Samoas v. Caramel deLites

Samoas v. Caramel deLites
We all know what the best kind of Girl Scout cookies are, but we can’t agree on what to call them. There seem to be many theories on why there are two different names. Myths: (1) East Coast v. West Coast (not true, I’ve eaten both cookies on the west coast); (2) Caramel deLites replaced Samoas for a more politically correct name (not true (as far as I can tell), I don’t know why it wouldn’t be politically correct to name a cookie after an island. Furthermore, I can’t find any evidence that that’s where the name came from. Even the Assistant Director of the Washington D.C. Girl Scout Council doesn’t know why they’re called Samoas.
The reason they have two different names is because they come from two different manufacturers: Little Brownie and ABC/Interbake. Each Girl Scout Council selects their own manufacturer, so it’s perfectly conceivable to see both types of cookies in the same national region.
If you must have your Samoas or Caramel deLites, but you happen to be in the opposite council area, you can always buy your cookies online. The Girl Scout national Board of Directors created a specific rule against online sales, but that hasn’t stopped online sales.
Our old friend the “idea / expression dichotomy” prevents recipes from having copyright protection (though they might have “thin” copyright protection on the actual sentences used to express the method). Thus, there’s nothing preventing you from making your own knock-off Samoas. (You can’t sell them or otherwise compete with the Girl Scouts though.)
In case you were wondering, someone has figured out how many cases of girl scout cookies will fit in your car.
Note: Yes I am aware that, technically “Thin Mints” are the most popular girl scout cookie.
More info on the official Girl Scout page.

Centrino

Intel today released it’s new processor, “centrino”. Because it’s specifically designed for mobile computing, all the major laptop manufacturers also released new products today. It’s an exciting day for the laptop enthusiast. Check out all the new designs from the intel website (in some cases, it’s just a new chip in an old computer).
The new chip features, from what I understand, built in wireless capability. That should come in handy when you’re enjoying your free hour of wireless at McDonalds (with purchase of an extra-value meal). Aside from reading Fast Food Nation, I haven’t studied McDonalds much. I always figured that the bright lights and sterile environment were intended to encourage people to eat and get the hell out. Strange then that Mickey D’s is now encouraging you to stay for an hour, set your laptop in some freedomfry grease, and fatten up while checking your email.

Spring Break Travels

It’s spring break at BU this week, and I’m on a little road trip down and up the East Coast. It’s my “Libraries of the East Tour” because I have to write this paper for Friday. Today’s stop: The Law Library at the University of Virginia. It’s nice! And they have wireless internet access – no password needed. Here’s a picture:

I traveled through seven states yesterday, and I’m happy to say that Virginia is much warmer than Massachusetts. No jacket required.

Contracts Rock

My first-year Contracts professor has a tradition of singing and reading poems submitted by students about the cases. Yesterday, he invited me to play guitar for his class as he sang. It’s been almost a year since I was in that class, and I forgot just how entertaining these songs can be. I entered the room and immediately set up my guitar and amp. I got everything plugged in, and when I looked up I saw the professor sporting a baseball hat, huge sunglasses, and a tiny plastic guitar. I thought I’d treat you to the same image…

Paper? What Paper?

I think I have encountered the law student’s second worst nightmare (second only to sleeping though an exam).
One of my classmates yesterday asked me how my paper was going… what paper?
It turns out that there is a draft of a final paper due tomorrow. The professor of the class has never issued a syllabus and, apparently, has only once announced the draft due date of the paper (or – for that matter – that a draft was going to be required). A few weeks ago I missed the class for a job interview. This happened to coincide with the draft due date announcement.
Before leaving for my interview I emailed to the professor to ask about, of all things, my paper topic, and to report that I would be missing class for a job interview. When I got back the next week, I emailed the professor to ask what was assigned. The professor replied with the next week’s reading assignment, but never mentioned the paper draft. The due date was never mentioned again.
I wrote to the professor and explained my predicament. My deadline has been extended one week to the Friday of spring break. Modifying spring break plans to write my paper is certainly inconvenient, but I’m much more bothered by the fact that I had to ask for an extension on the deadline. Perhaps this will affect my grade, perhaps not.

Stop Calling Me

I just spent six minutes and forty-eight seconds on the phone with a telemarketer. I spoke for about thirty seconds of that, always with something negative to say. Think about that. Someone just spent a tenth of an hour talking at me, despite the mounting evidence that I was not interested.
We get a lot telemarketer phone calls for some reason. They usually ask for one of my roommates. This guy asked for Mr. Hernandez. We’ve received a lot of calls for Mr. Hernandez. Apparently he had the number before us. When I told today’s caller that Mr. Hernandez is no longer at this number he informed me that I had “been selected for [blah blah blah]”. I asked how I could have been selected when he didn’t even know who I was (all he knew was that I wasn’t Mr. Hernandez). His response: “oh that’s not a problem, we can sign you up anyway”.
Almost every telemarketer that calls me starts his or her pitch with a good 3-4 seconds of silence. I usually hang up during that period. I operate under the theory that anyone who actually valued my time would not wait 3-4 seconds after hearing “hello?”. Friends ask me, “What if it was someone important?” Sometimes I wait (as I did today) just to confirm that it’s a telemarketer. Otherwise, I assume that someone important would either (1) start talking after I say “hello?” or (2) call back thinking we got disconnected. I’ve probably hung up on silence about fifty times. No one has ever called back.
Funny thing I just remembered: Today’s caller asked if I was “the man of the house.” This caught me off guard. I replied, “I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking. What do you mean by ‘man of the house’?” He responded, “Are twenty-one or older?” There you have it – sixteen to drive, eighteen to buy porn, twenty-five to rent a car without the extra insurance charge, and twenty-one to be “the man of the house”.
Maybe I would have done better using a script.