Terms of Art

Loosey goosey
Screw them over
Mumbo jumbo
Equal bargaining power
Billable hours
Fiduciary duty
Avoid future conflicts
Projection bias
Client paradox
Piercing the corporate veil

"No one predicts the Spanish Inquisition"

Privacy

I just haven't had it in me to weigh in on the whole Google-porn issue. Maybe later? Time will tell.

In the interim . . .

Sucking Weiners

I've always wanted a chiseled-featured guy to feed me his fat sausage in the woods. If that is your dream too, or even if you have some other dream, Panexa may be the answer.
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Art by Missy

Dazed by Transience

Last night the beautiful Missy B was killed in a car accident. Two days ago Missy contacted me via Myspace. I hadn't spoken to her in over a year, and I was thrilled to be back in touch. She had been living in California and said she was going to Georgia to care for her godsons, who had lost their mother to cancer in November. We had arranged to see each other as she traveled across the country.

After receiving the news, I immediately called my family. Everyone who ever met Missy and were graced with her smile couldn't help but love her, and I wanted to let B and K know what had happened.

But I also wanted to be sure my family knew I loved them. Priorities shift immediately in the face of death. Especially when the life of a beautiful, open-hearted, conscious sister is snuffed so unexpectedly.

May the kindness and gentleness and integrity that Missy embodied continue to grow as her spirit expands beyond the confines of her flesh.
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Skool06 Pt 1

I will not comment on Alito. At least not right now. I spend my days in an environment where politics and SCOTUS are the sexiest things people talk about. I refuse to submit to such drudgery! You won't even get any links out of me!

Two days of classes and my head is already swimming. Business Organizations is blowing my mind. Even though I am taking it from a professor who says he expects that we don't know anything about business, it's still challenging me. A lot. At least the prof is amusing. He's very strange with a bizarre voice that reminds me of the smoker voicebox guy on South Park. He uses terms like "negative externalities" to describe stepping on a piece of chewing gum.

I'm feeling energized about the law journal article I'm writing on polyamory, my Trusts & Estates professor kicks ass, and Feminist Legal Theory is keeping me sane. My fourth class - Ethics, aka "Legal Profession" - meets for the first time today, and I know the professor is a riot. Coupled with the subject matter and dearth of ethical lawyer jokes, it should be fun.

So yeah. I'm not hating law school as much as I was a week ago. This is progress.

I tried to upload a picture of my study carrel, where I spend my waking hours, but it didn't work. I'll try later when I just can't handle reading about intestacy anymore.

Camaraderie

It's comforting to sit outside with one of my too-few conscious classmates, enjoying the global warming, wondering aloud to each other if going to law school was a huge mistake. It beats wondering about it alone, anyway.

Post-Party