Free time provides me the ability to take chances on movies that I would not have otherwise watched, and thus confirm that I should follow my instincts and not take chances on movies I would not have otherwise watched. I have watched a few movies this week between my hours of doing really productive stuff. And here’s a summary of what I thought about said movies.
It is a sublime thing, a supreme and luxurious safety, to reenter a life comprised primarily of those things that may be easily disposed.
What Law School did to my brain:
Reading, once an exploratory act concerned primarily with discovery and then creation, has become a task suitable only for the direct purpose of cataloguing. As such, one is strongly encouraged, invited, to have in his possession at all times a highlighter in order to mark in obscene color any idea or utterance that could possibly relate to some other idea or utterance. Which second idea or utterance the first might relate to is far less important than the matter in which it relates. Great pains should be taken to inventory all the possible relations idea or utterance A has to idea or utterance B. Although the instinctual reaction upon seeing an idea or utterance capable of prospective, present, or retroactive relation to another idea or utterance may be to follow the series of thoughts that spring instantly from the inception of a startling idea like a time-lapse, fully maturing weed, this urge must be suppressed. The value is in identifying, analyzing, and compartmentalizing the idea for future use at a later time. A note should be affixed in the margin so that the inventorying activity is artificially remembered; else all the energy thus expended was in waste.
I am in the midst of a seven day Law Review write-on contest, and due to the rules of the contest, that’s all I have to say about that. I should have pictures and stories later. So . . . Check back later.
The Long Road of LRW and First Year
I did not begin again I just began.
—Gertrude Stein, Composition as Explanation, 1926 Continue reading
A week ago I wrote the following and posted it to the university’s blackboard. But more recent conversations on the illusory nature of the RPP reminded me that it existed.
It’s Saturday night, which means right about now you’re probably asking “What is Sam thinking about?” I know I am.