Less than 24 hours after working with some of my MBA colleagues to put on an event dedicated to the subject of intellectual property and featuring a lawyer from BMG Canada, I find myself playing Nintendo and Atari video games on my Mac while listening to music freely downloaded off the Net. Is there no honour in this world ? Earlier this afternoon, I summarily kicked Koopa's ass at Mario Cart for Super Nintendo, just one of the 55 (!) games I found on the Internet. Damn.
And so goes Day 2 of WWDOW (more properly known as a week without, rather than weekend). School work, cheesy movies, lots of songs. As is par for the course, I haven't taken a shower yet, nor brushed my teeth, and don't plan to until I have to... don't worry, I have a class meeting tomorrow, so get out the Colgate ! I also better get my hynie (not to be confused with hymie as spaketh Jesse) in gear and start working. This is the last week of class and then we're into the home stretch for exams. The discipline that comes from having your wife look over your shoulder is sorely lacking right now.
One of the questions that is nagging me is as follows: Can one have a blog and still aspire to be prime minister some day?
Speaking of the aforementioned lawyer, she gave me a Gino Vanelli (yes, he's still around sans all the big hair) CD to play during the show. The evil side of me considered burning it (ie: making a copy of it) before giving it back (the ultimate irony!), but was spared this little bit nastiness when she gave it to me.
As I write this, I am listening to Zorba The Greek by Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass. Consequently, I am typing a hell of a lot faster... Yippee! I still have memories (some would say fantasies) about that chick covered in Whipped Cream on one of their albums. How's that for memory?
Irony seems to be one of those things that are a little too developed chez moi—take cynicsm for example. I like to say that's a natural consequence of studying political science. In reality, I think it's more a question of refusing to put up with a lot of the wink-wink bullshit that goes on in daily life—the double standards as people condemn others while grabbing for themselves. I still have memories of being smacked with a canoe paddle by one of my dad's chunky friends for speaking my mind during a canoe trip—I must have been 10 or so. One of my guiding principles is to be, as we say in French, conséquent. That principle started early.
My new fetish—of which my wife does not approve—is violently chewing out—in French to boot!—people who smoke in non-smoking areas or who run stop signs. The next step after is to begin throwing bricks at cars that run red lights. (See what I mean about whether one can still be prime minister...). One of these days, I'll write my thoughts about altruism including some links to interesting studies—including the need for punishers—that have been mentioned by The Economist recently. We'll also have to devote a column to the idea of being serious in life, something I may not be enough. :-)
'Nuff said.