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.
Hello good people.
Sitting at the library studying. I just finished my first writing project (first grade of law school–people are subtly FREAKING out with stress). So, I’m feeling pretty good about having that done. However, I have about 200 pages to read and brief. So, I’m feeling less good about that.
I was elected (by narrowest of margins) to the executive board of SBA (Student Bar Association). That means I’ll be taking regular meetings with the President, VP, Parlimentarian, and Secretary. Read: Even MORE busy than I am now. Why would I want this responsibility? I am someone that focuses better when I have to manage a good deal of information or responsibility. But … Let’s just say at this point my focus resembles that of a laser.
I’m starting to think the constitution should be amended to say “life, liberty, property, broadband connection”. I’ve spent the last two weeks with no internet connection and thus no way to blog. It is a sad state of affairs.
However, now I have internet and will be finding time to post the twenty-something pictures I took in Beaver Creek all those weeks ago. I am so backlogged that I have not taken any pictures (and therefore won’t blog) about the trip to the east coast, my first two weeks in the minority student program, or Elissa’s problems with housing. But just give me a call and I’ll update you.
Elissa’s parents treated me to a massage at the hotel’s spa, and I found the experience SO intriguing that after it concluded, I had to scurry up to our room and type about it. Because I’m a total nerd. Massage is nothing new to me, let me make that clear from the outset: When my brother and I were young and living in Arizona, my dad use to pay us 50 cents per half hour to rub his shoulders and feet. I will definitely keep this tradition going, as growing boys have tons of energy and no money. I will augment the effect by not providing my kids with allowance. Continue reading
We are in the midst of full-on moving chaos, and its all I can do to keep from renting a huge Bengal tiger to eat everything in the apartment. Actually, we have a Senegalese man in the apartment downstairs who sells cubs. But it turns out they are wolf cubs and of no help. The worst they could do in this apartment is yip and beg for milk. And that would not aid in getting rid of the clutter.
The clutter! The clutter! It overtakes the apartment even as I type this. We are losing the war against the sundry miscellany. You would think that boxing everything would reduce the clutter, but it only seems to make it angry.
The clutter mounts a startling and rapid attack on my computer desk and command center.