Archive | November 2010

MobileMe Refugee

This isn’t a post of substance; i dragged over the preceding four blog posts that i’d already written on the earlier iteration of this blog.  Since Steve et al. decided to abandon iweb, i have to bring it on over at some point.  If it’s rereading, by all means skip it.  If it’s new to you, then I hope you enjoy.


The Focus/Happiness Correlation

Focus=High, Happiness=???

These guys look super happy.

I left the library tonight after a long, but productive, day of outlining and studying for my finals.  Normally I struggle somewhat to maintain my focus the whole night, which is reasonable, I suppose, but tonight was one of those nights where you blink and 3 hours have gone by.

That concentration and effort left me feeling happy.  Giddy, even.  Was I just overjoyed and geeking out on how fun the rules of court are?  I seriously doubt it.  Was I basking in the glow of a job well done?  Possibly, but the enormity of everything still on my “to do” list precludes that idea as well.   Read More…

What do your emotions look like?

God's Country

Looks like home to me.

I was reading this fascinating article on the neuro-physiology of metaphors (no really, it’s awesome.  read it.), and buried in the middle was this delightful digression about a book that describes emotions.  Describes is too vague.  It personalizes emotions.  Read More…

Public Art

A colleague (that’s what you call your friends in law school, only half-seriously) and I were discussing “good classical music” the other day, and one of the points of divergence that became clear in our opinions was that, often times, the accessibility of the art limited the respect it was given.  Symphonic music scored to fit a particular film ≠ classical music, or so it goes. Read More…

So, Law School, eh?

Front Entrance to the Brandeis School of Law in Louisville, KY

Front Entrance to the Brandeis School of Law in Louisville, KY

I have been asked that question about a hundred times, mostly over the summer before I actually started school.  Mostly people just want to acknowledge the fact that you’re actually going, but don’t really want to stick around for the “why” part.  I usually tell people “for the money, man.  that effing ‘lawyer money’!” to which they nod their heads approvingly.  Truth is, the well’s dry; there is no more lawyer money.  at least, not for folks that go to a law school outside the hallowed ivy halls. Read More…