Wednesday, April 30, 2008

1L--Interpretive Photo Essay

So you want to go to law school? Sounds great.

LAW!

JUSTICE!

HONOR!

TRUTH!

You know there will be challenges. You know it will be costly. But just think of how much you'll get back on the other side, right?

You'd be a fool not to go to law school. Just like you'd be a fool not to get five chili cheese dogs for $5...


Just look. So much opportunity. So much promise. It's all ahead of you and the world is your oyster.


Hey, this is great! I'm a pretty big shot. Looks a little complicated, but I can handle this...


Dear heavens, that is a lot of chili dog... But it's still fun, right? Hey, I get to dress up today. I'm a regular Alley McBeal.



This is probably too much chili dog.


This is about where I really hit the wall. I began to question my faith. How could a loving supreme being allow this?... And should I die before this journey's through, happy day; all is well...



I finished. For now. But was it worth it?


Man, I really hate myself...

Fin.

Theft

I wanted to post a dramatic photo essay that would be my artistic interpretation of law school. But I can't find my camera-to-computer cord. I'm guessing whoever stole it couldn't handle the raw truth of my art.

Or it could be somewhere in my filthy house.

Instead of posting, I'll go try to find that cord...

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Witnesses

Sorry. I am once again derelict. Finals again.

But in a show a good faith, I will share three observations:

1. Kids who speak Spanish are nth times cuter than kids who speak English.

2. The nice thing about getting married when you are older is that no one is going to decorate your car.

3. People who think they are free thinkers love quoting musicians.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Laws of Life

I was reflecting the other day on some of the things I've learned from television and motion pictures.

These observations are scant, but I don't have the time for much else...

1. If your dad is in the military, he does not want you to be in a band. Also, being shipped off to "the academy" against your will is a constant threat.

2. Terrorists and Russians have no defense against teens with firearm/computer training.

3. People in New York constantly honk their horns just for the sake of honking their horns--even right outside of the Law and Order courtroom.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Tax Law

Tax Day has come and gone. Taxes? Am I right?

Don't get me started...

If I knew anything about tax law, I could probably get a job. Fact of the matter is I'm not too clear on tax law or any other "___________ law," but I do know quite a bit about the history of the IRS.

It all starts with this man.



In an effort to thwart the Nazi's, the Allied Forces poured millions and millions of dollars into defense technology. Among their many achievements wast the Mobile Tactical Defense Unit, or "Mt. Du" as it was secretly known.



Only three were built. The first two were dropped over Japan, and the last one was stored in the Nevada Desert. Scarcity breads demand, and the price for the remaining Mt. Du sky-rocketed.

The richest men in the world gathered for bidding.



Roosevelt had recently spent all his money on new spinners and was, in his own words, "totally tapped."



He asked his father, a plate of Teddy Roosevelt, for a forward on his allowance, but was denied.



If Roosevelt did not get his air trampoline, he knew it would fall into the hands of the Russians.

The only solution? An income tax.

And the IRS was born.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Laws of Physics

The nice thing about suspenders is they keep your pants from falling down and your shirt from flying up.



You wish, belt.

Happy tax day.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Dispute Resolution

As a good friend commented, "[I] suck at blogging lately."

It's true. I am without defense. I tried taking law school seriously for a semester... I'm not sure that I learned anymore, and I feel more petty, jealous, and discontent.

So today I give a peace offering--my notice to the world that I suck at blogging and at being a law student, but maybe a day will come when we can all still somehow get along.










Hasten the day...