I love women. They're the best thing ever created. If they want to be like men and come down to our level, that's fine.
Mel Gibson

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Afterism (n) - A concise, clever statement you don't think of until too late.
John Alexander Thom

Imagine, I just started my last semester at Hunter. And I am already tired. Tired of work, tired of studying, I've had it up to my throat with everything. I just want to sleep...
And wake up graduation morning.

But, it's what happens within the time interval that makes it all interesting.

Enough babble, holla from da Kat unda da Kangol Cap!! Last Thursday began the midnight run in my attempt to leave Hunter College. And, I've already ran into a small obstacle:
I need five classes to graduate.
Without going into specifics, there was a foul-up in the diversity req. section of my degree audit, and I have to take another class to compensate for that foul-up. If I was paying money to do all this, I perhaps would've strangled everyone at Student Services. But, since the school's paying for it, perhaps now's a chance to "broaden the horizons." And the class I take is The History of Jazz. Now, I can't complain.
But my supervisors will. Because the class cuts right into my work schedule on Fridays. Luckily for me, all the midterms and finals are on Tuesday. Unluckily for GreenPoint, I will have to leave early on Fridays to be 10 minutes late for that class. The professor, who's really cool, understands the situation and will work with me. If I can only say the same about my supe's...
That's one of five classes. The next is perhaps the most dreaded out of 'em all: Bio 102. While I managed to walk out the last session actually knowing something about water potential and water travelling up trees, my main concern is having this understanding of everything else this new professor teaches. Thankfully, she is not the professor I had going in my freshman year. In any event, my faith's in God; and my eyes are on the book(s)...
Auditing. Now, this class may prove to be a tad bit difficult. Not because of the materials (a basic understanding of the ethics involved in the correct assesment of what you audit, something I experience everyday at work), but because of the professor. One of the other students stood up to discuss new bills being passed concerning auditors, and this student's voice had more weight than the professor's. So much weight, minutes after he stopped talking, his presence overshadowed the professor's. As my boy so perfectly described it, "he has just as much liveliness as the board he writes on." Now that's a statement. And while the first assessment of the class is that this is a "textbook class," I feel the guy has a lot of knowledge that will carry more weight on his test than the book will. Well, I'll wait & see what happens...
That leaves Corporate finance and business taxes. These, as well as Jazz 101, are the least of my problems. I'm sure that despite their long hours, I'll be fine here. My focus will primarily be on Auditing and Bio; quite the interesting pair that a hopeful accountant/auditor should worry about in his last weeks at school.

@ Work, my one month plus proving streak has finally come to an end. The only reason that I'm not that worried about it is because few people actually know of it. While no one really cares of my prove-up record, that kind of stuff matters to me. It's the stuff I'll be doing in greater detail later. Next up, a two month proving streak...

Aside from my personal issues with the 3rd gen-iPod's battery, my musical jukebox is still kicking! At this rate, I expect it to, primarily because I've had the 2nd gen'er for over a year. Now that it's in my mother's hands, it might go on a little longer. My current song count: 2917. Space left: 16.3GB...

Okay, the RIAA shitfting to higher gears in it's war against musical piracy. What the hell is it doing about the music that's hard to find? While I see progress in lowering the amount of people downloading music, I see regression in getting music right together so that Miami Vice will come out on DVD. It sure as hell is not helping me find this Pulse CD by Greg Phillinganes. I bet them 10-1 they have no idea who Michael Ruff is. Up to Monday, I didn't know who Michael Ruff is, until I heard Once In A Lifetime. Now, in an attempt to avoid troubled waters, I'm meandering from japanese store to japanese store to find some AOR Light Mellow CD which features their music. Where's the RIAA here, when I'm about to fork out $50 for one CD? Where's the RIAA when I'm choosing to pay $10 for a CD in one store, or $20 for the same CD in another store, and across the street, is being bootlegged 2 for $5? Nowhere.
This is why internet file sharing exists. It does what the RIAA does not do: give me what I want to hear without the unneccasry hassle. I'm very curious to see where music piracy lies two years from now, when almost no one sane in the western hemisphere has heard of Savage Garden. I seriously wonder what the RIAA will be doing in that time frame...

My pop was watching a more laxed General Colin Powell speak the words of Bill Cosby: "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.". So quick to remind me that back in the days, youths couldn't talk to older strangers the way "we" do now, for the fear that they'll get beaten for their verbal comments. Strange how that all those fears seemingly disappeared after the Vietnam protests. While I agree that the vulgarity of the youths these days is unacceptable, I do understand the motives behind some of it. Let's face it: these elders nowadays think can say anything; and because they're "older", it makes them better, therefore it goes. With the exception of my parents 85.95% of the time, older does not mean better. It means exactly what it says, older. One look behind the scenes at the people at my job, and you'll understand it too. It's monkey see, monkey do, and need I say more...

The Super Bowl Halftime "foul-up." Everyone is talking about it. And if you're not thanking God for waking you up at halftime with someone's breast hanging out, you're pointing fingers of shame because of the absurdity of it all. I understand the male sentiment of it all. Yes, it was a great eye-popper that did exactly what it was suppoesed to do: attract attention for days and weeks to come. I understand the "moral and ethical" part of it: While Nelly and P. Diddy's lyrics were bad enough, Janet Jackson didn't exactly help matters. But what I do not agree with is the fact that it took away from a really good night of football. And yes, there are many out there who say that's what happened. In spite of the show, The Patriots' victory over the Panthers was the one of the best showdowns of all time. Like a chess battle, they worked at breaking the Panthers' defense, and it worked. It was a classic victory that gave me new respect for the Pats, despite me favoring the undercats. While I now think of Janet's surprise, it was far from the mind when Adam Vinatieri made the field goal for the lead and win. To see the owners hold hands, hoping for the win was a sight in itself. To me, I got all my money's worth.
And in realizing all this, I came to one interesting realization: these are the same people who complain about Mel Gibson's interpretation of the story of Jesus Christ. This is their job: to make noise about everything, and blame the downfall of the youths on these influences. And you said that older means better...

Alright kats, I need my sleep for tomorrow. Lata guys, and next time I guarantee a freelance for you all. Come to think of it, I've been negligent of my photographic responsibilities as well as that of my site improvement. But here's the plan: wait until Day 700, and then start making some adjustments. Until then...

125 days until graduation...