Any Day Now . . .

“I see my light come shining from the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.”
- Bob Dylan, as immortalized by The Band

. . . 66 Days . . .

There’s a guy online who just graduated from Columbia law school and, just as I titled my blog the “Cell Block Tango,” he calls his “Three Years of Hell to Become the Devil: Life at Columbia.” I think mine slightly more symbolic and less acerbic, but who am I to say?

I was feeling really down yesterday so I pulled out my two old standbys: Monty Python and The Last Waltz. I watched one of my favorite Python discs... “The clarity is devastating. But where is the ambiguity? It’s over there, in a box.” I love the Pythons. Absolute geniuses (Cleese - law, Chapman - medicine and Idle - English from Cambridge; Palin - history and Jones - English from Oxford, and the token American Gilliam - political science from Occidental College, with Chapman becoming a certified but ultimately non-practicing doctor) and certifiable geniuses in their own right. They are so brilliant, all of them; even Gilliam. Although I have never particularly cared for his cartoons, he proved his abilities on several occasions, appearing in several sketches with brilliance (“The Spanish Inquisition” and as Che Gueverra in “World Forum,” in particular). But I digress.

I’ve been not sleeping all week and feeling horrid but I researched last night what happens if I fail the MPRE this weekend and it turns out you can take it as many times as you want. I’ve read online about people who have failed the thing five or six times (considering it costs $60 rather than the Bar’s $950) and seem utterly blasé about the whole thing. Not that I should follow their example, but it’s just nice to know it’s not the be-all and end-all. Maybe I should have even waited until August to take it in the first place. Hmm. I just need to calm the hell down... since I’m so adept at that.