0 comments Friday, November 30, 2007

I know there's at least one Pats fan in Oregon... me.Go Pats!  Run up that score!

0 comments Wednesday, November 28, 2007


4 comments Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Who am I?

Lifetime student.  One-time actor.  A would be has-been writer.

Barely graduated high school, and applied to one college on the day the application was due. [In doing so, spelling the word "business" wrong on my application... to Business School.]

Somehow, started college with 8 credits from AP.

Liberal Arts, Business Administration, Political Science, and Philosophy major... only one of which I managed to graduate from.

Learned to love to question. Began to question everything.
Parents/friends became (more) annoyed.

Wrote, thought, talked, ate, and drank.
Loved life.

As a result, I enjoy nothing more than a good meal, a good drink, and a few good friends armed with even better conversation.

This may be the only constant in my life.

Graduated college in 4 years. (Almost.)

After college, bartended for a summer on a lake... and it was just as awesome as it sounds. Decided I needed a real job... for which I had no qualifications.

Went into Sales. Sold a record -zero- copiers.
Hated life.

5 weeks later, went into Finance and moved to the suburbs of Boston.
Annuities can be fun. For a while.
Hated life.

3 years later, spoke to a mentor who told me to go to law school. I reminded him of my undergrad GPA. Written recommendations ensued.

LSAT success led to options. Then, the seemingly random decision to move to Oregon in order to begin school with the U of O School of Law. 

Loving life.

Hindsight being what it is... I now realize it was all inevitable.

I'm an atheist... and yet I'm fairly certain I was meant to be here.

[My hypocrisy (apparently) knows no bounds.]

So what's next?


I also like Calvin and Hobbes.

A lot.

Isn't it odd, how similar law school is to grade school...

1 comments Monday, November 26, 2007

... is overhearing conversations like this one.

Guy: So when are we going to have sex in the library?
Girl: Um... we're not.
Guy: But...
Girl: It's illegal.
Guy: Listen. I made the offer. You accepted. I clearly relied on that statement. You are thereby estopped from denying me sex in the library.
Girl: You can have sex in the library. Just not with me. Or anyone else for that matter.

While I find myself siding with the guy in this one, I can't help but admire her... pluck.


So, in the UO Law Library, for the 2 weeks prior to finals the study rooms are locked. In order to use them, we are required to check a key out from the front desk. This allows us to get nice and settled in our rooms, ready to study for an obscene amount of time, and yet still we remain free to leave our little rooms, for the bathroom or a snack, locking the door behind us... without having to worry about someone stealing what amounts to our lives. At least, what amounts to our lives for the next two weeks.

So... on to what I like. The undergrads who routinely infest our library don't know of this. A few of the rooms have glass walls on two sides, one overlooking the commons, and the other looking into the library proper. I prefer these rooms, for a number of reasons. Foremost among them, this little gem:

My favorite thing, possibly the only thing I like about this time of year, is to watch groups of young undergraduate men and women walk by my room looking hopeful and cheery (and talking, of course), in search of a room in which they can study Bio 101, or perhaps Math... only to find that every single room is locked and/or occupied. At this point, they are forced to walk by my room once again. Now, they are no longer looking hopeful and cheery, but decidedly annoyed.

This makes me happy.
This makes me smile.

Perhaps, this also makes me small.
But you know what?

I'm okay with that.

1 comments Sunday, November 25, 2007

Here's to you Mr. Porn in the Library Guy
You boldly go where no man with an ounce of dignity or self-respect would go
You sit at the computer whose screen faces the main library entrance and do your "research"
Best free sites? Hottest women? Hottest men? Most latex per square inch? We may never know
All day, every day -- you're a pornography machine and that's OK
So, Mr. Porn in the Library Guy -- even though you're not a student, or faculty, or for all we know, even marginally associated with the University at large
We salute you for bringing sexuality to the least sexually charged place on the planet earth - the law school library!


I am (a little) proud to say that as of this moment, every single song in my iTunes playlist has the correct CD cover attached to it... all 3500+ songs.  

All with the proper pretty picture.

It might interest you to note that I don't even have an ipod with a color screen... I'm still rocking the 2003 version, which has worked flawlessly and without fail since purchase.  So why did I take the time and effort to attach irrelevant photos to each and every song in my collection?  In all honesty, I haven't the slightest clue.

On a somewhat related note, outlining isn't going all that well.

3 comments Saturday, November 24, 2007

So I never used to like scotch.  In fact, I was likely the only person in my family who didn't appreciate scotch, with the *possible* exception of my 10 year old sister.  But that's a story for another time... 

Then I met a friend... let's call him, due to a lack of imagination and a general appreciation for irony, "Scotch."  

"Scotch" knows more about the stuff than anyone I've ever met.  As a result of hanging out with him, I've grown to appreciate the intricacies, nuances, and other large, descriptive words having to do with scotch.  Due to his influence, my friends' willingness to always try something new, and our inherent pretentiousness as law students, we've been doing different "nights."  Bourbon night, scotch night, etc.  There's a lot to learn about the various alcohols out there, and for those of us who thought of scotch as Dewars, and Whiskey/Bourbon as Jack Daniels... well, we all knew we had a lot to learn. 

"Scotch" was able to teach us.  We are forever grateful.

Before, I was a vodka man.  Now, vodka bores me.  There's so much more you can do with good bourbon, scotch, or gin.  With vodka, most drinks are nothing more than vain attempts to mask the flavor of the alcohol.  Sadly, that's true of most drinks, but vodka in particular.  But I digress.

The purpose of this post was to tell you to drink scotch.  If you don't like it, learn to.  It's worth the effort, the expense, and the relatively small amount of time it will take.  

Our last evening consisted of the following:

Dalmore Cigar Malt
Macallan 10
Oban 14
Lagavulin 16
Aberlour 12
Aberlour a'bunadh (cask strength)
Highland Park 12
Jura 10
Aberlour 10
Speyburn 10
(thanks Tom, for the list and pic.)

The Lagavulin was ridiculously good... peaty and smoky, and yet not overpowering like a Laphroig might be.  The Aberlour 12 was great as well.  With the exception of a freak shot of Laphroig 30 bought by a friend in Portland, these two maintain the first two spots on my list.  But then, who cares about my list?  Even I don't care about my list. 

I'm done ranting.  Moral here?  Learn to drink scotch.  It's worth it.  Especially if you're in law school... we need all the booze we can get.


It's finals time again.  I hate finals time.

I don't hate finals time for the finals... tests can be fun, and if nothing else, they mean I either get to flex some mental muscle, or will never again have to sit through a lecture on a subject I couldn't possibly care less about and have no intention of practicing.

I hate finals time for what it does to the average law student.  It takes a normally rational, if overly-ambitious individual, and turns him/her into a complete and utter lunatic.  People who you have never seen with a cigarette in their little fingers become chain-smoking maniacs.  By 9a.m., most patrons of the library have consumed the better part of an entire pot of coffee.  The stress is palpable, the anxiety contagious, the blood pressure visible in the flushed cheeks and popping-veins of my peers...  I hate finals time.

I do most of my studying, for what it's worth, in one of the many coffee shops in town.  Or ensconced in my cushy couch... though, this often leads an afternoon/evening of my staring at the television rather than absorbing Equal Protection.  Problem?  Not always.

This year is a bit better than last... as a 1L, I was among the frenzied and frazzled masses.  This year, however, I know just enough to know I know enough... and to pace myself as exams approach.  And also to drink more as finals approach, being an avid proponent of the 'Buffalo Theory.'

So, why start a blog?  Well, I'm here on my couch (see infra), surrounded by Business Association materials, with College football on the television.  I'm sure as hell not studying... which begs the question of why I'm drinking coffee at 7:00p.m.  

Why am I drinking coffee?  Anyway... 

So, why start a blog.  
I intend to use this little mass of letters and numbers as a tool.  The best advice an experienced writer can provide an aspiring one is simply to write... and to do so often.  Editing has its place, but is better left to the professional.  Me?  I like writing, as it helps me work out problems in my convoluted thought and decision making processes.  Am I an aspiring writer?  Probably not, but I once heard someone I respect say "scratch a lawyer, find a fiction writer."  I don't know what that says about our legislative process... I'm going to just go with it.

Also, I've been privy to plenty of funny sh*t that has happened over the past two years, where I, or someone close to me has commented on a desire to document the event in some way.  Usually with an expletive or two.  Needless to say, I look forward to chronicling the many embarrassing events involving my friends... and inevitably, yours truly.

Also, while many people will realize who is writing this (probably as a result of my telling them) I like the idea of being able to write with a certain amount of anonymity. 

Here's hoping I'm able to keep up, and here's hoping this doesn't suck.  
Thanks for reading... feel free to let me know what you think.