Water, Books, Oscars and Birds

Why is it that the water in the showers at the U of A rec center smells like fish? It's not like we get our water from real reservoirs where fish live? We steal our water from the Colorado River I think. It's disturbing that AZ's bargaining power has negotiated some sort of deal where we can waste water unhindered by high costs (costs for water are mostly for transport rather than for amount used) or government regulations, yet we live in a desert. Is this a sign that I worry too much, or that I'm a visionary of some new system of property rights? Well I guess I would need to develop that theory first.

By the way, I think my readers would find this interesting:
YOU'RE WEARING THAT: UNDERSTANDING MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS IN CONVERSATION
By Deborah Tannen

1 week until spring break!

Odd that Law school finally got me down. I think it was largely related to others expectations of the experience; had I lived in a box I wouldn't be ad affected by it. Everyone said it was so bad, but fist semester wasn't that bad. Then grades, the relative lack of social life, constant anxiety, and realization that I had 2.5 more years hit me. Plus, working for a big name firm sounds like such a bad deal, where you sell your soul and loose your life, but if you don't get that, then it's because you aren't good enough....
What happened to my original goals of just passing law school in a sane manor while expanding my mind? Why am I affected by this stress? I never wanted to work in a big firm, or stress myself out to the point of insanity by being the top of the class-- so why am I disappointed in my effort?

I wanted to send a shout out to Roger for his support, and teaching me how to write in an organized fashion- my writing Prof appears, so far, to really like my work! Wow!
Also to A for providing me with complete distraction from this fake stressful life I’ve created and shows me the light at the end of the tunnel.
To H my sister, who understands me, no matter what
--actually on that note, I was thinking of how H shoveled my car out of snow, when I returned from a weekend away from Boston, Allston, even though she had a terrible cold and had to miss work the next day. We laughed as we shoveled and I felt so at home, so with my family, my supportive, loving family, of H and Naima (though we never showed our affection much.) I want to curl up on our black couch talking, drinking wine, and watching movies.
Thanks to everyone for their contribution to this award winning movie. I couldn't have done it without everyone's help.

By the way, there is this bird in Tucson, that sounds vaguely like a bird from home, from the North East. It has a low hoot- almost like a loon. If I didn't have to research for my writing paper, I would definitely find out what this bird it. Anyway I love hearing it.

Smells in Tucson, other than the fishy water, are hard to come by. I think it has something to do with the lack of humidity (which may transmit smell). Some flowers are blooming... I don't know why they are blooming in the middle of the dry season. When I smelled these tiny yellow flowers, I was shocked. Not so much for their smell, but for the realization that I had this other sense that is completely under stimulated in Tucson.

I hope it works out for all of us, soon enough,