Day 1216: A Young Lawyer's Notebook...
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nagi_schwarzObservations as I went through last week
Oral argument took much longer than I thought it would. It was fairly similar to law school, but the justices dove in and asked questions much more quickly than I thought they would. I think that destroyed a lot of the polish people might have otherwise had. The attorney from my office opened with a pretty good improvised analogy, but I think she harped on a useless point a lot more than I would have, had I been there. I was never fond of oral argument and shied from it. Turns out, when it's my case, I'd be more than glad to do it.
I played a video game for the first time in a long time. As always, my forays into video games are social. Cody was out, and Aaron came over, so we played Soul Caliber IV. I was never much good at that game compared to how good I was at Tekken back in the day, but my superior speed won out in the end. Aaron probably won about one third of our actual fights, but in terms of total wins - i.e. winning 3 fights in a match - he only ever beat me once. Still got it. Namco fight engines are made for button mashing, and I'm pretty awesome at it. Go me.
Things I learned listening to the Moth while I spent three hours on the road: a girl can be a letter between her mother and her aunt. War is the one place where boys can love each other unabashedly without it being mistaken for something else. War is exciting and intense. It is also always more than you bargained for. And the heart of war is this: that you are guaranteed to lose a brother.
I love my mother. She is a spiritual soul. She talked to me like an adult this week. Felt like it was for the first time, not because she usually treats me like a child, but because it was one of those subjects I know I wouldn't have been privy to when I was younger. And she was open and honest and I really appreciated it. She made a tough decision this week, and I really respect her for it.
Talking to the bailiffs about watching Ronda Rousey in a Roadhouse remake was entertaining to me and apparently kinda terrifying to onlookers. They are nice guys, the bailiffs.
Having dated a drug addict, watching anyone shoot up, even in movies, is still shockingly painful.
Ran into an old acquaintance from college. We reminisced about a mutual acquaintance. At the time I found her awkward and irritating, but I was glad to hear that she is doing well and looks happy and has found happiness. Old grudges really don't matter in the end. And maybe we've made a new friend? This world is smaller than it seems some days.
Two adoptions today. Both surprises. It was heartwarming to hear what a longtime caseworker has done to allow adopted kids some link to the past, to the childhoods they'd had before adoption. It was heartbreaking to see a little boy who looked so much like his brothers being adopted into a different family.
Oral argument took much longer than I thought it would. It was fairly similar to law school, but the justices dove in and asked questions much more quickly than I thought they would. I think that destroyed a lot of the polish people might have otherwise had. The attorney from my office opened with a pretty good improvised analogy, but I think she harped on a useless point a lot more than I would have, had I been there. I was never fond of oral argument and shied from it. Turns out, when it's my case, I'd be more than glad to do it.
I played a video game for the first time in a long time. As always, my forays into video games are social. Cody was out, and Aaron came over, so we played Soul Caliber IV. I was never much good at that game compared to how good I was at Tekken back in the day, but my superior speed won out in the end. Aaron probably won about one third of our actual fights, but in terms of total wins - i.e. winning 3 fights in a match - he only ever beat me once. Still got it. Namco fight engines are made for button mashing, and I'm pretty awesome at it. Go me.
Things I learned listening to the Moth while I spent three hours on the road: a girl can be a letter between her mother and her aunt. War is the one place where boys can love each other unabashedly without it being mistaken for something else. War is exciting and intense. It is also always more than you bargained for. And the heart of war is this: that you are guaranteed to lose a brother.
I love my mother. She is a spiritual soul. She talked to me like an adult this week. Felt like it was for the first time, not because she usually treats me like a child, but because it was one of those subjects I know I wouldn't have been privy to when I was younger. And she was open and honest and I really appreciated it. She made a tough decision this week, and I really respect her for it.
Talking to the bailiffs about watching Ronda Rousey in a Roadhouse remake was entertaining to me and apparently kinda terrifying to onlookers. They are nice guys, the bailiffs.
Having dated a drug addict, watching anyone shoot up, even in movies, is still shockingly painful.
Ran into an old acquaintance from college. We reminisced about a mutual acquaintance. At the time I found her awkward and irritating, but I was glad to hear that she is doing well and looks happy and has found happiness. Old grudges really don't matter in the end. And maybe we've made a new friend? This world is smaller than it seems some days.
Two adoptions today. Both surprises. It was heartwarming to hear what a longtime caseworker has done to allow adopted kids some link to the past, to the childhoods they'd had before adoption. It was heartbreaking to see a little boy who looked so much like his brothers being adopted into a different family.
