You can always count on the grey lady to go to bat for the little guy. No, wait, that’s not what I meant to say. What’s it called when you always side with the propertied elite? Oh right, let me correct myself: you can always count on the grey lady to swing a bat at [...]
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NYTimegeoisie
Posted in blah school on June 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Father and Daughter
Posted in blah school on May 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“I have to say there was a mile or two,”
A few minutes ago I was alone in my fancy new apartment working on an opposition brief to [multinational bank]’s demurrer to my lawsuit against them, bathing in the singular intensity that comes with staring at glowing screen after midnight while flitting fingers furiously pour out [...]
And Crown Thy Good With Brotherhood…
Posted in blah school on April 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Tent City, Sacramento, CA. March 10, 2009
And you’re gonna bitch about “redistribution of wealth”? Looks to me like its not distributed very well anyhow these days.
Amanecer
Posted in blah school on March 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
This morning I woke up on a pull-out couch. Lost and Found. Get dressed, grab my bag and bike, and head out the door of a new apartment building. Guys in suits with newspapers. Buy breakfast at Noah’s authentically fake-thentic new york bagel repository. Bitter, overhot coffee.
Disembodied BART announcement: people who eat inside the station [...]
Anger MGMT
Posted in blah school on March 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Shit is constantly happening to us. There’s all this noise out there, bouncing off walls and bashing your eardrums, from carhorns to expletives to the subsonic hum of radio waves on their way into outer space. Sometimes it hails on you while you’re standing alone by the side of the street.
Sometimes the shit [...]
Commutication
Posted in blah school on March 6, 2009 | 1 Comment »
She’s late. “Go.” Out into the drizzle, in a hurried half-jog, important papers shielding important hairdo from the damp that California’s empty reservoirs so dearly need. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” The car starts on the first try (“YES!”) and Renee Montagne’s authoritative voice introduces a piece about Mattel’s strategy for selling Barbies in Shanghai. “Christ.” The [...]
Jam tomorrow, Jam yesterday.
Posted in blah school on February 10, 2009 | 2 Comments »
A better writer than I told me to stop thinking so much and write everyday and just see what happens. She was right, so I’m going to veer from self-conscious profundity to frivolity subtly laden with oblique, yet equally revealing clues about the life of a guy, his bike, the law, our culture, and [...]
In Which I Combine Nutter Butters With Ritz Bits
Posted in blah school, frumious bandersnatch on December 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The curse of perfectionism is that it can compel you to follow through on a terrible, despicable mistake, even after you know what you’re doing is horribly, blood-curdlingly wrong. Do Not Mix Nutter Butters with Ritz Bits. Don’t do it.
They tell you not to mix advil and alcohol, not to dry your hair [...]
Proving Service
Posted in blah school on September 26, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Working in a legal aid clinic, I spend about 25 hours a week pretending to be a lawyer. I don’t mislead people about my lack of certification or experience, but clients seem inclined to assume that I am more than qualified to do what I’m doing, perhaps because I’m getting better at faking it. Most [...]
It’s Always Foggy in Berkeley
Posted in blah school on September 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Kevin Costner should make a movie in which he plays a man with gills and webbed feet who is ostracized by society because he drinks his own pee. The message would be that if we don’t stop global warming soon, the polar ice caps will melt and everyone will turn into a hobo and write [...]
