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Just like last year, and the year before, and so on…
…of the recruiting contacts at the big firms I have applied to are women. At the small firms, however, the recruiting contacts are all mostly men. There’s a sociology paper in there somewhere.
Erm, what the title says.
- The Team USA softball uniforms look like the sort of thing that you'd find in a competitive rec league, not the Olympics. Seriously, can't we do better? And what's with the huge swoosh, anyway?
- Three bookcases down.
- The padding in bike shorts really does make a huge difference. Believe it.
- Speaking of things that work, icing down sore joints isn't just a myth.
- Chopping up large fruit can be remarkably soothing.
- Dobkin and Kottke: America's next great synchronized diving team.
- Everyone piles on NBC's coverage of the Olympics (to save you the time: people want more sports and less talking), so I won't do it here (well, see infra), but I have to say that ESPN's coverage of the Olympics is really pretty bad.
- Speaking of things that are bad, this chihuahua movie that's being advertised on TV right now looks truly horrific.
- I expect less than half the competitors who start the Olympic marathon to finish it.
- California is weird.
- Average body-fat percentage among Olympians: 0.0%.
- Olympic-level intensity: scary or inspiring? I'm leaning towards scary, myself.
- OK, here's my beef with NBC's coverage of the Olympics: apparently no-one at the ENTIRE FREAKIN' NETWORK knows how to pronounce "Beijing". See this video for instruction on how to do it right..
An unexpected side-effect of taking the bar exam in San Mateo was getting sunburned.
For the defense lawyer in your life with a slightly twisted sense of humor: Defense Lawyer t-shirts.
They’re also good for non-lawyers prone to recidivism: the “I want to talk to my lawyer” and “I did not consent to a search” shirts save everyone time and effort when invoking their constitutional rights.
So I’ve been working out of the New Haven office for the past few weeks, as they’re doing asbestos abatement in the Bridgeport courthouse.
They haven’t actually closed the courthouse—they’re being very careful with the asbestos abatement, since if they aren’t, they’re gonna get sued when someone comes down with mesothelioma—but they have shut down parts of the HVAC system, which makes our office unbearably hot in the afternoons. So most of the Bridgeport office has been temporarily transferred to New Haven.
So, last night, 3/5 of the Bridgeport bar met up in a local New Haven bar after work. There we met up with a former law clerk who, as it turns out, works in an asbestos defense firm. Small world, eh?
So we’re sitting there, talking about law and the fact that asbestos cases pretty much always settle (I don’t think that I’m giving any trade secrets away here) when it turns out that another part at the same bar has a pair of behind-home-plate tickets to last nights’ Mets’ game. At this point, it was 6:30.
To make a very long story shorter, I ended up buying the tickets for $20, driving to Shea (72 miles, according to Google maps), getting stuck in traffic, but arriving just in time to watch the Metropolitans score 4 runs and put the game away. Not bad, eh?
And then after the game Ken Goldstein and I got lost in Queens looking for Jackson Heights, but that’s another story for another time….
Fascinating, if a bit long, profile/hagiography of the recently late Yves St. Laurent from the Times in 2000. The argument is that YSL made wearing pants for women acceptable, among other things; it’s an argument that perhaps I lack the necessary background to discuss intelligently.
Anyway, here’s the official obit (which seems to cover many of the same points); and Suzy Menkes interviewed about YSL. The Times also has a slideshow and an annotated selection of YouTube clips.
To the right, YSL’s smoking jacket as shot by Helmut Newton.
Presenting Eurobad '74, the worst of European interior design from the 1970s.
Seriously, I like modern design and all, and on some of the pages you can kinda see what the designers were going for, but my god, your retinas will burn.
And in related news, Stephen Fry has released a podcast (which, for some unknown reason he calls podgrams) wherein he discusses Oscar Wilde, violence in America, and the value of interior design (it’s the most recent one unless you’re reading this after he released subsequent podcasts; also, for those who prefer consuming their words printed rather than aurally, there’s a fan transcript, too).