Hacksaw's Law: If you cannot sit on the curb alone and be happy, what you are is not happy.: September 2009

Two dancing icons in one year, to quote Wham!, "I don't ever want to dance again, guilty feet ain't got no rhythm." My heart beats with a leaden slowness, Patrick Swayze is dead. While I won't tarnish his memory by claiming that I was as big a fan of his as I was of Micheal Jackson, at one time or another I think we were all a little "Crazy for Swayze." He married his wife in 1975, and they were married for 34 years. That alone tells you he was different from the run of the mill Hollywood crew. Patrick was classically trained in ballet, and his dancing skills, combined with his devil may care good looks opened the door to his acting career and our hearts. While he will always be remembered for Red Dawn, Dirty Dancing, and Ghost, let's not forget his other hits like The Outsiders and Roadhouse. Patrick, you were a dancing man among men. To commemorate his life, I think this picture of when I went as Patrick Swayze for Halloween in 2006 will do the trick. With that being said, I hope we can all take a moment of silence and remember his prophetic words, "Nobody puts baby in the corner."

"I'll call you Saint, . . . Saint Francis." "Te llamo San, . . . San Francisco."

Quick note, does anyone remember CandyLand? We played that game so much it literally wore out. That one and Go For It! were some of the best games ever. The racing card game was good too, can anyone remember the name of that one? It was like a French game that had both French and English on the card if I recall. It's on the tip of my tongue. Melbourne maybe?

The real reason for this post is because I have homework that I should do, but I already did my homework that I need to do. The best way to get over that is blogging, here's to hoping this helps anyway.

I just wanted to post a little about what I've been up to the last few weekends. My second year here at Hastings is starting out pretty good. September is the best month to be in Law School. Even in San Francisco the weather is good, you can do outdoor stuff on the weekends, and while I may be putting in 60 or so hours a week at school, I am still free on the weekends (the break was good but I'm here til 9 Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday this week). Anywho, my classes will be pretty manageable, at least until finals because I'll have four finals within two weeks, but on a better note, my negotiation and settlement class is really interesting and my professor really knows what he was doing. He's definitely got his settlement chops too. He was one of the (maybe THE) lead negotiating attorneys for the Delta-Northwest merger, yeah, he's got some good stories.

So school is good, and so was my birthday, I am now 27, and feelin' fine. I got some pots and pans and a Klean Kanteen from Kimmercakes and Byronius, so my eating and drinking situation has vastly improved.

In other news, BYU won the biggest game of my life that I remember (technically I was alive when they won the National Championship in 1984, but I don't remember it so whatev, at least we have one). I was camping the weekend it happened and I was stressing the whole weekend, shouting down all the hatas that told me BYU just got creamed so forget about it. I remember who you all are, and I am personally telling Bronco what you said, that'll learn ya to talk bad 'bout my 'cougs. When I found out I ran screaming out of a gas station to tell the girl (also a BYU grad) who was filling the car. In the process I scared an old lady who was between me and my friend (I explained to her about the game, she didn't care) and probably prompted the cashiers to think I had stolen something (I told them about the game too, they acted like they cared for like a second). All in all an awesome weekend, I have been scouring the Internet to read anything about the Cougars. My love of winning cannot even compare to my hatred of losing.

Besides those happenings we had a Young Single Adult camp-out last weekend. I made a lot of friends on the volleyball court by introducing them to my "Slamma-Jamma" style of play. This involves yelling "SLAMMA-JAMMA" and then proceeding to windmill both by arms through the air like I am spiking volleyballs with both hands. It also involves me saying things on and off the court to my Slamma-Jamma teammates like, Slamma-Jamma is compassion, Slamma-Jamma is teamwork, Slamma-Jamma is Chocolate Jello Pudding, etc. It's more than a team name, it's a life philosophy. As you all probably know, I like to trash-talk quite a bit. Some of the gems from the weekend. "I can smell BLOOD IN THE WATER!", "If you think I'm a poor winner, you should see me lose." "If you can hit this serve you can name it" etc. My roommate Steve, his friend Myrella, and I also went out to Golden Gate and took some pictures. Enjoy.

That bright line in the center is Market street, the part where it is less bright where it meets the city, that is about where my school is. Awesome, I know. Pretty ghetto too though, right in the heart of the Tenderloin, woot!