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Sun, Apr. 6th, 2008 04:44 pm

"If Facebook Opens to All Internet Users, I Am Out"

Does anyone else find it a little amusing that a group so-titled would still have nearly a thousand members, more than a year after facebook opened itself to anyone with an email address?

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Great Big Sea - Fast As I Can


Thu, Dec. 13th, 2007 08:43 pm

With nearly three months of silence, it seems that whatever i post here next ought to be monumentally important. Unfortunately, i am fresh out of monumentally important ideas or events, so this is bound to be a disappointment. There's the disclaimer.

In the past three months or so of my existence, a few things have changed. I've become a quasi-permanent resident of Minnesota, a status solidified when i finally felt settled enough to warrant acquiring a bed. This is a false symbol, because i know that if i decide to leave these cities of Twin I have a sister who would happily take this new and fluffy bed, but i held off on making a purchase til i'd decided i wasn't moving to Boston tomorrow. I may still move to Boston, but probably not tomorrow.

In October, I became a member of the Minnesota Bar. They made us recite an oath that no one could hear, so i think my new buddy Jamie might have committed to protect the aphids from the octopi. The audience, proud parents and dragged-along siblings alike found our apparent collective inability to recall the oath most amusing. It seems that this is the downside to being an attorney (aside from the having to be an attorney): the whole world derives satisfaction from real or perceived inadequacies. Fortunately, this trend has subsided, though i imagine that if i was to start signing my name with Esquire or regularly revealing this questionable affiliation, the harassment would be an ongoing problem.

Current Music: Amanda Palmer - In A Manner of Speaking


Tue, Sep. 25th, 2007 08:30 pm

Dr. Paul Finkelman of Albany Law School in New York will present this year’s Constitution Day lecture, “Was Dred Scott Correctly Decided?” on Thursday, Sept. 27, at 6:30 p.m. in Blount Auditorium.

Are you for serious?

Was Dred Scott Correctly Decided? Is this a question that's really worth asking? To pull from Wikipedia, in the Dred Scott case, "[t]he court ruled seven to two against Scott, finding that neither he, nor any person of African ancestry, could claim citizenship in the United States, and that Scott could not therefore bring suit in federal court under diversity of citizenship rules. Moreover, Scott's sojourn outside of Missouri did not effect his emanicipation under the Missouri Compromise, since reaching that result would deprive Scott's owner of his property."

I mean, i realize this lecture is taking place in Tennessee, but i figured by now even they'd cop to the fact that perhaps that whole people as property thing was a mistake.

My problem isn't really with the question, though. I fully support questioning. And based on the professor's other work, i'm presuming he's going to reach the crazy conclusion that, yes, the Dred Scott case was incorrectly decided. But doesn't it seem to be cheating, a little, to start with such an absurd premise that the question answers itself?

Current Music: Bright Eyes - Lua


Tue, Aug. 14th, 2007 07:21 pm

Last weekend, i reunited with family members i hadn’t seen in a decade or so to celebrate the wedding of my cousin Ashley, who is now one-half of Mr. and Mrs. Brandon S. (I tried very hard not to visibly shudder each time this label was announced). Amongst the issue of my grandparents and their siblings, my clan of six is the only cluster to venture further than Iowa; this event was something of an ordeal.

When it came time to toss the bouquet, i tried rather unsuccessfully to slink under the table unnoticed. With verbal prodding by my mother and physical assistance from second cousin Jamie or Cheyenne (identical twins I can no longer tell apart), i begrudgingly traipsed toward the back of the gathering crowd. For my part, i dragged poor older sister Robby, who spent the entire evening fielding questions about when she and Paul would solidify their relationship with the force of law (a question undoubtedly more awkward for Paul, who had met the numerous inquirers no more than twice and was therefore unable to politely adopt Robyn’s response, which amounted to “shove off,” in slightly less british terms).

As Robby and i cursed the stupid tradition, Ashley threw the flowers over her shoulder with a bit more arch than necessary or practical, prompting them to bounce off the escalator we had so wisely congregated underneath. Ten-year-old first-cousin-once-removed Sierra boldly rushed forward, swept the bouquet from the ground, and held it up triumphantly, secure in the knowledge that she will be the next to marry.

And according to my mother, she may very well be. “Sign of the times,” she proclaimed as we returned to the tables. “Huh?” Robyn and i inquired simultaneously, trying to ascertain whether we were somehow being slighted. “As the bouquet was released, the crowd collectively recoiled. Sierra was quite apparently the only one in the group with any interest in being married; the rest of you stared at it as if poison. Sign of the times,” she said again, before venturing to the next table to share her observations with a different generation, filled with those who might appreciate the novelty of such reactions.

“Sign of the something,” i joked to Robyn who smiled knowingly. “So, when are you and Paul going to tie the knot?”

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Erin McKeown - You Were Right About Everything


Sat, Jun. 30th, 2007 01:54 pm

So, i came to Minnesota to see some friends, find housing for the future, and water my sister Robyn's plants. She's been in Honduras since mid-May, and her boyfriend Paul went down to join her for three weeks. Thus the plants were left unattended. Except, i'm thinking Paul killed the plants and discarded the carcasses, because as far as i can tell, there is but one plant. It is a cactus.

Admittedly, it's a cactus in very poor shape. I was scouring the apartment for these alleged plants, and after the third go-round, it finally occurred to me that this thing is arguably living, and clearly in desperate need of water. It's shaped like a slightly elongated version of my kindergarten classroom tarantula, falling limp and lifeless across the side of the pot. (Last i remember, it stood upright).

Robby feared that her ten weeks away might be the death of all things living in this apartment (excluding Paul, on his better days; he was very not thrilled with her plans to disappear for the entirety of the summer). Paul possesses many wonderful traits, but clearly plant care is not amongst them. However, now that i'm discovering "all things living" (when excluding Paul) is but a cactus, i'm sort of questioning her alleged motives for such strong encouragement of my visit. I think the plants were secondary, arguably tertiary.

Which is fine. I mean, over the past three years or so, her once-standard line of questioning: "are you moving to Minnesota" has evolved, adding a "when" to the beginning, my eventual relocation a forgone conclusion. And i suppose with time, she's prevailed. I am, in fact, moving to Minnesota for at least some period of time. And hopefully after the next three days, i'll even have a place to live once i get here. But i'm laughing, a little, at her pretextual rationale for my visitation.

Current Music: The Dresden Dolls - Delilah


Sat, Jun. 23rd, 2007 08:55 pm

Because i have to move somewhere and i've always had a fondness for the cities of twin, i'll be heading back to Minneapolis in mid-July. However, because i don't know exactly where life will direct me, i'm looking for sublets. I don't want to commit to a year-long lease only to discover that my life calling awaits in Bloomington, Indiana.

So, i've been scouring craigslist for sublet opportunities. The area has several colleges, so such listings are not difficult to find. I won't really know what i'm looking at til i arrive in Minneapolis next week (to visit/find a place to live), but i'm not terribly worried. I'm sure i can find something that will do, and besides, Robby's offered up her place as a permanent back-up (we'd probably kill each other, but still, good to have options).

Anyhow, perhaps the most difficult part of the process is searching the entries without clearly defined criteria. I mean, i have a ballpark range that i'd like to be meeting for rent. No need for the luxury apartments. But beyond that, i'm pretty flexible. So i'm sending out lost of emails.

However. I came across one post that seemed to meet all of my standard criteria. It's actually in the city (none of this suburban nonsense), and the rent is reasonable. But the individual providing the listing kind of ruined it for me when he mentioned that he is a single male with no criminal background, willing to provide identification. I mean...really? Really? The fact he finds this to be information worth sharing makes me steer clear. Perhaps i'm just too naive to understand the potential horrific roommate situations that could greet me in the next few months - but my assumption is that most people are lacking of serious criminal histories. I don't understand how this is to be a selling point.

Current Music: Ani Difranco - Providence


Mon, Jun. 18th, 2007 11:52 am

Apparently after graduating from law school, the anticipated summer course-of-action involves taking a bar exam. And that, dear Internets, is what i have been doing since the graduation of nearly a month ago. Well, studying for that exam, more accurately. The actual exam is allegedly torturous, but only two days.

The bar exam is supposed to pose a unique challenge, unrivaled by most academic endeavors. It is perhaps the only time in the career of a lawyer where one is expected to know more-or-less the entirety of the law. (The rest of life as a lawyer is open book). But for me, this poses an especially unique challenge. You see, i have crammed for every exam since…well, since i started having to study for exams. “The entirety of the law” is a lot of law; more than can be crammed into my brain in a couple of days of diligent preparation. So in addition to the generally anticipated lots of learning, i have completely revamped my study habits.

Thus far, things are going pretty well. i bribe myself with coffee-infused drinks and other assorted coffee shop treats, and spend roughly all of my waking hours sitting in front of my law books. I take an hour at the end of each day to read something for fun, and aside from a few major studying interruptions (i.e. finishing journal stuff, moving), this has become the regular routine. The baristas mock me. “You spend more time here than i do!” exclaimed Amy, Saturday night. I didn’t mention that hers was actually the third study locale for the day. But, i kind of enjoy it. For the first time in my memorable life, studying is the only thing i have to do…and even the subjects that i thought would be grueling (corporations, partnerships, and sole proprietorships) aren’t so bad.

Then again, such diligent studying might be called avoidance, by those who are inclined to make such accusations. For i have very little knowledge regarding my plans for life after July 25th, and this might drive me a little crazy…if i were inclined to think about such things. Fortunately, i have eleven books from the Barbri corporation filled with “important” materials that can occupy all of my brain space, crowding out pesky future uncertainty.

Come July 25th, though, things might turn desperate. While at the library the other day, i almost acquired What Color Is Your Parachute? Someone, please, promise me that if such day comes, you’ll adopt the humane and possibly murderous solution. Thank you.

Current Music: Elliott Smith - King's Crossing


Thu, May. 10th, 2007 04:14 pm

All My Life's A Circle

GILES: Are you all right?
BUFFY: I'm tired.
GILES: I should imagine so. It's been quite a couple of days.
BUFFY: I haven't processed everything yet. My brain isn't really functioning on the higher levels. It's pretty much fire bad, tree pretty.
GILES: Understandable. Well, when it's working again congratulate it on a good campaign. You did very well.
BUFFY: Thank you. I will.
GILES: I managed to ferret this out of the wreckage. Now, it may not interest you, but I'd say you earned it. There is a certain dramatic irony that's attached to all this. A synchronicity that borders on predestination, one might say.
BUFFY: Fire bad, tree pretty.
GILES: Yes, sorry. I'm going to see to Wesley, see if he's still whimpering.

Current Music: Bright Eyes - Sunrise, Sunset


Thu, May. 10th, 2007 02:36 pm

"Jess, really all i want to do is write music," Chris informed me yesterday as i stepped out of his car. Nathalie's newest career aspiration is "Maureen Dowd." Amongst the awards to be handed out at the 3L Olympics next week: Most likely give up the practice of law, move to Montana, and become a rancher. Choosing just one was tough: Sean's happiest moments in life were hiking down the Appalachian Trail, and Mark lived on a ranch in Wyoming before law school - but apparently Braddock already has his kayaking business planned, so i believe he embodies the spirit of the award. Tanya's tempted to return to radio, having found the perfect position as a programming director (except it's in Tennessee or some similarly uninhabitable place). In law school, we're trained to ask a lot of questions - but it doesn't take a lot of training to wonder why we all showed up here.

As for me? I came to law school because i had no idea what i wanted to do with my life. Three years later, not much has changed.

Current Music: Bright Eyes - The Center of the World


Fri, May. 4th, 2007 11:34 am

During an interview this morning, i was asked to describe a project i've worked on that's reached a successful outcome. Reaching back into my memory (so as to not derive every example for the interview from the Journal of International Law), i pulled in stories from CU Tonight, a project to which i devoted a good portion of life sophomore and junior year. I haven't thought about it much since...about the end of junior year, so when my interviewer asked follow-up questions about how it's doing today, i didn't have much of a response.

So obviously, instead of doing my work, i needed to look into the matter. And the answer? I don't really know. The application looks most official. They still aim to fund one event each weekend, though they have raised the maximum allocation to $5,000 per event (we capped it at $3,000). Ultimately though, i don't know much about how many applications they receive for each funding cycle, or how well-attended the events have been. I'll email Catherine, our advisor, once i finish with this school stuff. [Deadline: Tuesday. Coming quickly].

But, searching for CU Tonight also directed me to Ask Uncle Ezra, an awesome website devoted to anonymously answering questions about everything under the sun. Beginning in 1986, Ask Uncle Ezra professes to be the first "on-line helpline;" in its original incarnation, before every building on campus was covered by WiFi, students could use the two dozen computer terminals scattered around campus to Ask Uncle Ezra.

I can't really afford to search through these emails. I have lots to do before Tuesday. But, being readily distracted, i jumped back to the first inquiries to get a sense of the origins. And the second question, which seems to fully encompass the differences between now and then:

Dear Uncle Ezra,

How can I hook up my IBM computer, via a modem, to CUINFO?

-Ready to Connect

Current Music: The Good Life - Loves Need Lawyers