Wednesday, October 25, 2006

|And the award for most obscure pop culture reference of the evening goes to...|

SWS2.1! Woooooooooooooo.

At my first non-gay social event with my fellow law school students, a guy named Dan was talking about how he prefers "Dan" to "Daniel" and doesn't know why some of our professors have started calling him "Daniel" (those that don't go strictly by last names, that is).

I then chose to point out that he should give "Daniel" sometime, because much like the capricious youngster who came of age by the closing minutes of the first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie, who, when his cop dad said something like, "You did good, Danny" (that may not AT ALL be what he said), the boy-come-man said, "Daniel, dad," (that, too, may not at all be what was said, but more or less the gist), he might grow to change his mind on "Daniel."

People stared. Some laughed. I think most did not get it.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 09:32.
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|It's time for a new section we'll call "Law School Word of the Day"|

Today's word is hooliganism.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 09:29.
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Saturday, October 21, 2006

|Inertia.|

Last night I went to bed upset. This morning I awoke upset. It has been a constant source of support in my life that I rarely wake up less than thrilled to see a new day, unless things were off.

Things were really off.

And I came to the conclusion, maybe it'll help, maybe it won't, to stop resisting all that I've resisted doing for no good reason.

So I've joined Facebook, as I type this I'm watching "Six Feet Under," and I'll probably get drunk tonight.

The day's looking up already.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 13:14.
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Saturday, October 14, 2006

|The News Is In!|

I'm divorced.

And, as a matter of public record, a very verbally abusive man.

The Ex and I will be having a shindiggydig of some sort in the near future.

But for now, let's all bask in the afterglow of what was a beautiful sham union.

P.S. - I'm fairly certain that this shamnion (and its ending) is going to come back to haunt me.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 19:07.
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Friday, October 13, 2006

|Preaching the Gospel to Mohammed.|

In a cab, caught somewhere between Pitt and Allen streets, I began a conversation with an attractive and intelligent driver, one year my junior (have you ever had a cab driver in New York who was actually younger than you?).

The sociologist (and the would-be flirt) in me could not help but get the story of how this young man became a cab driver. He's a student at a little-known school in Brooklyn (well, little-known to me), studying IT, driving to pay his way through school and graduating this December. I asked what he plans to do when he graduates and that's when I really became invested in the conversation: "I'm planning on applying to law school."

Blessed-be that accident that resulted in what should have been a 7min cab ride from the Lower East Side to Gramercy becoming a 40min crash-course in law school admissions (no pun intended). In the conversation that resulted, I destroyed all of his preconceived notions about law school and demystified the application process (when to apply, how to structure his application [especially in light of his coming from an untraditional field for a law school applicant and his background/current occupation], and, of course, ways to pay for it all).

Come my building, he'd revealed that he was of North African descent, that his name was Mohammed, I'd given him my email address should he have any more questions, and he had refused my money, saying, "The advice you've given me is worth much more than the fare."


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 08:45.
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Sunday, October 08, 2006

|Descent into Dull.|

I was warned that studying the law makes one far more boring -- at least to the outside world. And, worse yet, in addition to becoming less well-humored, I would grow to find severely unfunny things to be very funny.

I laughed out loud for about 2min when I read the following, and then I re-read it like when you rewatch the funny part of a movie because it tickled you so:

"... A jury might well conclude that a light near an open hatch or rail on the side of a vessel's deck would have prevented a person's falling into the hatch or into the water, in the dark. But there is nothing whatever to show that the decedent was not drowned because he did not know how to swim, nor anything to show that, if there had been a life buoy on board, the decedent's wife would have got it in time, that is, sooner than she got the small line [which she got too late to be of any assistance to him], or, if she had, that she would have thrown it so that her hsuband could have seized it, or, if she did, that he would have seized it, or that, if he did, it would have prevented him from drowning." -- N.Y. Central R.R. v. Grimstad, 264 F. 334 (2d Cir. 1920).


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