Frequent Citations

So Behind The Times!

The Volokh Conspiracy finally got around to posting this fun little link today. Boy sent it to me a week ago. Tsk. It was also really quite late with its news about the cartoon primer I'm sure you all remember--the one where stick figures explain the subprime mortgage crisis.

I guess it's nice that whatever else is going on, at least I'm ahead of the curve on important things.

How Can It Only Be 5:30?

It's been a very long week today. I think I forgot to eat lunch. Back to back meetings are exhausting, but today's were highly productive. On the other hand, I haven't done any of the reading for tomorrow. Urp.

This post is a perfect example of what I love about British--or any--humor. Wry, with a vicious twist. Sounds like a drink, doesn't it?

A friend got great news, bad news, potentially horrible but possibly sort of good news--all today. Her life is drama. It's exhausting even to watch, so I stand in awe and admiration of her ability to keep her nose above water.

I pondered my Negotiations deal all yesterday evening, woke up thinking about it today, did some deep analysis of it this afternoon, and am slowly beginning to realize that I take this seriously and maybe, just maybe, rather enjoy it. It brings together both my competitive instinct and my willingness to get everyone to at least think they're walking away happy. My opposite is someone I feel no compunction whatsoever in manipulating just as far as I am able. Which may prove to be not far at all, but we shall see.

Curious Queue

After a mandatory period of brainless post-exam mucking about I sat down to work on a piece for a professor. He had sent it to me some time ago and I had started it, but not finished it. So I did that (it was quite good and fun to comment on) and then, being constitutionally (heh) unable to turn off my computer without checking headlines and maybe a blog or two, I clicked over to the Volokh Conspiracy.

It often has interesting posts. It's on the libertarian/law & econ-y side of things, mostly, where hotshot young professor types often write. For some reason I glanced over to the side where it listed contributors. And then I looked again. There were almost no women.

See, it's the little things. Here's an article that just came through, saying the same thing in a different context.

I'm not big on despising or disparaging housewives. Some of my favorite people are housewives. I was one, a veritable Suzy Homemaker (on my good days).

But the pervasiveness of the second-tier status is maddening. Most of the time I can ignore it because in my day to day life I don't feel much affected by it--but I am. We all are. I know the school is struggling to hire more women professors, and BIGLAW is struggling to hold onto women lawyers. But are they also struggling to promote them? To make sure that the slings and arrows we feel are only those of outrageous fortune, and not those of entrenched and thoughtless snubbing?

Let us take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them. Or at least toss a few snubs back.

Work Avoidance Technique # 594

Instead of reading for originalism, or Con Law, or the MPRE (oh, yeah) I just did some dinking around with my design. Pretty darn minimal dinking, but hey. I'm no longer doing graphic design of any kind, and I am not so desperate to avoid all work. I rather like my reading.

PSA For Swollen Eyes

Your Public Service Announcement today:

For swollen eye lids--in case you've been crying--try resting for half an hour with thin slices of cucumber on your eyelids, or try teabags dipped in chilled water. Maybe mint tea; I suspect it's the cold as much as any astringent properties in the tea that helps the swelling, and mint smells nice.

The PayPal link for the Landon Fund has been a bit uncertain, but you can always get to PayPal to send money to [email protected], if you like. It's probably a more useful gift than flowers. I wonder if we should put an actual trust together for tax purposes (sorry, but I am in law school and did rotate through Tax this summer). Anyone know a banker? T&E lawyer? I think we could still use PT-LawMom's brilliant PayPal idea to send money to it, probably with the same email.

Once again, I'm struck by how little I know about the law. I just know about things like cucumbers.

Waiting And Praying

It's hard to concentrate on Admiralty--even on a case that begins, "This is a maritime case about a train wreck"--when I'm waiting to hear from  LL about Sqiurmy's fate.

I'm really hoping people have come to their senses, and everything will return to normal. In the meantime, I'll go back to reading about salty cases.

I Miss Squirmy!

Yesterday I got to spend a nice long time with Mr. Squirmy as he emphatically expressed his disapproval of the universe and whatever was happening in his belly. Oh that curling up and kicking in rhythm with the screaming--I'd recognize those symptoms anywhere! Poor kid.

TFL is the one who remembered that when Boy was pulling this stunt he really liked to be held stomach down on one arm. Sure enough, as soon as I flipped Squirmy over he quieted right down and went to sleep. It also helps keep the snot and tears from clogging him up, and lets any drool drain away so they're more comfortable. Yeah, babies are just gross, but they are so darn cute and cuddly you just don't even mind it. TFL agrees that Mr. Squirmy is adorable, in case you wanted a second opinion.

Today I couldn't get over there and I miss him. But I'm really really really hoping tomorrow brings good news for everyone.

In other news: I'm seriously thinking about dropping Corporate Finance, math class or no. Boy manages to stress me out even from three states away. And I'm trying to make plans for Thanksgiving, but it all seems a Bit Much.

Trial By Fire

My good friend and fellow blogger is going through the most horrendous nightmare. As a parent, it's hard to imagine a worse scenario. As a friend, it's terrible to see her and her husband suffer this way.

When I endured major and minor agonies, my mother would tell me they "build character." I think LL & JP have all the character they need. They are showing the most amazing courage and honor, all while worried out of their minds about their son. Although I wish I could do so much more, all I can do is stand by with comfort and my cell phone and, yes, call lawyers.

It is interesting, and not in a good way, but lawyers can be stymied by these delicate situations as much as anyone. We're 3Ls and we know we don't have a clue, but even experienced lawyers don't either unless they work in this particular field. The ones who do work in this field are amazing and I am full of respect for them.

The good news is that we had a conversation with one lawyer who was able to give us lots of information about how the process works, who can do what, and what good next moves might be. And we got the name of a lawyer who makes the agency and the hospital tremble. Now at least some of the uncertainty is gone,  and the phone number of the cavalry is at hand.

I Hate It When Good Bloggers Retire

And I really get morose and grumpy when excellent bloggers retire.

Farewell, Legally Intoxicated. Best of luck and all good things to you.

I Would Tell You, But Then I Would Have To...

You'll not be hearing much from me for the next week or so. For one thing, it's hard to blog from an airplane. True, I won't be on a plane for the whole time, but it makes for a good excuse for a few hours here and there.

For another thing, I'm not going to have much to say. I suppose I could resort to blogging about the bagel and egg sandwich I have for breakfast, but that might eventually become dull for all of us. It's also true that I've not let the lack of having anything to say stop me before, but I am all overcome with discretion. It's either discretion, or panic at how much I need to do.

In other news: I found out tonight that a 1L knows who I am. Hi, 1L! Good detective work!