Sunday, November 14, 2004

Sunday. What a day. Sourdough bagette, coffee, honey, sausage, and a fried egg. I had a hell of a week.

I got up at 7am yesterday to go to court for a mock trial. Our group did the judge, jury, and everybody else a favor by putting on our show a full 2 hours ahead of schedule. People were pleased. Note to law students and lawyers offering comments afterword: you don't have to be nasty about delivering comments. Also, before offering substantive comments on the case, consider that we have a) limited facts and law on which to base our cases, b) we have limited time with which to prepare), and c) we're there not for YOUR benefit, but for our own. Our exercise was about putting on a case, not winning it. If you must offer comments, talk about speech, delivery, etiquette, procedure, etc... it's not much help to say, "why didn't you argue X case, or Y principle?" The answer to all those comments: they weren't in the materials. That's my rant.

I got a job. A real job, in a law firm. It was very sudden. Last week while at my temporary job, someone from the firm called me out of the blue (I'd contacted them about three months ago, then forgotten about them as I'd thought they'd understandably blown me off). They called on Wednesday, I interviewed on Friday, someone followed up on Sunday (Sunday!!), and I was hired on Tuesday. I started Wednesday. It's interesting work, extremely interesting in fact. For obvious reasons I can't discuss the specific work, and the only drawback is it's not a guaranteed position for any length of time. However, prospects look good for stable employment. The employment agreement is such that I can continue looking for other work if I want, and it won't be held against me if I find something somewhere else.

The level of anxiety around the apartment has decreased remarkably over the past week. The job is only 20 or so blocks from the apartment, so I can bike everyday. It's funny, I go into the firm looking like one of the couriers, but I get dressed inside and work all day looking like a lawyer, then go home again looking like a courier. It's a big, big firm, so there is a great deal of anonymity, so... so I don't know what. I have a feeling like I have a chip on my shoulder there, but I have been examining that and am thinking the chip may be a permanent part of my shoulder, and not necessarily related to the firm environment. It's my problem and I'll have to deal. Meanwhile, the dog need to take a run, so I need to take him...

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Politics blows. I was hoping for a little relief when the election ended. Little did I know that that from which I wanted relief was just getting started. I feel like I can hear the fabric of our society ripping, and am powerless to do anything about it, much less stop it. People for whom I thought I had a degree of respect are effectively saying, "I can't deal, so I won't even argue with you." People I know who couldn't possiblly know what end of a gun to point at someone are hinting at carrying. People who hold jobs that demand intelligence, organization, and critical thinking are complaining about conspiracy theories so outlandish the Coen Brothers couldn't have come up with them. People who I assumed to be intelligent, durable individuals have literally wept like babies. Can we please get a fucking grip here? I'm starting to worry. People are asking my girlfriend how she can stand to sleep with me, what with our differing political belief. And there really is only one fundamentally different belief (singular), it just happened to be a deal breaker for this election. Pretty much everything else, we voted the same. What the hell is going on here?

The guy (I have to assume it's a guy, for reasons that will become clear in just about a second...) who rents the 10th floor apartment one block down and half a block over, down the hill so that his apartment is about level with ours, was last night watching on his gigantic television three naked women getting it on in what looked to be a lockerroom/shower-type setting. It looked like a blonde-brunette-blonde situation, though not a "true" blonde. From the distance and amount of atmosphere between our apartments, I couldn't tell if there was any surgical enhancement or not. I'm going to hazard a guess and say, "not," but don't take me as definitive here. This is funny because the other night B and I were eating dinner, and the table looks out towards this guy's apartment. She stopped in mid-sentence and said, "I think... no? Wait... I think that guy's watching a porno..." But she didn't have her glasses on, so she couldn't really tell. Well, when she gets back from California I'm going to give her the good news. One more reason we don't need to order cable, I guess.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

I'm working right now, so have limited time to write what can only be limited thoughts. I'm glad it's over--really over. I've heard reports that Sen. Kerry's speech was good, very good. I've not heard the speech yet, but I'm willing to believe it. Here again "if only" will get a lot of air-time. "If only he'd been THAT good during the campaign..." Well, maybe. It doesn't matter now, though, does it?

I'm tired today, like many people I suspect. I've gone through the morning in a haze. And frankly, I was in shock (and awe) at 10 am when I got invited for an interview with a big Seattle firm for this Friday. Not a great position, but still lawyer's work, and something good to go on, someplace good to start. Thankfully no one asked me if I'd rather have a W presidency or a good lawyering job. I'll take both, thanks, and I won't even feel bad about it.
Me: I hope Senator Kerry (*cough*) will do us all a favor, spare us the litigation, and concede sometime in the next twelve hours.

Senator John Edwards: "John Kerry and I have made a promise to the American people that with this election every vote would count and every vote would be counted. Tonight we are keeping our word and we will fight for every vote."

Me: *sigh*

I wouldn't expect anything less. Look, Mr. Edwards, as a citizen, I don't want you to fight for every vote. I want you to look at the facts. Mathematically, it would take a statistical anomally of (dare I say?) fraudulent proportions for you to win Ohio now. While fraud is likely what we'll have proven in New Mexico, you probably won't get away with it in Ohio (note: I'm basing my fraud in New Mexico line on the fact that when I started watching tv tonight, W was up by 30,000 votes, then Bill Richardson goes on tv and says, "wait, we just counted 24,000 votes in Santa Fe County, which is heavily Democrat" and then later in the SAME interview he calls it "almost 24,000," and then he calls it "19,000." And then like a half-hour later, all of a sudden W's only ahead by a thousand votes? You go all day, count votes for most of the night, and he's ahead by 30,000 votes, and then in under half an hour the race is hot again? Color me skeptical here, that's all I can say.) Your party is sinking in stature with every election. Instead of bitching and moaning about 140,000 votes across Ohio (especially when you're losing by several million across the country... how then, will you react, if even by the scope of your wildest wet dreams you DO manage to win Ohio, how then will you govern, having lost the popular vote? Snidely you may say that you'd just follow W's lead, but snidely in return I'd say: you couldn't possibly know how), how about going and finding a new platform? How about giving people a viable alternative? How about getting your party's shit together, and NOT nominating John F (is for "freakin'") Kerry?? You *almost* had my vote, DNC, but I think you may have lost it forever in 2004. Even if, even IF, as I said above, in John Edwards' wildest wet dreams gone wild, you manage to make a fight out of Ohio, it will just further expose you for the self-motivated pair of political hacks that you are.

Dan Rather: It's still an exciting race to the finish, and we'll be here for you all the way to the bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, parsimonious (ed--he didn't really say "parsimonious") end.

Me: *sigh*

Dan Rather, you look awful. Your jowls are hangning, your eyes are baggy. It just may be time to hang it up. On television tonight, you're like the desperate, desperate kid who still believes in Santa Claus, or the kid who wants you to believe that Michael Jackson (or his sister) used the phone at your house. In my eyes, you have no credibility. You're a disgrace to your profession, I hope you realize it soon, but I won't hold my breath.

BBC: "President Bush leads the White House race, but victory hangs on the state of Ohio, where the result is still unclear."

Me: The result is only unclear because you can't subtract. You're not good at "maths." At this hour, anyway, W's lead is greater than the number of ballots that will ultimately be certifited and counted (provisional, absentee, or any other kind of ballot). Or maybe because you're hopelessly optimistic, or because maybe you're deluded. I know it's going to be depressing for you, but at least you'll be able to spend the next four years going, "tsk tsk" as much you've been doing it for the last four years. I used to like you, but now I just ignore you. Sort of like Dan Rather.

It's late. I'm too caffeinated. I'm cranky and my dog has to go out and pee. I hope, oh how I hope, that when I wake up tomorrow morning, the election will be over and we can get moving.