Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tomorrow morning I take my last law school exam ever.*
I'm so deep in my own crankiness that I can't even imagine what it might feel like when I walk away, but here's hoping that it's something good.
*A little anti-climactic because it's pass/fail, but hey, I still have to pass.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I grew up adoring old movies and television shoes. There were evenings you would have thought that we hadn't moved up to a color television yet, with all of the black and white Lucille Ball and Ginger Rogers and Bing Crosby all over the screen. I loved the shows themselves, but what really drew me in were the clothes. The women were so classy and gorgeous, even the comedians. I longed for that hourglass figure - oh, just give me hips and boobs and please, dear god, a waist! ran through my little 10-year old brain.
My love for splendid clothes expanded - Fanny Brice's gorgeous clothes in Funny Girl, Jane Austen dresses, the bonnets of the Ingalls girls, the voluminous skirts of Deborah Kerr in the King and I, the cleaving bosom of Scarlett O'Hara - oh, how I longed for a cleaving bosom.
No matter what's in fashion at the time, I've always felt that they used to do it better. When I tried out for The King and I my senior year of high school, I wanted to be on stage and sing, but what I really longed for was a good excuse to follow in Deborah Kerr's footsteps and wear one of those awesome dresses. It turned out that I was better suited for the role of Lady Thiang (as well as a white 17-year old can be, I suppose), but no worries - the moment I stepped into the costume shop, I was done for. I got to have 5 costume changes during that show. I was in heaven.
So imagine my delight when I recently discovered some amazing vintage shops while
I should be clear - I'm fashion shy in the day to day. I wear the clothes that happen to be in style at the moment - nothing too fancy or interesting. I'm not the sort of gal who can pull off a 1940s sailor dress while I'm out getting the groceries - hence, the draw of the theatre.
So, here's a request to anyone out there looking to direct a show and set it in the 1940s or 50s*, please cast me in it (preferably as the lead) and let me wear this:
Or this (it's a bathing suit!):
Or please please please, for the love of god, this:
Am I wrong? They just don't make clothes like this anymore, do they?
* In the alternative, someone could host a Halloween party where all of the girls are specifically commanded not to dress like hookers. But that's a whole other post for another day.
Monday, April 26, 2010
The babe and I have a recurring conversation about death - or life - depending on how you look at it. The babe wants to die in her 80s, and I would like someone to come interview me when I'm 110 because I'm the oldest person around. The babe's reasons make sense - she doesn't want to live long enough to see all of her loved ones die, and she doesn't want to be alive when she can't really live anymore.
It's not that I want those things to happen - it's just that I need the time. I cling to stories of people who are bopping around, mowing the lawn and gardening when they're in their 90s. There are so many things that I want to do, and I need all those years if I'm going to get to them all.
There are days when I feel just desperate about the fact that I don't have a garden, not even some herb pots by the window. I wonder how I can dream of having land and a vegetable garden, how I can delightedly buy myself a copy of The Backyard Homestead when I didn't even make it a priority to rent an apartment with a south-facing window.
I'm daily traumatized by the fact that I don't write regularly, that I haven't acted in years, that I'm not in a choir, that I haven't
But then I try to calm myself by remembering back to this post I read a couple of years ago. I don't have to do everything right now - in fact, I can't. Asking myself to start a backyard homestead while starting a job at a large law firm would be like asking the universe to make it snow while it's 95 degrees outside. We can't ask for all four seasons at the same time, but just because it's spring now doesn't mean it will be spring forever.
This is my legal season and realizing that it will not go on forever will allow me to really appreciate it for what it is. Believing that there will be many, many years and many seasons in the future for me to do all of those things that pull on my heart strings helps me in those moments where I feel panicked about the things I'm not doing.
So I'm holding on to all of my dreams and desires and counting on the fact that I'll be around here long enough for their seasons to come.
Friday, April 23, 2010
We are so very close to the end here. The babe's last final is today, and I have one more next Friday - pass/fail, though, so I'm feeling pretty relaxed about it.
As we spend our final days in law school, there's much talk of jobs - who has one, who doesn't, who has decided to forgo legal employment entirely. I feel very very lucky to have a legal job for the coming year (even if I don't know the actual date I will begin), but so many of my friends do not have jobs and are struggling with the fact that everything after the bar seems to be a complete unknown.
When the law school rankings came out last week, the babe and I were shocked by the employment numbers. With the financial meltdown and rampant layoffs and deferred hiring and law firm closings of last year, we were shocked to see such high employment numbers. Something just seems...off. I don't know how the numbers are crunched, but I'm skeptical.
I was glad to read this article about two students who are creating a non-profit organization - and website - to address the lack of detailed, reliable employment information for legal students. I think what they're doing is so incredibly important. For most students, law school involves a huge amount of debt. In the past, many students have gone into law school under the assumption that they would leave with a "good-paying" job that would help them pay off that debt. Students choosing to enter law school now need to understand what their real chances are of finding employment and what types of employment are available and probable out there. Hopefully these numbers will help encourage more students to think carefully about the financial decision that they're making.
The recommendation that I see so often for students to go to the best school that they can get into isn't always the smart financial choice, particularly in a job market where there may not be a salary after graduation to pay off all that debt. Sometimes the smarter choice is to go to a lower-ranked school where they can get a scholarship, or go part-time and work, or it might even be to decide that law school actually isn't the best choice in the end.
I'm excited to see some people addressing the issue, and I'm hopeful for this new crop of would-be lawyers.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
We've been feeding Jammer by hand. Our trainer recommended it to address the resource guarding problem, and I've seen it in some guidebooks as well.
I guess the theory is that he'll learn that
At first I thought it seemed really irritating and time-consuming, but it has become one of my favorite things to do with him.
Maybe it's the leo in me - I love having his adoring little face look at me expectantly, waiting for that next piece of kibble.
Of course, in these pictures, I've caught him giving the same adoring looks he gives to me - but to the babe!
Sigh. I just can't bring myself to hold it against him, though.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
I just came across this sentence in the corporations outline that I'm using to create mine:
"The burden is on the corporation to prove the decision was made in good faith by disinterred people."
And here I thought they just had to be disinterested.
Corporations just got way more exciting.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Our beautiful orchids (this picture doesn't do them justice). There are three blooming at the same time!
And of course this guy.
P.S. If anyone can tell me how to post pictures in blogger without it sucking total ass and making you want to stab yourself, I'd appreciate it. Thanks. Okay, back to happy thoughts.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The light at the end of the longest tunnel ever - the one where you have to walk across broken glass the whole time
The law and literature papers are printed and stapled. They're not brilliant, but they also don't suck ass. Most importantly, they are now out of my control, which is - ironically - a wonderful feeling.