Frequent Citations

Oh September, How You Taunt Me

I have an appointment for my character and fitness interview, and for my orientation to the Bar, and for my swearing-in ceremony.

All in September.

My office mate points out to me that I will probably be the last person in our class to be admitted.  My response is inevitably obscene.

TFL merely remarked that September is only some weeks away. 

Bah.

Truth be told, the important lesson in all this is:  take the time to do what you need to do and to heck with everyone else, including the partner down the hall, because the world can wait for half an hour while you finish writing out your bar application.  Really.  Or, you know, get your passport renewed.

He Was Big In Japan*

The day Michael Jackson died, I fired up the internets while still at work and watched videos while finishing up work for the night, and then came home and watched more.  For hours, probably.

Am I, or was I ever, a huge Michael Jackson fan?  Not particularly.   At least, not as he reincarnated himself after his first solo album.  I know, I know, Thriller was the perfect album.  Meh.  And it was a revolutionary video that broke all sorts of boundaries, but a) it was silly, b) I didn't have a tv, c) I had no idea that those color boundaries even existed.  See, where I grew up, Motown was a Big Deal.  So I had no idea that in other parts of the country the Jackson 5 didn't necessarily get lots of airtime.

That was crazy.

Anyway.

The Jackson 5, child laborers that they were, were fantastic.  Such great songs, perfectly sung.  And when he died, I took some time to remember what a talent Michael was, and how much joy he gave us.

Then I ordered Off the Wall and, because he was another fabulous child Motown phenom, Stevie Wonder's Songs in the Key of Life, which I played to death when I was a kid.  I am currently humming along to the horns in Sir Duke.

*My squirts can identify this reference.  Anyone else?

You know you love it.

Guilty, So Guilty

Not Madoff or the Irani government or --well, them too, but I was speaking of myself.  Guilty of overwork, failure to post, abandonment of TFL and Dogness . . . and that's about it.  I've been working too much to be guilty of anything else.  No time for sin.

It's been a month of depositions, preparing for depositions, preparing witnesses for depositions, etc., etc., and so forth.

With a little mid-year review action thrown in, but they didn't escort me from the building or anything (so far).   What else?  Drafting motions for summary judgment, statements of fact, emails summarizing yet more research . . . and a RIDE!

Yesterday was the first ride since before all the trees had fully leafed out. How sad is that?  And we had to cut it short, because TFL and I both had to work -- boy.  We're in serious danger of becoming downright dull.  I'll have to think of something to do about that.  Maybe next month, because this month is all about yet more depositions, and preparations, and so forth.