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March 31, 2007

We're Going to Fucking Florida!

Yes, it's that time of year again: spring break. In no less than seven hours, we will all have gathered and will be well on our way to getting ready to get started traveling to West Palm Beach. From the West Palm Beach airport, we will get our rental car, drive across the Florida penninsula, get to the place that has the keys to our house, get the keys, and then get to our house.

It promises to be a long, long day. But that's ok--I know this week is going to be pretty much spectacular. I would consider everyone that's going among my top twenty all-time friends, which is high praise considering that six people other than myself are going.

I can't help but think of spring breaks past. Of course, there was last year, when the MZRM founding partners explored Florida together. And there was that awesome California road trip in college. I've still got some of the pictures from that trip on my wall. Too bad the dumbest bitch I've ever met was on that trip. But, whatever, it was awesome. Then there was that trip to Cabo that my friends in college went on without me because I was lame and wouldn't quit my pizza delivery job. What a fucking mistake.

In any event, I've gotta be up in about six hours. I should probably start packing.




March 29, 2007

"Try Not. Do or Do Not. There Is No Try."

I've failed for two consecutive days. This shit is really hard. But it's ok--today is a new day.

Even Luke failed to lift the X-Wing.




March 28, 2007

The Cover!

Scholastic released the cover for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows today. Here it is (hat tip: official correspondent Frank X.):

I think it's pretty awesome.

It opens up a few questions, though: what's Harry got around his neck? Where are he and Voldemort fighting? And what the fuck is Harry doing with his hand?

I guess we'll have to wait and see--but I'm excited as hell.




March 27, 2007

Trust Snape

I went to Borders today. While there, I finally reserved my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Come 12:01am on July 21st, I will be rushing home to sit down and read the final installment in the Harry Potter series. I expect to be both excited and sad.

Of more immediate import, however, is the fact that I had to make a choice when I reserved my copy. I had to choose one of two stickers. One said "Snape is a very bad man," and the other said "Trust Snape." I chose the latter. This issue came up in the comments here, but I thought I'd comment on it in a post. Spoiler warning!

Simply put, Snape was acting under Dumbledore's instructions, even when the former killed the latter. The main argument in favor of this position is that Dumbledore is, after all, Dumbledore. Ms. Rowling has constantly showed us how incredibly, unbelievably intelligent he is. His judgment has very rarely failed him. The greatest couterargument is that Dumbledore's greatest weakness is the fact that he's a big softy. Some argue that it would be easy for an evil Snape to convince Dumbledore to trust him. Most, if not all, of the mistakes we've seen Dumbledore make were due to his basing a decision on emotion rather than reason.

But Dumbledore, perhaps more than anyone else, knows what's at stake in making a decision about trusting Snape. Dumbledore's wisdom would abount to nothing if he wasn't able to see his own shortcomings and adjust accordingly.

Therefore, I think that Dumbledore ordered Snape to do anything he had to do to earn Voldemort's trust--including killing Dumbledore.

So there you have it. Trust Snape.




March 26, 2007

"I Will Diminish and Go Into the West"

Wow. Sometimes, life happens so quickly that it's easy to completely lose sight of where you've been, where you are, and where you're going.

Today, the Wisconsin Law Review held its annual elections. I literally can't believe that it's been almost a year since I was on the other side of this--since it was me standing up in front of eighty people, telling them why they should vote for me. Although that day perhaps did not go as I had hoped, the ensuing year has surpassed all of my expectations.

Someone asked me why I wanted to be SME when I ran for it. The truth is that I love Law Review. It's that simple. I've said it plenty of times before, but Law Review has been, by far, the best experience I've had in law school. It's given me the opportunity to work with so many talented, intelligent people; it's made me an immeasurably better writer; it's taught me how to effectively work with people; it's taught me how to deal with an almost constant state of near meltdown; it's taught me how to manage my time more effectively. This list could go on forever. But it still wouldn't get to the heart of what makes me love Law Review so much.

What makes the organization so special is the people. I don't always see eye to eye with some of the people I work with. I don't always agree with the decisions I have to go along with. I hate having to put people in difficult positions. But, simply put, the people that make up the journal are, for the most part, talented, intelligent, thoughtful, dedicated individuals.

One of today's candidates said something that resonated with me. He said that Law Review, ideally, should be a place where smart people can talk about important ideas. There's been a lot of discussion lately about what our purpose is or should be, and I think there can be no better description of what we should strive to do than that we should secure for ourselves the greatest possible range of intellectual stimulation and discourse.

I think I've been a decent senior managing editor. As far as the technical aspects of the job are concerned, I was awesome. I think I did a decent job of motivating and engaging with the 2Ls (although maybe that would depend on who you asked). But something I failed at personally was keeping my eye on the big picture. When I was elected, it was honestly my goal to improve the Law Review experience for everyone involved with the journal. I hope I (and the rest of the board) have accomplished that to some degree. But, even if we have, I think I could have--and should have--done more.

And that's where the newly elected board comes in. I've come to feel like very invested in the Law Review. To a certain degree, I understand why previous board members have been hesitant to have this experience end. But I have no doubt that the new board is going to be amazing. Each and every single one of the positions is filled by a competent, dedicated, motivated, talented individual, and I think the Law Review stands to gain a great deal through this new board's leadership.

Still, although I have the utmost confidence in these guys, I'm sad on some levels to see my tenure as senior managing editor come to a close. As I said today at elections, sitting through edits that went on for several hours was always the best part of my job because I wasn't working--I was hanging out with my friends. Perhaps no Law-Review-related memory means more to me than the numerous times that I sat at my desk, David to my right, Emily to my left, Ben further to the left, and Kristin behind me, with various members coming and going. And who could forget the name-that-member game?

Everything, of course, must end. I've got a few more months of this job, but the finish line is on the horizon. Regardless of where I end up, I know I'm going to look back on this experiece--on all the people--and smile.

That way at attention and loading of my article is the I render thanks.




March 24, 2007

"Oh, He Couldn't Bring the Columns Down, He Couldn't Destroy a Single One"

I got a haircut today. My hair was longer than it had been since high school--it came down to my chin in the front. I told the girl at the place that I wanted to look clean-cut and professional, but also that I didn't want to look like a tool, so that she should leave it relatively long. She asked me if about half the length would be good, and I said that sounded perfect.

My hair now is about an inch long. Which, unless my math is mistaken, is much, much shorter than half its previous length; my hair was several inches longer than two. In the end, I think I look ok, but not distinctive in any way. And I think I kinda look like a tool.

The girl who cut my hair seemed like she was about 18 or so. And she was dumb. There was this other lady who was cutting hair there. She was older, maybe late 30s, and kind of overweight. She was talking really loud about all the movies that've been out lately, and the ones that are going to come out this summer. It was kinda funny, because she was clearly trying to emulate the writing style of a sophisticated movie reviewer, but failing. She talked about the movie "Hogs," starring Tim Allen and some other big names she couldn't remember, which is about "some guys that go motorcycling and have too much fun." She also mentioned "TNTNJ," the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which was the second in a series, apparently. She also loved Ghost Rider, but then she loves anything with Nic Cage--he was awesome in National Treasure. This summer's looking good for movies, she told her bored patron. Apparently, Fantastic Four part two is coming out, along with some new movie about Spider-Man. And Indiana Jones--that one's going to be great. How she knows that, I have no idea. But she seemed certain, so I'll take her word for it.

Anyway, Law Review elections are tomorrow. I'll write more about how I feel about that whole thing tomorrow, but I just want to wish all of the candidates good luck. Speaking as someone who's been through the process, I can tell you it's really not that bad.




March 22, 2007

Great--Now Everyone Thinks Mexicans Are Idiots

I'm sure many of you have been keeping up to date with the U.S. Attorney scandal centering on Attorney General Alberto Gonzales. To recap briefly, certain members of Congress (mostly, but not exclusively, Democrats), are upset at the firing of several U.S. Attorneys throughout the country. Although the attorneys serve at the pleasure of the president and, theoretically, can be hired and fired completely on the president's whim, the Attorney General has been accused of firing certain employees solely because they were not sufficiently loyal to the Bush Administration.

Mr. Gonzales, for his part, has admitted that he made misrepresentations to Congress and that he didn't oversee the process closely enough. Still, he has refused to admit any overt wrongdoing and has attempted to shift most of the blame to Karl Rove and other senior White House advisers. It's an interesting story, and it'll be really interesting to see how it plays out.

But that's not the point of my post today. While reading cnn.com, I found this column by Ruben Navarrette, Jr. Frankly, I find Mr. Navarrette's entire column, and indeed the very premise of his article, to be stupid and borderline offensive.

Mr. Navarrette is a second-generation Mexican American, at least according to the bio here. That this would inform his political outlook is to be expected. What is neither expected or excusable, however, is the tone of his column, which suggests that the Mexican American community votes as a block, that we do so based on who can pander to us most effectively, and that we're so blindly self-interested that we'd hold a grudge against a politician that supports investigating a politician's questionable activities.

The column's opening line is absurd: "In the flap over the ousted U.S. attorneys, Alberto Gonzales has been hoisted up as a political piñata." Yeah, ok, we get it--you're Mexican, Mr. Gonzales is Mexican. Do we really need the gratuitous piñata reference? That sentence sets the tone for the rest of the column. Mr. Navarrette argues that the calls for Mr. Gonzales's resignation are motivated, at least in part, by his race. And he concludes by saying that Mexicans will keep this in mind in 2008. The point? That you'd better be careful when holding a Mexican American public official accountable; otherwise, you'll have one of the largest voting blocks in the country pissed at you.

As a Mexican American, I'm ashamed that Mr. Navarrette made this argument. I admit that I was very happy to see President Bush appoint Mr. Gonzales. However, that has never clouded my judgment about Mr. Gonzales's job performance. The guy, whether he's intelligent or not, is a terrible Attorney General. I mean, the guy has supported America's use of torture. TORTURE! And he's made the unbelievably laughable argument that, since it merely prohibits the government from removing the right to habeas corpus, the Constitution doesn't guarantee that right. I firmly believe that, if you attempted to make that argument in court, you'd not only get laughed out of the room, you'd get hit with sanctions. It's a completely ridiculous contention.

My point here is not that Mr. Navarrette isn't entitled to his opinion. My point is simply that, if you're going to defend Mr. Gonzales, there are any number of ways to do so without bringing race into the picture. By accusing Mr. Gonzales's detractors of acting solely out of racial animus, Mr. Navarrette undermines not only his own credibility, but that of all successful people who happen to be members of a minority group. It's fair to criticize Mr. Gonzales, that much must be admitted. Even if Mr. Gonzales is actually innocent of any wrongdoing, the burden is on him to prove that to the satisfaction of Congress and the country--the fact that this happened while he was the person in charge of the Department is enough to put the burden on him.

By blindly asserting what is, essentially, the "vast racist conspiracy" defense, a defense for which I see no support, Mr. Navarrette is isolating not only Mr. Gonzales or all Mexican Americans, but all minorities. The fact of the matter is that Mr. Gonzales is not less qualified for the job of Attorney General than a white person simply by virtue of his racial background. But neither is he morequalified. And Mr. Gonzales's race cannot insulte him from criticism--and it should not be argued that it can or should.

Members of minority groups can be extremely successful, given the chance. I don't think anyone out there would disagree with me. And if you do, fuck you. But if we are to credible in our success, we must be accountable, and we must refrain from asserting that our detractors are criticizing us just because they're racists. The fact of the matter is that the vast majority of people are not racists, and insisting that our all of our detractors are always biggots only damages us.

Yes, some politicians show up on Cinco de Mayo in sombreros and panchos and try to be Mexican. But I have the utmost faith that Mexican Americans can, for the most part, tell the sincere candidates from the complete phonies. And I have equal faith that Mexican Americans will not stand blindly behind a disgraceful, dishonorable politician simply because that politician is "one of us." That Mr. Navarrette would imply otherwise is reprehensible.




March 21, 2007

Hall of Fame

Like last year, there were two short movies at this years Law Revue show. The first was "Community Justice Commandos II: Behind the Justice," a sequel to last year's film. The other was written by a certain Vic Yanz and was received incredibly well. I have to admit that it's fucking hilarious. The producer, Rachel Graham, has posted the video on Youtube in four sections. For those of you that missed the show (or if you just want to watch it again), here's Hall of Fame:


Great work, Vic ad Rachel!




Shut My Mouth and Strike the Demons

Like I said a few days ago, I've felt like I was on some kind of strange vacation for the past few days. Now, unfortunately, I have to get to actual work. And that's been really hard for me to do.

Because of the various distractions, both school related and personal, that have been cropping up lately, I haven't had time to sit down and do the things that, you know, I have to do. There's been so much stuff on my mind lately, it's just hard concentrating on any one of the many uninteresting things I have to do. And, while not all of these distractions are negative, they're all stressful in their own way.

The fact of the matter is that I'm more anxious than ever about my future. I can't wait to be done with school and get out there and . . . who the hell knows what I'm going to do, but I can't wait to do it. And school, though I know it's important, is just seeming more and more tedious nowadays.

Who the fuck knows. I have this feeling. A feeling of deep dread. Perhaps it's ridiculous and unfounded. Or perhaps something terrible is about to happen.

Old habits die hard sometimes. Sometimes you can't help but feel insecure and lame, I guess. Or maybe that's just me. In any event, I'm sorry.




March 20, 2007

Riffs that Rock

As you may or may not know, I play the guitar. I'm not necessarily very good (let me know what you think), but I like to play anyway. Although I haven't gotten to do this as often as I'd like, I can tell you that there's nothing more fun than playing an awesome, loud, distorted riff with a full band. It's one of the most satisfying experiences I've ever had. And definitely one of the best ways to get pissed/pumped. While I don't get to do that nearly often enough, I do listen to music fairly often, and a derivative form of entertainment is listening to a great guitar riff. So here, now, is my list of five awesome guitar riffs (in no particular order). Oh fuck yeah.

Rocket - The Smashing Pumpkins
This whole song is built around riffs, there's no discernable "rhythm guitar" part at all. But it's that opening riff in particular that catches you and pulls you in. It's simultaneously mellow and heavy, and it feels very "full" while leaving plenty of room for later variations and elaborations. A classic riff.

Schism - Tool
Although I'm not usually the biggest Tool fan (they waste too much time being pretentious assholes and not enough time doing serious rocking, in my opinion), this song, the main riff around which it is built, kick ass. It's extremely catchy and energetic. And, even though it's repeated almost throughout the whole song, it never gets old or boring, always the mark of an excellent riff.

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
I've proclaimed on several occasions that I'm done with The White Stripes. I honestly never understood the big deal with them in the first place, and I find most of their music boring and far too sparse. I still like this song, though, and the riff here is pretty decent.

Song 2 - Blur
Did you ever see the video for this song? If you did, then you know how I feel when I hear this riff. It's so simple, yet you'd have to be dead not to get psyched by this riff, regardless of whether it's being played quite in the verse or loud as all get out in the chorus.

Say it Ain't So - Weezer
This is an excellent riff and an excellent song. The whole thing is built around a little four chord progression played at various positions and in different voicings. Rivers also a few simple guitar flourishes to make the otherwise boring Db-Ab-A-E progression much more interesting and, in doing so, crafts a classic Weezer riff.




March 18, 2007

The State of Affairs in the Real World

The past few days have been pretty ridiculous. I feel like I've been on vacation, actually. But a very tiring, stressful, short vacation. That's not to say it's bad, just that the past few days have been a significant departure from the status quo. There's been so much going on, and there's so much on my mind, in fact, that I don't think I can weave it all in and out in one coherent narrative. So, I'm going to break this post up into sections.

Law Revue
The annual Stuart's Law Revue show was last night. I have to admit that I had significant reservations before the show, but I think the show went really, really well, and lots of people said that this year's show was better than last years. We'll see how the post-show buzz goes (even the Star Wars prequels got overwhelmingly positive reviews at first), but I think it'll hold up.

Although I've performed in front of people before, that had always been in a musical setting at open mic nights at bars. I had never gotten up in front of people and (attempted) acting. It was a fun experience I'd happily repeat. The highlight for me (although, apparently not the crowd) was a sketch called Trial Ad in which Mr. Vice and I played huge asshole lawyers and Mr. Utah played a live tiger. Maybe you had to be there.

I just woke up and I didn't take a shower last night before bed. That means I'm still wearing make up.

The show was tainted somewhat by the fact that one piece of dialog offended several students. I honestly feel that those students are overreacting, but I also feel bad that we did something that hurt them--it was never our intent to offend. I hope that the situation, if this becomes a situation, can be resolved in an amicable way and that any relationships that were hurt can be restored.

St. Patrick's Day
Last night, after the show, I went out with the cast and then some other people and did a little bar hopping. I wasn't really in the mood to drink, but I did anyway. It was a fun time, for the most part. I will never do shots of Jameson again; that shit is nasty. Nasty! And what's the deal with green Miller Lite, anyway?

I guess I've never really gotten St. Patrick's day. It didn't make any sense in elementary school--why the fuck do I have to wear green or face getting pinched a billion times? And it doesn't really make sense now--why does some saint's day mean I have to be drunk by 10am? I don't know, it's just not my bag.

The Truth
Why does the Truth make people uncomfortable? After having a discussion about this, I just don't understand why we live in a society where it's assumed that you can't tell people the Truth. Why should reciting the state of affairs in the real world cause people to freak out or act in a strange way? It just makes absolutely no sense to me, and I don't think it ever will. I expect people to be mature adults who can fucking handle the Truth, but that assumption has proved true so few times, maybe I'm just an idiot.

My whole life, all I've tried to do is be as honest as I could possibly be, under the assumption that telling the Truth is almost always the best thing to go with. My friends have laughed at me when I've said that I hate that I'm not honest enough--people usually think of me as being too honest, probably. But I hate lying, I hate lying by ommission. I'm just not wired that way. And if I have to pay a price for doing what I think is the right thing, then I guess that's what I'll do. And that leads into . . .

Disappointment
I experienced some unfamiliar feelings the other day: anticipation, excitement, hope. Today I'm experiencing a much more familiar emotion: disappointment. What sucks is that I didn't even have my hopes very high, but I'm still feeling like shit. Ugh.

Billy Corgan's birthday
My biggest musical hero turned the big 4-0 yesterday. That's pretty crazy. In any event, here's to Billy Corgan and the reunited (maybe) Smashing Pumpkins.

Congratulations, Mr. Utah!
It looks like the real world has foiled our plans to enact MZRM, LLP--Mr. Utah is now gainfully employed. Congratulations, sir. You deserve it.




March 17, 2007

Concerning My Thursday and My Hair

The past few days have been exhausting. Thursday started out normally enough; I had to help prepare and distribute the last round of cite-check packets for the Law Review 2Ls. Then I had to go to my Negotiations class and finish up a group negotiation. Then, I had rehearsal for Law Revue, which was to be followed up, so the plan went, with several more hours of work.

I got to school at around 11am and started getting the packets ready. But the process took much longer than we had anticipated because of a large number of completely unforeseeable things we had to take care of immediately. At one point, I looked down at my phone and realized that I had to be in class in just over six minutes. And I still had some things I needed to print out. Damn. So I scrambled to get everything taken care of, left the packets in David's capable hands, and ran off to Negotiations.

Negotiations is, by far, my favorite class this semester. It's challenging and fun. But I have hated it the past few days. We've been working on a negotiation that involves sixteen different parties, each with almost completely divergent interests. As the lead party in the negotiation, it had been up to me to conduct the whole class session and lead the negotiation for the past two periods. After two days of getting nowhere, some of the other parties and I decided to get together and come up with a proposal. As soon as we presented it to the class, shit hit the fan. Almost every single party had some different objection to the deal, and it was impossible to address all of them. Several different parties had counteroffers to run past me, I had to speak with my client (the professor) at length, and I had to work with several different people to restructure the settlement so that the parties could swallow it. Eventually, time ran out, and we were still running around trying to get the thing done. Honestly, I'm not even sure what the deal was at the end.

At the end of the thing, I was edgy, pissed off, and exhausted. Honestly, there was so much stuff to keep straight during the negotiation that it was probably one of the most challenging things I've ever done. I was pretty happy with the way I handled myself, although I was pissed that I didn't get a better deal for my client. And Mr. Utah ripped me off for $15,000, which was bullshit.

Afterwards, I went back down to the WLR office, helped with the packets for a little while, then went to the Law Revue rehearsal. That was an excellent and welcome change of pace from the ridiculously tiresome negotiation. After the rehearsal, which went really well (everyone go to the show: Saturday, March 17th, 8:00, Memorial Union Theatre), I went to dinner with Ben and Mel. My plans to work after dinner were, shall we say, cancelled. I ended up going to bar review with Mr. Utah, RPM, Bluebunny, and a few others. We met up with other people at the bar and one of the people there, a teacher who had been sitting in on my negotiation, told me that I had an excellent teacher's presence. That was a great compliment, I thought.

Anyway, then we went to the Plaza, which I hadn't been to in a while. It was a hell of a lot of fun. Then we went and got pizza; then we walked around for a while; I ended up at an apartment I had never been to; someone I had met seconds earlier told me I needed to run more (in Spanish); there was an impromptu dance party; there was a drunken screaming match; I tried to keep the peace; someone stole my cab; I walked almost a mile with some strange undergrad so that I could get to my car and give him a ride home (even though his house was much, much closer to where we were than where my car was); and I got home at about 4:30.

All in all, it was a pretty fun night, but it made me worthless today, and I feel like I had been going pretty much nonstop until I got home at around midnight.

I've made a decision: it's time to cut my hair. The problem with me and getting haircuts is that I never know what to do with my hair. So I'm taking suggestions from you guys. So, given that I have very long hair right now (down to my chin in the front), please comment and suggest a new style for me. Demonstrative pictures would be great.




March 15, 2007

More Nonsense from Little Green Footballs?

I was bored the other day, so I decided to go check in on Little Green Footballs to see if they were still up to their racist crap. Turns out, they definitely are. But what I found most interesting was this post.

The story the post refers to is about observant Muslim employees at Target that, due to their religious beliefs, refuse to so much as scan products that contain pork, such as pepperoni pizzas or packages of bacon. The post then rants about this, and the comments are pretty much just variations on the theme.

But it got me thinking: what's the right line to draw here? Ultimately, my answer comes down to the fact that you should accept the consequences of your choices. Here's my analysis: On some level, the observant Muslim has chosen to be an observant Muslim. That choice, of course, is neither good nor bad in and of itself, but it comes with certain consequeces. For example, it is my understanding that observant Muslims are required to pray five times a day. That's fine--that comes along with being an observant Muslim. Another consequence, apparently, is being unable to handle pork products.

Now you've got Target, or any other employer, who requires their employees to do certain things. Every job has a list of requirements: pizza delivery drivers need to have valid driver's licenses, lawyers need to have law degrees, construction workers need to have arms, Target employees need to be able to scan the products Target sells. So, if an observant Muslim wants a job at Target, they have a choice: working at Target might require them to do something that is against their religion. They are free to take the job or not. Of course, Target has a choice, too: they can decide how accomodating they're going to be. Here, it looks like Target decided to be relatively accomodating; they just call in another scanner to scan the particular item, just like the Copps by my house has the underage kid call in a manager to scan my booze. It's not a big deal, and it's way better than having to defend yourself against accusations that you don't hire Muslims.

Of course, I think that Target would have been justified in choosing not to be so accomodating; requiring that employees meet certain requirements or be able to do certain things--as long as that requirement is applied evenly--isn't discrimination. It's just keeping the customer satisfied.

The point of all this is that the people at Little Green Footballs are wrong for seeing Target's accomodation of Muslim employees as "another intrusion of extremist shari’a law into US society." I don't often say this, but those words evince an attitude of intolerance and ignorance that is, frankly, nothing short of paranoid islamophobia.

And besides, what the fuck kind of a name is "Little Green Footballs," anyway?




March 14, 2007

The Seventh Thing to Love About Madison: Spring

Goddamn, it's was cold for a while. But it looks like winter is now mostly behind us. Although the official start to spring is still a few weeks away, we've had a precursor to the season of rebirth here in Madison. Where before there were huge piles of snow, there are now only large puddles, which themselves dry up rather quickly. Where before there were several frozen lakes, there are now mostly unfrozen lakes, although some idiots are still out there icefishing. Where before there were down jackets, there are now t-shirts, at least for me.

It's a great feeling to walk outside and not have the frigid air knock the wind out of you. Bascom Hill is green again--or pretty close, anyway. Birds chirp, squirrels run around freely, and the carts have returned to Library Mall. So has Crazy Orange Piccolo Guy, but you take the good with the bad.

Soon, the crazy Christian people will be down by that old fountain, hopefully sans pictures of aborted fetuses. I swear that, this year, I will diffuse any tension between the Christian fundamentalist and the UW's liberal students by preaching the power and glory of the eighteenth edition of The Bluebook: A Uniform System of Citation.

In any event, although I'm sad to see winter go, I'm happy to see spring take its place.




March 13, 2007

Of Flaws and Family (and My Favorite YouTube Video)

I've been feeling pretty good about myself the past few days. Although there's still a hell of a lot I've gotta do between now and the end of the semester, I've been making progress, and that's a great feeling. Further, getting ready to finally actually be a real person has forced me to realize just how far I've come. I used to be anxious about getting out of school, getting a job, and actually just being an adult. Then, a while ago, I started to fear it and I started to wonder if I'd be able to make it. Now, though, I know I can, and I can't wait to be a grown up.

It stands to reason, then, that something would happen that would cause me to freak out and feel like a failure. Worst of all, I've let my family down and given them more fodder should they ever decide to point out my flaws. It's not the end of the world, I know, but I hate letting people down, most of all my family.

I owe my family pretty much everything. A few days ago, I was talking to some people and I told a story my mom's told me about when she and my aunt first came to America. I thought the story was hilarious, but when I was done with it, the people I was telling it to didn't laugh. Instead, one of them said "Wow, I can't believe your parents came here and had absolutely nothing and now you're in law school." And the other person said "Yeah, I was just thinking the exact same thing." It was the first time in a while that I stopped to think about how far my family's come in the forty or so years that we've been in this country. My response to the people I told my story to came out rather trite: "Oh, me being in law school has more to do with my parents than me." I think it came out sounding like I was saying my parents pressured me to come, but that's not what I meant. What I meant was just that, thanks to my family's amazingly hard work, I've always known I'd be ok.

That's why things like what happened today make me so sad, I think. I might be smart and educated and relatively successful by some measures, but there are at least some aspects of me that are completely fucked up and that, for whatever reason, have not benefitted from the years of hard work my parents went through.

My family forgives me, of course--that's what families do. But I just hope that someday I can pay them back.

And now for the video . . .
This is the Arcade Fire playing Wake Up under very unusual circumstances, and I think it's fucking awesome.




March 11, 2007

Drinking Is Bad, M'kay?

Seriously, I feel dead inside. I don't even think I was that drunk last night, but I feel like my soul has been taken from me. I'm running on no soul today. I've managed to accomplish exactly nothing in the six or so hours I've been awake. Every now and then, I get flashbacks to that shot of horrible, horrible tequila, and I throw up in my mouth a little.




March 10, 2007

At Least Jessica Alba Is Hot

For some reason, I stayed up way later last night than I had originally intended; I didn't go to bed until abou 5am. Then I woke up at about ten so that I could get to school in time to do the Law Review stuff I had to do today. Once I got going, it was a pretty productive day, especially thanks to a few 2Ls that worked their asses off today.

After leaving school and faced with the prospect of (gasp) free time, I decided to go deposit a few checks at the bank. While I was there, I exchanged one of my dollar bills for one of those new-fangled president dollars:


I've gotta say that I kinda like the coin, although I still think that the coin's not going to be as popular as the dollar. The fact is that I'd much rather carry ten dollar bills than ten dollar coins. Large quantities of coins are just annoying to carry. In any event, I like the design, and I really like the writing on the edge of the coin:


I wonder, though--why the fuck does George Washington look so pissed? His eyebrows are furrowed and he's sporting one hell of a scowl. Is the U.S. Mint trying to tell us that he'd be pissed at us for the state of our country? Who the hell knows, but it's kind of disconcerting--I don't like feeling like my money's judging me.

Although Friday night is usually my friends' poker night, we didn't play tonight because Laurence wasn't feeling well or some such shit. So, I ended up going over to Mr. Utah's and watching the Fantastic Four, which was an unbelievably bad movie. There were so many problems with the plot it wasn't even funny. For example, if, after the accident that gave them their powers, the Fantastic Four are hanging out in Switzerland, how can the Thing walk, in what is presented as a matter of minutes, to New York City? Why would Von Doom industries just happen to have sunk millions of dollars into the development of a "hyper-freezing machine"? And, for the love of god, if the fucking machine that can return the Fantastic Four to their normal states works and isn't broken, why doesn't the Thing just switch back to being normal whenever he doesn't need his super strength and shit?

Anyway, the movie sucked. Tomorrow, though, we're going to see 300, which I hope will not suck. In any event, Jessica Alba is hot:




March 8, 2007

Hurry up and Wait

When I worked at the TV station, I used to come into work at around 3 o'clock to prepare for the 6 o'clock news. Then we'd have a break from about 6:30 to 7:30, at which point we'd all come back and get ready for the 10 o'clock news. There wasn't usually much to do at 3. Or 4. Around 4:30 lots of shit would start happening. The news department would ask me to whip up a bunch of different graphics, they'd decide they wanted to do something fancy with the cameras, the editors would need help cutting a certain tape, or the weather guy would come in and get pissed that we were too busy to talk to him about Phish.

That last hour and a half before the show was always the most hectic. Sometimes, the content of the news program wasn't finalized until literally seconds before we went on air. Sometimes the editors would literally hand me a tape as the anchorwoman was reading the intro for that particular news story. It was hectic shit.

Because of that, we always tried to get as much of the tedious shit done as possible before the more complicated stuff started coming down. So we'd come in at 3, get all the easy out of the way by 3:30, and then sit around for an hour or so. Hurry up and wait.

I'm writing about this because today kind of reminded me of those days. Or, rather, what happened when we didn't hurry up and wait. I got to school and I was completely unable to concentrate on anything. As a result, I accomplished nothing from about 11 to 4. But that was ok because I had plenty of time, right? Well, right around 4:30, there were about seven hundred things I had to immediately do. Had it not been for Kristin's help, I wouldn't have gotten one of the most important things done.

Then, when it was all calmer and I only had one task to worry about, I felt terrible for having blown off so much time earlier. And I felt totally terrible for letting the momentary stress get to me.

Recently, someone commented that stress is easy to detect on me. At first, I thought that was a complete mistake, but I guess it's not, really. Or, at least, my appearance is rarely a reflection of what's going on internally, in terms of stress. The fact of the matter is that I think I deal with stress pretty well. Another thing I just realized is that my ability to deal with stress depends completely on how well the people around me are dealing with stress. In general, I think I can be pretty level-headed in high-stress situations. I can be even more so when the people around me are visibly stressed out. But I let myself go a little more when the people around me are way more calm and collected.

In any event, I was pissed at myself today for letting a comparatively tiny amount of stress get to me. I'm going to have to work on that.




March 6, 2007

The Arcade Fire - Neon Bible

I stand by my initial assessment that the Arcade Fire's first album, Funeral, is the best album of the new millenium thus far. That album was simultaneously energetic, catchy, and thoroughly depressing. It's a great album to listen to when you're by yourself and you'd rather not be. It goes without saying, then, that I love the Arcade Fire. Still, when I heard that they were releasing a new album, I was kind of nervous; I would almost feel betrayed if the album sucked.

Well, I just bought Neon Bible on iTunes and I'm going to offer my first thoughts about it here. I'll give the songs ratings out of five, matching the star values I'm giving them on first listen in iTunes.

Black Mirror
This is a rather dark song to start the album. It's good, but not overly so. I like the haunting female vocals, but I think there might be too much ambient noise-type stuff. I like the persistent beat a lot, and I think the little piano part is pretty cool.

My rating: 4/5

Keep the Car Running
I like the instrumentation and the groove to this one. I also like Win's singing, and the melody is pretty catchy. It's also not quite as dark as Bllack Mirror.

My rating: 4/5

Neon Bible
I really like the way this song builds, and the vocals are, again, haunting and really good. The downside is that, at only 2:16, it's almost as if the song doesn't get a chance to mature.

My rating: 4/5

Intervention
As soon as the nondrone notes start, you know this is an Arcade Fire song. This is the best song on the album so far. It builds really well, and the background vocals are, again, spectacular. The instrumentation and arrangement is really good. But the ending is unsatisfying; one feels like the song just stops rather than ends.

My rating: 4/5

Black Wave / Bad Vibrations
Hmm... On Funeral, my least favorite songs were those on which Régine Chassagne took the role of lead singer. It looks like Neon Bible will continue that trend--I don't like this song very much at all. I thought the first part was not good at all and, although it gets better when Win takes over the singing, it doesn't get good enough to make it a good song.

My rating: 2/5

Ocean of Noise
This is the mellowest song so far, and also probably the saddest and loneliest, due to its relatively sparse instrumentation, at least in the earlier half. Strangely, the closing string parts remind me of mariachi music. This one might grow on me, but it's not a stand out just yet.

My rating: 3/5

The Well and the Lighthouse
This one was fairly disappointing. I expected something pretty awesome because I liked the title. But I couldn't really get into this one at all. It was just kind of a boring song.

My rating: 2/5

Antichrist Television Blues
This may be a strange criticism, but this song sounds like it's trying too hard to be "indie." On its own terms, it's just decent, although I think my opinion might improve after a few listenings.

My rating: 3/5

Windowsill
This song is my favorite on the album so far. I don't usually care for horns in pop music, but they work here, and they kick ass. The tone of the song is regretful and kind of angry, but not overly so. Still, it doesn't quite deserve a perfect score.

My rating: 4/5

No Cars Go
This is the longest track on the album, and probably the most ambitious; it features a whole orchestra. Unfortunately, it's not extremely satisfying, and the promise of the concept seems to go unfulfilled.

My rating: 3/5

My Body Is a Cage
This is probably the darkest song on the album, and the simplest, in terms of arrangement and instrumentation. It almost doesn't even sound like an Arcade Fire song at all. In fact, certain elements in this song remind me of songs by Genesis. It's a weak and unsatisfying closer.

My rating: 3/5

So, as of right now, I have to say that I'm disappointed. Maybe the album will grow on me after a few run throughs and after I can sing along and whatnot. Right now, though, I have to say that I think this is vastly inferior to Funeral.




"Parasite" or "I Have to Wait How Long?!" (Updated)

Although I was slightly disappointed by this episode, it was still pretty good. I think my disappointment stems from the fact that, given last week's awesomeness, I had my expectations set pretty high. And I expected something more explosive to happen. Spoilers.

Ok, so, obviously, Peter's going to survive Sylar's attack. The really cool thing is going to see them duke it out super-hero style. Remember: Peter's got all of Sylar's abilities and some Sylar doesn't have, such as flight, regeneration, and telepathy. On the other hand, Sylar has mastered all of his powers, especially telekinesis. While we've seen that Peter has greatly improved the level of control he has over his powers, it's unclear that he'll be able to control them effectively enough to actually hurt or kill someone who's almost his equal in terms of raw abilities. I think what'll end up happening is that Sylar will decide that it's best to run and find some way to escape. But Sylar will come to understand Peter's power and he will want it more than anything, meaning it will only be a matter of time before we get to see Peter vs. Sylar II. I also think that Mohinder will survive, at the very least long enough to give Peter some information about what's going on.

It looks like Mr. Bennet is fucked. I don't see how he's going to get himself out of this one. And I guess I was wrong about the Haitian having taken all of Mr. Bennet's memories of Claire.

Niki/Jessica was back. Ugh. Some people were over for the episode tonight, and there was a collective groan when we saw her. Her part wasn't necessarily bad, it just wasn't terribly interesting. That's been the problem all along. In any event, I'm surprised that Jessica's had Micah fooled for so long. He was aware of what was going on way before anyone else, and he seems like a generally perceptive kid. I bet he knows what's going on but isn't letting on just yet. One person that definitely isn't fooled is D.L. He's for sure aware that Jessica's out and about. And one thing's for sure: it'll be tedious to see what he does about it.

I was really pleased with Nathan's story in this episode. I particularly liked his interaction with Hiro. Hiro's line, going from memory, was something like "I thought you didn't care at all, but you care too much." I think it's a nice 180 for the Nathan character: although he used to come across as a completely self-centered jerk, we now see that, a lot of the time, he was doing what he thought he had to in order to protect his family. Although that still doesn't explain cheating on his wife. Or claiming that Peter was suicidal. Still, there's more to Nathan than meets the eye, and we get the sense that, somewhere, there's a really good guy. Although I knew Nathan wouldn't kill Mr. Linderman, I wonder how tempted he is by Mr. Linderman's offer.

That brings us, of course, to Mr. Linderman. I like the actor they've picked--he's got this really nice civil-yet-evil air to him. More important, though, is Mr. Linderman's knowledge about the heroes' abilities and the fact that Nathan is Claire's father. How the fuck does he know that? It certainly lends support to the theory that Mr. Linderman is behind the AWI. I'm starting to see that as a likely scenario, actually. Perhaps Mr. Nakamura and Mr. Linderman are old business associates? Who knows. It'll be interesting to see where that goes.

That brings us to Hiro. He's finally got the sword. And Ando's back. I hope there's more explanation as to how Ando got there. He said he was following Hiro and that he knew Hiro would eventually set off an alarm. So, does that mean that Ando was actually an employee of Mr. Linderman and just coincidentally happened to be at work and right near the museum at the time, or does it mean that Ando snuck into the facility and followed Hiro around? I hope it's the latter. In any event, it looks like Hiro was right; getting the sword seems to have restored his powers. And, wouldn't you know it, he accidentally teleported forward through time again, this time to a day after the explosion. Looks like our heroes still have a lot of work to do to save the world.

Update:
I apparently completely neglected to mention Claire, the Haitian, and Claire's grandmother. What the fuck is going on there? I have to say that I was surprised to see that Claire's grandmother (Nathan and Peter's mother) is wrapped up in this whole thing. And I was straight-up flabergasted to see that she's the one who's been giving the Haitian his orders. The conversation between Mrs. Petrelli and the Haitian, translated from French, was:

Mrs. Petrelli: At least now, she will be safe. And not because of you.
The Haitian: Listen, I did everything I could. She'd end up finding her own way.
This revalation raises so many questions: How long has Mrs. Petrelli known about Claire? How did she come into contact with the Haitian? Does she know about her own sons' abilities? Was Nathan's father involved with the AWI or Linderman or both? Is Mrs. Petrelli currently involved with any of those organizations? We know that Mr. Petrelli worked for Linderman, and we now know that Linderman knows all about the heroes. Is it possible that the relationship between Linderman and Petrelli was closer than we've been lead to believe? I agree with Mr. Utah that the Petrelli family is getting more and more interesting. Maybe the Sanders could learn something from them.

And, goddamnit, I wish we didn't have to wait until April 23rd to see how they do it. That's fucking ridiculous.




March 5, 2007

The Kaplan Thing (Updated)

As you may or may not know, several students at the University of Wisconsin Law School have accused professor Leonard Kaplan of making incredibly racist remarks about the Hmong in class. Obviously, the controversy brings up a lot of questions about academic freedom, freedom of speech, and the proper atmosphere to create at an institution of higher learning. But I believe that we cannot address those issues, although they are important, until we have the facts straight. Sadly, no one involved with the issue has made a concerted effort to clarify what actually happened, and the media has utterly failed to illuminate the situation.

I first became aware of the incident when someone forwarded me an e-mail originally written by KaShia Moua (although I normally try to keep the identities of people I don't know secret, I see no point in doing that here because the names of the people involved are well-publicized). The e-mail read, in its entirety, as follows:

Dear All,

My apologies if you have received this email more than once.

This email concerns racist and inappropriate comments made by Professor Kaplan to his class last week on 2/15.

His 10-minute rant about the Hmong included comments such as: "Hmong men have no talent other than to kill"..."Hmong women are better off now that Hmong men are dying off in this country"..."all 2nd generation Hmong end up in gangs and other criminal activity"..."all Hmong men purchase their wives, so if he wants to have sex with his wife and she doesn't consent, you and i call it rape, but the Hmong guy is thinking 'man, i paid too much for her!"...

these are just some of the incredibly offensive and racist remarks that Kaplan made. whether Hmong or not, i hope you see how Kaplan's remarks are damaging to our entire law school community. I strongly urge you to attend the meeting to discuss how our student body can proceed in holding Kaplan and our administration accountable for these comments. kaplan has violated our rights as students. he made the unfortunate choice to turn his classroom into a public platform for him to spew his racist and close minded beliefs about the Hmong. we will not tolerate his actions!

please attend the meeting that will take place immediately following the "multicultural pre law day" meeting on Weds. night. also, please forward this email to others w/in your respective students orgs.
Now, the first thing I thought when I read this e-mail was "What was the context in which Prof. Kaplan made these statements?" Frankly, I thought it was unacceptable for the e-mail to tell me that the comments were "racist and inappropriate" but not give me enough context to reach that conclusion myself. Then, I thought "And how reliable are these quotes, anyway?"

I immediately began trying to track down someone who was actually in the class. A little while later, a friend of mine told me that his friend, Nam Dao, was in the class and was not offended by the statements and that the e-mail misrepresented both the content and the context of Prof. Kaplan's statements. However, soon after, I read this article, which suggests that Mr. Dao was offended and that Mr. Dao believed that Prof. Kaplan endorsed the statements he allegedly made. Then the Badger Herald (the UW student newspaper) published this editorial which, while not particularly insightful, marked the first time I saw a rather peculiar error: the editorial claimed that Mr. Dao is Hmong, which he is not. The story then got a little more traction, until the AP eventually picked it up. Many of the stories repeated the Mr. Dao-is-Hmong error, and none gave any more than a cursory account of the events.

Meanwhile, the law school rumor mill was in full swing, but it, too, was woefully short of actual, substantive information. Mr. Dao, it turns out, was not offended by the comments, but did understand why some students were offended. There are also various stories floating around about what happened when the offended students met with Prof. Kaplan. Apparently, he said he was sorry that his comments had offended people, explained that that was not his intention, but stood by his comments. Some stories claim that Prof. Kaplan insisted on the truth of his statements based on "research" which he refused to identify and that he insisted that, if the students wanted to prove him wrong, they should provide him with appropriate citations to scholarship.

The whole ordeal reached a high point last Thursday. The offended students organized a forum, ostensibly on Hmong culture and the Hmong experience in America. The moderator, Prof. Stephanie Tai, repeatedly reminded the standing-room-only crowd that the forum was not intended as a discussion of what happened but, rather, that the purpose was to educate people about the Hmong. Prof. Tai went to great lengths to make it clear that the purpose of the forum was not to present a one-sided or mutli-sided account of the events that started this whole thing. Prof. Kaplan, who was originally supposed to be at the forum, did not attend, explaining, through a spokeperson, that he did not want for his presence to detract from the educational focus of the forum.

I attended the forum. Although there were presentations from a noted Hmong historian and a Hmong professor from UW-Milwaukee, the focus of the forum was, undeniably, the offended students and their experience. The offended students spoke in turn, recounting the way Prof. Kaplan's comments made them feel. Although they made several allusions to what actually happened, they did not discuss that in detail. Rather, they proceeded from the assumption that the comments were patently offensive. And that, for me, is where the problem is.

Undeniably, Prof. Kaplan's comments deeply affected the offended students. That should, of course, not be ignored. The students were completely within their rights to seek redress of their grievances, and I commend them for doing so. I also respect the students' desire to turn what was, for them, an incredibly negative event into something positive--a discussion of race relations at the UW Law School and Wisconsin generally. That kind of discussion is necessary in this school. However, I believe that that discussion is ultimately premature, given that neither the students nor Prof. Kaplan have made a real effort to explain what happened.

The problem starts with Ms. Moua's e-mail. At the forum, she admitted that the e-mail was highly emotional, and suggested that, had she been calmer, she would not have written that e-mail. She also suggested (at least in my opinion) that the quotes that the e-mail attributed to Prof. Kaplan were not completely accurate. But neither she nor any of the other students made any attempt to set the record straight, and one of the students said that the statements were offensive, regardless of what the statements actually were.

Nor have any of the offended students, to my knowledge, made a serious attempt to put the statements in context. Mr. Dao has explained that Prof. Kaplan made the statements during a discussion of legal formalism and the problem of integrating different cultures under one legal system. But the specific syntactical context of the statements remains unclear. Even assuming that the e-mail correctly quoted Prof. Kaplan, the statements lose all of their offensive character if they were immediately preceeded by, for example, the phrase "It is not the case that . . . ." While I doubt that any of the offended students would have mistaken a statement denying those stereotypes as a statement endorsing them, it is still possible that Prof. Kaplan, who has a reputation for being bat-shit crazy, was simply assuming a position for the sake of having his students disprove the position. Or for any number of valid pedagogical reasons. The fact is that we have no idea, and the parties involved have made no attempt to clarify, whether this is the case.

Prof. Kaplan, for his part, has largely remained silent, saying, at a faculty meeting, only that he did not make the statements that the e-mail attributed to him but that he understood why his statements were misunderstood. He has also said that he will provide a more detailed statement sometime this week.

Frankly, I find the current situation unacceptable. The offended students want to start a dialog, but they have failed to do so--even the question and answer portion of the forum was cancelled because the students had only reserved the room until 9pm; the obvious question is "who the hell wanted a class room that big at 9pm on a Thursday?" In order for a real dialog about free speech, the proper bounds of academic freedom, and race relations to happen, someone has to make it clear exactly what took place in that classroom. Someone has to be willing to answer the questions that have been on everyone's mind: Did Prof. Kaplan really say all that? Did he mean it? Did he really demand that the students disprove his claims? If he didn't say those things, what did he say? Why did he say it? If he had a valid educational reason for making the statements, what was it? To date, no one has answered those questions satisfactorily and, in fact, those questions have been almost completely avoided.

If it is the case that Prof. Kaplan made those statements and meant them to be insulting, then I would, without hesitation, support the efforts of the offended students to demand an apology from him. In such case, I would also support an effort to start a real, meaningful dialog about diversity, race, and the proper learning environment. But I refuse to condemn a respected and intelligent law professor on the say so of an inflamatory, incomplete, and conclusory e-mail; the large number of second-, third-, fourth-, and fifth-hand reports floating around the school; or the demonstrably unreliable reporting of the media. Fortunately, it seems that the vast majority of my collegues feel the same way.

Update:
Prof. Kaplan has finally issued his response. You can see a PDF of the letter he wrote to Dean Davis here. It's well-written and seemingly honest. It's also pretty easy to see that Prof. Kaplan has been upset and angered by the recent events. The question now is whether this will close this story or merely make it larger. Time will tell.




March 4, 2007

The Sixth Thing to Love About Madison: Fish Fries

Perhaps no Wisconsin tradition instantly struck me as being awesome as the Friday night fish fries. Let me explain for those of you who might not have had the pleasure of attending a fish fry in Wisconsin.

Basically, every Friday, the vast majority of non-chain restaurants in Wisconsin offer a fried fish dinner. It started as a religious observance for Catholics during Lent, but has grown far beyond that. If it's Friday and you're in Wisconsin, you can bet that you'll smell the sweet fragrance of deep-fried cod or bluegill or something. There're so many to choose from, it's almost paralyzing. Do you go for quantity or quality? All-you-can-eat or just one big, awesome plate? It used to be that you could get the best of both worlds (along with straight-up amazing cole slaw) at the Stamm House, but we had a bad experience once (and the slaw sucked) and haven't been back. So we've done the Avenue Bar the last few times we've gone. It's great there, although the wait is mind-numbing at times. I guess the Isthmus was right: it's not about the best fish fry, it's about finding the best fish fry.

Aside from playing poker, there's nothing I'd rather do on a Friday night than go to a fish fry. Fortunately, my friends seem to be of similar minds.




March 3, 2007

Two Chicks at Once

You know, all in all, today was a back and forth day. I have another thing to love about Madison to post, but I'll save it for another time.

I started off the day in a pretty shitty mood, as my previous post suggests. Then, I got some work done, which actually made me feel a lot better. Although the process was long and tedious, I'm proud of the final product.

Then, I went to dinner with my friends, and the day hit its high point. I love hanging out with that group of people, and a fish fry is always a good time. Then we watched a movie and just hung out.

Then Elise and her friend and I went to some bar where Elise's friend's friend was. I just went along because no one else was doing anything and I didn't feel like coming home. Elise and I got to talking, which was nice. Unfortunately, the conversation kept turning towards rather unpleasant subjects. But the fact of the matter is that Elise and I both have our nonemployment on our minds, so it's a natural thing to discuss.

So then I dropped Elise off and drove home (I got fucking pulled over on the way, which sucked, but I only got a warning, which didn't suck so much). On the way home, I started thinking: what if I won the lottery like Hurley on Lost? What would I do with all that money? I mean, sure, I'd make sure that my family was incredibly well taken care of. But what would I do with my life?

I thought about it for a while. I know exactly what I would do if I had $100 million and never had to work another day in my life: I'd start a law firm. I'd be a lawyer. I'd round up Mr. Utah and Mr. Vice and Mr. RPM, and I'd say "Let's start the best motherfucking law firm the world has ever seen." I'd go to work every day, I'd hang out with my friends, I'd work hard for our clients, I'd love being in court, I'd love getting good results for people. I'd love being a lawyer. And I'd be fucking great at it. Maybe I couldn't be a law professor, maybe I'd never get appointed to the federal bench, but I'd be a hell of an advocate for my clients.

So why can't I even get a fucking screening interview? I don't know. But it's the worst feeling I've felt for a while.




March 2, 2007

Bleak Outlook

It's pretty fucking depressing to look out at the landscape of your life and see only things you hate and regret. It's even more depressing to look ahead and see only a bleak continuation of the same. And my finger is bleeding.

I fucking hate having bad days, and multiple bad days in a row is just not cool.