Things That Make You Go "Hmm..."
NYU Law School.
Hmm...
I don't even care what I think.
When I first heard about the now-notorious James Frey and his now-notorious lie, "A Million Little Pieces," I will admit I was nonplussed. So a memoirist lied, and a bunch of people bought his book as a result. Big deal. Literary hoaxes have a long and noble history, right? I mean, I guess people who bought his book as an alternative to the therapy they so desperately required might have legitimate grounds to be pissed off, but...
University of Iowa said Yes! Via email. It's in the middle of nowhere, but I think that might be more a plus than a minus for me. Iowa City's sort of like where I grew up - a smallish university town in the middle of farmland - and I miss the seasons, and I have maybe a sort of romantic idea of the kind of town where kids ought to grow up - a place with snow in winter, and leaves in autumn, where you can ride your bike around the neighborhood and see fireflies in summer, and with an excellent law school...
And here I thought I was being so original. Turns out a lot of people have been noising about their various ideas for a genuine U.S. Constitutional Amendment guaranteeing a right to privacy.
Vouchers, as a matter of public policy, seem to me to be primarily a reactionary ploy aimed at gutting the public school system.
I've never in my entire life seen any evidence that the competitive free market, unrestricted, without a strong counterpoise within the public sector, will ever dispense decent medical care, sanitation, transportation, or education to the people. It's as simple as that.Maybe I would support school vouchers if they would provide every student the means to attend Exeter or Andover. Otherwise they're just another happy economic model that doesn't cross over into the real world.
I’ve met some fundamentalist homeschoolers and… well, I didn’t notice that their kids were particularly screwed up, other than that they were extremely well behaved. (I myself tend to consider that a problem; thousands wouldn’t.) On the other hand, the sort of people who might really screw up their kids tend to be untrusting of documentary crews, so I haven’t personally encountered many bad results from homeschooling, though I'm sure they're out there.
…kids are dependent on their parents' good will for so many things, and that is FINE with the state…Which is true. But. (As I am fond of saying.)
It seems to me that libertarianism is the right's anarchy... or else that anarchy is the left's libertarianism. As the cosmologists teach us, if you go far enough in one direction, you end up coming back from the other direction...
The administration isn't saying it didn't break the law, they're saying that it's okay that they broke the law.
Goodnight, Veronica. Goodnight, Keith. Goodnight, Weevil. Goodnight, all you minor characters.
Me, the law:
It's just another ism, aint' it?
Saturday I got my admit letter from UC Hastings... addressed from their financial aid department. Is that odd? I dunno.
There are anarchistic lifestyles (certain types of communes, cooperative living situations, and intentional communities, for starters), and there are anarchistic organizations (such as Earth First! and ActUp), and they have different problems and face different issues. The tyranny of concensus looms large over leftist/anarchist organizations, but perhaps is less an issue when it comes to anarchistic lifestyles?
Boy learned how to print from the browser. Now we have a score of full-page pictures of cute kittens, and no colored ink left in the printer. Nobody said learning was painless.
Why not?
I will not see Neil Jordan's latest film because I know that if you were actually to have breakfast on Pluto, your coffee would be a superconducting solid, you wouldn't be able to read the paper because the sun would be too far away, and you would die.I'm invited to do tv reviews ...
This is me, trying to figure out what it is I'm really interested in before I go to law school. Though I suppose I'll figure it out eventually, anyway...
Larry Mantle's excellent Air Talk today featured evangelical theologians from a couple of southern California schools & churches, forthrightly answering probing questions about evangelism and politics. Fascinating stuff, about which I know little - mainly because there is almost no access to evangelical thought for those who are not already true believers.
A few nights ago we watched Kung Fu Hustle, and it was so funny I almost died. No, not really. But it reminded me of almost dying, because the last time I laughed that hard, at a movie anyway, I almost did die, because I was on morphine and had a ten-inch incision in my abdomen that was being held together, not with stitches or staples, but with tape. We didn't actually have to call for the nurse, but we did have to turn off the movie. (It was Raising Arizona, and I haven't watched it since, but I suspect the morphine had something to do with how funny I found it.)
... actually, Boy wanted ice cream this morning, on the way to school. When we wouldn't get it for him, he got nearly hysterical, and when he regained enough control to form sentences, demanded to know why he couldn't have ice cream in the morning? "You'll have to check with the culture," we said; "There is no culture!" he screamed. "How can I check with the culture when I don't know what it looks like!"
Murky Thoughts responds to my original post; his response reproduced so I can refer to it more easily:
Fed judge Richard Posner is famous for rationalizing and making law on the basis of economic analysis. A treatise he wrote in (I think) '72 gets lots of citing. But this is just one school. Traditional judging I suppose might be called humanist or moralist. I don't know what it's actually called, but it's not hard to imagine how a judge might opine without recourse to economics. "That behavior is wrong. Beautiful, righteous behavior is just like that English court in 1522 said. You lose. Next!" It's moral turtles all the way down in law.My own response, such as it is:
It seems to me that the religious right - the dog-wagging tail of the so-called "conservative" movement - made a terrible mistake flogging poor Terry Schiavo's case, because they ended up squandering their credibility and losing the moral high ground, mainly by behaving incredibly badly. The latest result of that overreaching was that the Supreme Court's decision on the Oregon assisted suicide law will not, I think, spark much in the way of outrage or even interest. I predict that, because the Terry Schiavo spectacle so horrified and disgusted so many people, the Court's decision will be widely viewed as a necessary corrective to the increasingly desperate attempts by religious conservatives to meddle in what have been, and should remain, people's private decisions.
Yes, it's true. The L Word bores me. I checked.
So I'm reading all this legal, scholarly, and legal-scholarly argumentation about so-called Intellectual Property, a phrase I'm beginning to dislike, and I'm starting to think I should have studied economics, because every single argument is couched in economic terms, and I have a hard time following. First of all, because I'm not familiar with the jargon, but secondly because I have a hard time believing that economics is the best (let alone the only) framework for considering much of anything - it's an interesting way of looking at lots of things, but as Fredric Brown said, "One may look at anything as anything else, and what does it get you but a headache."
The most desirable outcome would be for water to flow up-hill, and under this theoretical framework, that will occur. Therefore society should adopt this theoretical framework.Imagine further that society did adopt that theoretical framework. We might, eventually, run into trouble... depending on how tenaciously we clung to our theories. (The federal deficit is currently at... how much?)
So sposa watched all 6 available episodes of "Huff" and reports back: don't waste my time. Downward spirals all around, yawn.
Girl is intent on labeling, as her brother was at her age, but she approaches it differently. Whereas Boy would go through picture books and demand to be told what word labeled the pictures - Girl points to her doll, or the plastic duck that covers the faucet in the bathtub, and labels the parts: "eye!" and "hat!" (yes, the duck is wearing a hat); the words she can't come close to pronouncing yet, such as "brush" and "beak" and so on, she points to imperiously, by way of demanding that I say the words for her; and when I do, she says "yeah!" in a tone of pure satisfaction.
So I was washing Boy's hair - miracle enough that he was letting me - and I told him that he had very thick hair, which he does, and I was acting like that was a good thing, although it's mostly because he hates haircuts so at this point he looks a bit like he's wearing a mop. Anyway, he explained that his hair was thick because he had so many friends - and that he was stealing their hair for his own.
Emmy season is yet far away, but today comes Showtime's screener package of series tv - they're trying to get a jump on the competition, playing Iowa to HBO's New Hampshire. And there was even a note inside the box, apologizing for not giving me the entire series - only the first six episodes - of Huff and The L Word. The rest of the shows probably haven't been posted yet. Good Lord, they don't pull any punches. Anyway, mia sposa is now working her way through episode 3 of Huff. I'll rely on her to tell me what's worth watching, if anything - after editing tv sound all day all week, I really can hardly stand to watch any video - let alone any episodic television - at home.
Yesterday there was a phone call from the director of admissions, dean of admissions, whatever, I'm in at Boalt, hooray! I was properly enthusiastic but it didn't really sink in until he informed me that they'd have money available to fly me in for Boalt's mid-April admitted students shindig. My God - they fly people in? People like me? Little old me? You know what, screw film school - law school is sounding good.
Uncovering a bit of nastiness at the Law School Numbers site, namecalling and snottiness about affirmative action and "self-identified under-represented minority status." What is the big deal, I wonder? Besides the fact that it's a hard life, being an anxious white underachiever who tests well. Hey, I know that, if anyone does.
In linguistic scholarship, theorizing about the origins of language has been the object of some disdain, mainly because it is largely absurd (see the article in Wikipedia - which has itself been the object of some disdain, for the same reason). Some of the more common theories go by names like the "bow-wow theory," the "pooh-pooh theory," the "yo-he-ho theory."
Boy's still up, waiting a chocolate chip cookie; Girl's sprawled in her crib, asleep; and me, I just got an email from UCLA law informing me I've been admitted. Class of 2009! Go Bruins!
Yale Law School requires, and I quote, "an essay of not more than 250 words about a subject of your choice," in order that interested parties may judge my "writing, thinking, and editing skills, as well as... learn more about the applicant’s intellectual concerns or passions, sense of humor, and ability to think across disciplines." All that in 250 words? Gadzooks!
If I were a tree, I would be an apple tree, only I would bear fruit only every couple of years, or when I thought fruit was especially called for. I would not be an exotic variety that required grafting or pruning, other than the sort of self-pruning a tree might do if, for example, it were to drop an overgrown branch on some passerby who deserved a good scare or a mild concussion.Well, I'd let me in.
I would be well aware that trees have a hard lot, that they often get the short end of the stick, as it were; and I would not be shy about rallying the other trees to stand up for their rights. There are all sorts of things trees could do for themselves. I would probably tend to favor civil disobedience, or in extreme cases, fighting and running away. (That sort of unexpected behavior, from a bunch of trees, would be an especially effective tactic.)
But I would also be a good neighbor. Kids would climb on me and lie in my shade, and I would listen to their parents talking to each other; though I would often end up thinking, “Wow, life must be good if those are the only problems you have.”
And when I did finally fall, I hope it would be in a wild storm: and that there would, in the event, be someone nearby to hear it, and that she would be recording sound for a movie. A movie about trees.
Another traffic-based metaphor:
Who told Jack Abramoff it would be a good idea to dress like a mafioso for his federal court appearance? I can't tell from the pictures, but is he carrying a violin case?
Last night I got to solo dinner and bedtime. What to do, what to do? I don't remember it all very clearly, but it went something like this: Girl ate fishsticks and handed me her broccoli, while Boy drew and didn't eat. Then they both ran around for a while as I tried to think of what to do. Eventually I got out the Megablocks and helped Girl build some weird postmodern structure, while Boy made his robot dinosaur walk repeatedly off the kitchen chair.
Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, "I am running away."... and so on. It was all about meeting challenges successfully. Jeopardy and recovery. Very edifying for young minds.
"If you run away," said his mother, "I will send a seven-headed Hydra with razor-sharp teeth to kill you and bring you back. For you are my little bunny."
"If you send a Hydra to kill me," said the little bunny, "I will cut off its heads and sear them with a torch so they can't grow back."
"If you kill the Hydra," said his mother, "I will send a fierce lion to snap you in half with its jaws. For you are my little bunny."
When I’m a lawyer, I plan to drive to work by a different route every day, then apply for a patent on my route. I’ll work at a lot of different locations, so that anyone else who wants to get to work will, at the very least, have to do a patent search to see if they are infringing. And who better to hire than the person who invented the route patent?
Magic Cookie has posted her reading list for early 2006.
I opened my email this afternoon to find a note from Harvard Law school. Yes, the Harvard Law School. So, what the hell, I decided to apply. Took me half an hour and $87, and when I was done I felt a strange sense of uplift, which neither the Yale nor the Stanford application had given me. "Yes," I felt, "yes, I am that person!"
Boy has been having his dinosaurs and his sharks rampage through the new dollhouse. Yesterday he informed me that his T. Rex had killed one of the resident dolls by biting off her foot. (This was shortly after two of the T. Rex had ganged up on another and killed it.)
As I was driving to work, I was nearly broadsided by a man driving an SUV, who hadn't been paying attention to what lane he wanted to be in until the last minute. When I backed off to let him in, I noticed his car was sporting a "United We Stand" bumper sticker. He was, of course, alone in his gas-guzzling vehicle. (I was alone in my gas-guzzling vehicle, too, but this isn't about me.)