Waugh!
Ha ha! Bet you fools weren't expecting a post! Well, here one is, long overdue insofar as such things can be said to have a deadline, which fortuitously for me they cannot. My life has undergone a number of fascinating developments lately, of which I will attempt briefly to make you aware. Please refrain from being too fascinated by them, as I can't foresee that I will have time to expound upon them further for some time.
For the greater portion of the summer, I worked at the legal analysis firm of which you might find prior mention. Largely, I analyzed laws. Insofar as "analyzing laws" can be said to entail "sitting on my ass until, every few hours or every few days, a task would be found for me, which task often included summarizing depositions or putting together discovery documents and data." I used my chunks of downtime to negotiate a raise to $18.50/hour (on the premise that I was doing the same work - in the same miniscule amounts - as the better-paid contract attorney working with me), watch the World Cup, and browse Wikipedia. As far as the latter goes, I am now an expert on, among other things: Irish history, 8000 B.C. to present; theoretical physics (all of them!); the Vikings; and the bittersweet history behind Clapton's deservedly acclaimed ballad, "Layla." All in all, certainly one of my more productive as well as lucrative summers.
Following this portion, the summer moved into a significantly more Irish, and therefore sexy, phase. That recounting will be best served by my posting pictures of our numerous hijinks and/or shenanigans (I will also not rule out gambols or escapades, but if we had them they are not something I recall), which I hope to do in the near future. Please pester me about them. I notice that Maddy still has not posted hers, so this lends some credence to my baseless belief that it is not yet time. The world simply is not ready for these images. For now, suffice it to say that I have discovered a country which is in most, if not all, ways superior to all other countries; that both Maddy and I had to actively struggle against cutting all ties to our former lives and becoming fisherfolk; and that in any event I must retire there just as soon as I have reached retirable age (I figure around 35 should do it).
Further, I have just survived my first week at BC Law, rendering another victory to my "fight" instinct over the "flight" one (in case any of you had any doubts as to which more developed). Actually, though I make it out to be some predatory beast, school ultimately isn't so bad. Still, it does share some qualities with such a creature - namely its size, its thirst for blood, its slavering jaws, and the amount of reading which it commands that I do. But it's good times, and should be, if not a lark, a thoroughly challenging and rewarding jaunt toward the rabid shysterism which we can all recognize as among my best suited callings. Toward that end, I skipped the two-hour ethics workshop yesterday afternoon. Can I be blamed for finding abhorrent these "moral standards" that guide "socially beneficial" behavior??"?" (That last question mark is quoted from Machiavelli.) I suppose I can be, but it's probably not worth your time to do it.
Now I must continue packing for the MOVE OF VAST PROPORTIONS tomorrow, whereby Maddy and I will be transplanted into a residence which I expect will be bursting at the seams with the torrent of rarefied Awesome flowing through the place. If you are a person of quality and have no mud on your boots (or are willing to remove them), it is my hope that you will at some point during the year come and observe its flowing. We will be on Comm Ave. near the intersection with Harvard Ave. I expect to see you there.
In closing: House, M.D. is fucking excellent. Why has nobody thought to inform me of this prior to now? I must thank the venerable (not venereal) Mr. Yeats, who I suppose also goes by Mole, M.D., for correcting the oversight.
For the greater portion of the summer, I worked at the legal analysis firm of which you might find prior mention. Largely, I analyzed laws. Insofar as "analyzing laws" can be said to entail "sitting on my ass until, every few hours or every few days, a task would be found for me, which task often included summarizing depositions or putting together discovery documents and data." I used my chunks of downtime to negotiate a raise to $18.50/hour (on the premise that I was doing the same work - in the same miniscule amounts - as the better-paid contract attorney working with me), watch the World Cup, and browse Wikipedia. As far as the latter goes, I am now an expert on, among other things: Irish history, 8000 B.C. to present; theoretical physics (all of them!); the Vikings; and the bittersweet history behind Clapton's deservedly acclaimed ballad, "Layla." All in all, certainly one of my more productive as well as lucrative summers.
Following this portion, the summer moved into a significantly more Irish, and therefore sexy, phase. That recounting will be best served by my posting pictures of our numerous hijinks and/or shenanigans (I will also not rule out gambols or escapades, but if we had them they are not something I recall), which I hope to do in the near future. Please pester me about them. I notice that Maddy still has not posted hers, so this lends some credence to my baseless belief that it is not yet time. The world simply is not ready for these images. For now, suffice it to say that I have discovered a country which is in most, if not all, ways superior to all other countries; that both Maddy and I had to actively struggle against cutting all ties to our former lives and becoming fisherfolk; and that in any event I must retire there just as soon as I have reached retirable age (I figure around 35 should do it).
Further, I have just survived my first week at BC Law, rendering another victory to my "fight" instinct over the "flight" one (in case any of you had any doubts as to which more developed). Actually, though I make it out to be some predatory beast, school ultimately isn't so bad. Still, it does share some qualities with such a creature - namely its size, its thirst for blood, its slavering jaws, and the amount of reading which it commands that I do. But it's good times, and should be, if not a lark, a thoroughly challenging and rewarding jaunt toward the rabid shysterism which we can all recognize as among my best suited callings. Toward that end, I skipped the two-hour ethics workshop yesterday afternoon. Can I be blamed for finding abhorrent these "moral standards" that guide "socially beneficial" behavior??"?" (That last question mark is quoted from Machiavelli.) I suppose I can be, but it's probably not worth your time to do it.
Now I must continue packing for the MOVE OF VAST PROPORTIONS tomorrow, whereby Maddy and I will be transplanted into a residence which I expect will be bursting at the seams with the torrent of rarefied Awesome flowing through the place. If you are a person of quality and have no mud on your boots (or are willing to remove them), it is my hope that you will at some point during the year come and observe its flowing. We will be on Comm Ave. near the intersection with Harvard Ave. I expect to see you there.
In closing: House, M.D. is fucking excellent. Why has nobody thought to inform me of this prior to now? I must thank the venerable (not venereal) Mr. Yeats, who I suppose also goes by Mole, M.D., for correcting the oversight.