I’m a lawyer now.
Point: I’m done with the bar exam. Hopefully I passed—we’ll see when the scores come out in November.
Point: I’m about to head off to the exotic far east for two weeks of R&R. I’ve left you in the hands of some capable guest-bloggers to handle the traffic while I’m on a beach in the Gulf of Thailand.
Point: If you too are going to be in the far east, drop me a line and maybe we can figure out how to get our paths to cross.
Point: My flight leaves in four hours and I still have clothes in the washing machine.
I was curious to see what my reaction to the film would be; Hartley’s films use highly stylized language and line readings, and they frequently veer into minor surrealism. Would the movie hold up over time or would quirks of the film be revealed as nothing more than gimcrackery?
Even though some of the gimmicks come off as stage-y, the movie as a whole really does hold up, and it has more emotional depth and resonance than I remember. Of course, fifteen years ago, I was young and stupid (as opposed to now, which I guess I could call “rapidly heading towards middle-aged and stupid”). In some ways it’s a very dated object, in that it has many of the hallmarks of indie filmmaking of the early 1990s, but that should hardly be counted as a failing (Lawrence of Arabia has many of the stylistic hallmarks of its era, but that hardly makes it any less of a great film).
Anyway, in other news:
And for those of you playing at home, I’ve gotten up to “Bartok” in the song list. This is gonna take a while…
A little-known, but very useful, Google trick is that when you insert a UPS or FedEx package number into Google, it offers to automagically retrieve the package tracking information for you. Pretty neat, eh?
Well, why doesn’t Google extend that service to include legal cites? You could just put “825 F.2d 835” or “1 Cranch 137” into the search box, and the full opinion would just pop up.
This would also have the advantage of putting Lexis and Westlaw out of business….
And in other news, the Pepsi machine in the school’s cafeteria managed to catch on fire today. Torts professors were unavailable to comment.
Somewhere on the school network is a shared iTunes library (not mine, in case you’re wondering) called “your ex-lover is dead” (sic). The only playlist shared is something called “this is my heart”.
Hmmmmmmm.
So, not only have I voted today (it’s really easy in my family—just find the column that says “Democratic” and click all the switches), but I’ve also given blood at school.
I just want to know what the APR on karmic debt is…