Porqueria, porquerias

Just got stood up by the law school. And, when I am there, I never see ANY classes in session. Ever. Just looked over a couple of law theses and have to say they were less than impressive. Now I understand why Don R laughs everytime I mention the U. Between hunger strikes, marches, miscommunications, missed appointments, rectorial musical chairs, siesta, and the general lack of efficiency, I´m amazed things get done at all. Though their holdings are modest, I have to say it seems the library is the only place that holds their end up relatively well. I´ll keep an open mind -- maybe it was an especially trying Wednesday on the intellectual front. On a positive note, got mail! Sure, it was sent on August 1, 2005 . . . but hey, it got here. La-ti-da. B. A not especially funny joke in the paper today, but worth a smile: B: I tried to commit suicide this morning by taking 1000 aspirins! A: Really? What happened? B: After two, I felt a whole lot better.