13th) weren’t enough, I have to go down to Nassau County to respond to a Summons because apparently, despite moving my residency to Erie County on not only my license and my voter registration (as Erie county is where I now reside before I move to Tel Aviv) Nassau didn’t update their paperwork and I’ve failed to appear for Jury Duty Summons in Nassau County (despite the fact that they’re not really able to summon me for jury duty in the first place, since I reside in Erie).
The only way I can describe this is if I were governor of New York and decided to start passing laws for Kentucky…it’s an issue of jurisdiction. However, not wanting to be in contempt of court, I now need to appear (so the summons says) in person, before a judge…so since I only have once class today, I’m taking the hit in that, and flying down to deal with this.
At least I’ll have ample time on the plane to go over the data I collected during my fieldwork practical and start analyzing it for the final report…and then there’s always Mom’s cooking and of course, Long Island Bagels (so the trip won’t be that bad, it will, most certainly, be frustrating).
So, if any of you are on the Island and free tonight, call my cell phone (347) 706-0009 and maybe we can do coffee or tea…though I’d really love to have dinner with my family, given how infrequently I get to see them.
I’m now all packed for the 5:50am flight from Buffalo to JFK (I’m just bringing carry on) which means I need to get my files and my briefcase set to go…
Stress? What stress? At least I’ll have a few hours to write this paper…it’ll all get done…just one thing, at a time…slowly.
And he’s off!!
– M