a mad tea-party
December 2002
December 22, 2002
Hello, Sunshine!

I am off to sunny & happy climes! Blogging will continue, so carry on!...

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December 17, 2002
Theme Song

Much like Ally McBeal & now Ernie the Attorney, it appears that I have my very own theme song. Lovely, no?...

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Pondering on 2L

I suppose I am megolomaniacal enough to suppose that my advice to first years has spawned a continuing series of law student archetypes. Fortunately, they are much funnier than mine. There's too much perspective between here and there. Although I'd imagine that not all 2Ls could say it, I have quite comfortably found my niche. I'm not certain where everything...

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December 11, 2002
Unclean Slate

The front page of Slate today features The Economics of Spanking and The Many Varieties of Sodomy. Shortly below that is the headline for this week's diary feature - "We live in a pornocracy—everything has to be on a screen to be truly experienced." Is there something going on at Slate that I don't know about? Such silliness amuses me...

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December 10, 2002
World Enough and Time

As is evident, my recent coyness is necessitated by the joys of the exam period. Unlike some others, I just don't have the ability to write long extensive essays on the nature of the exam experience while preparing for them. Had I been paying attention, I might have seen the very nice pointer to my site from Ernie. It made...

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December 02, 2002
A Question of Metaphysics

How many lines does there need to be on a page for it to count as a page? Is three enough?...

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Oxymoron

Anarchy: (among other things) Absence of any cohesive principle, such as a common standard or purpose. Oxymoron: the Anarchy online community. I particularly liked the stuff about building an infrastructure on anarchist principles. One definition of infrastructure: the basic facilities and equipment needed for the functioning of a country. Note also these definitions of anarchy: the state of society where...

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December 01, 2002
Blithering Sycophant

Professor-student dynamics are weird. A certain professor ("Professor X") has taken a liking to me and invited me to join the cadre of research assistants at the law school. I feel as if I've been inducted into a highly secretive and bizarre group. There are a few key symptoms: Every other sentence out of my mouth is "Professor X said..."....

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Junkie

I think I was on crack when I thought it would be a good idea to write on the First Amendment....

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