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Closing Time

This is it, guys.

I started this humble blog at the beginning of 1L year, in the fall of 2007, when I was as anxious and excited and overwhelmed as everyone else in Section 12--by DC, by law school, by the prospect of being a "professional" and working toward a "career" and all those yuppie buzzwords that give us contemptuous thrills. Having this space available, and having a small but open-minded and dedicated (I like to think) audience, kept my nubile brain creative and helped me see the world through different eyes. I tried to think about my experiences in an articulable way, to tell them to you and experience some sense of sharing and solidarity. You were with me through exams, interviews, and cheesy lolcat jokes. You helped me solve the mystery of my identity thief, the fake sai sai. You listened to my bar prep nonsense. You shared my life over the last three years, and by being there, made me want to live it a little better.

A part of my life has ended. This is okay. Even though my memories are wonderful, and I have no idea what to expect from this next phase, I'm excited about what's to come. But I can't take this blog with me. It's a relic of a past time, and now it's time for me to move on.

I know I'll be on the internets somewhere; email me, or leave a comment with your email address, and I'll give you directions. That's Relevant will stay alive for just a little while longer and then melt away into the ether. So long, and thanks for all the fish.

The Future (woooooooooo)

Hello friends.

After that summer (that summer!), a long absence was warranted. From the bar exam we at TR helped our favored human become homeless, then became homeless ourselves, then took our homeless selves cavorting around this glorious world. Colorado and Chicago, Spain and Morocco--all are familiar to us now.

Big things are in store, big things. We are moving our lives forward! We are progressing! Things are happening! People, take this to the streets and sing!

And what next?

Why do you ask such questions, love.

It's over and done with!

[Thanks to Braam for the totally appropriate pointer.]

The hardest part

It's so goddamn boring.

In other news:
(1) I like snacks.
(2) A federal judge just gave AZ a well-deserved smackdown for denying gay couples state employee health benefits. Fuck you, Jan Brewer.
(3) AscenDance has a great chance of winning America's Got Talent.
(4) If I were at all unsure before about the dangers of sitting in front of a computer day-in and day-out, my current unfortunate back and shoulder pain has me convinced. Really, it's probably healthier to be a construction worker than a lawyer at this point.
(5) Would it be a waste at this point to just go be a personal shopper/life coach? That sounds like fun.

Season 1, Episode 4

The moment I finally got "The Wire."

Warning on the French press

"Children and hot fluids should be kept apart."

Bar lecture quote of the day

"The rules might not necessarily make any sense here. But at least they are really clear."

Repurposing Ayn Rand

"Listen, what's the most horrible experience you can imagine? To me--it's being left, unarmed, in a sealed cell with a drooling beast of prey or a maniac who's had some disease that's eaten his brain out. You'd have nothing then but your voice--your voice and your thought. You'd scream to that creature why it should not touch you, you'd have the most eloquent words, the unanswerable words, you'd become the vessel of the absolute truth. And you'd see living eyes watching you and you'd know that the thing can't hear you, that it can't be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it's breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That's horror. Well, that's what's hanging over the world, prowling somewhere through mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own. I don't think I'm a coward, but I'm afraid of it. And that's all I know--only that it exists."

What do you think it is?

Dead blogs

There are some blogs--not many, but a few--that I check almost daily even though no content has been posted in, let's just say, a while. Why bother, when there are so many great ones that update content 2, 3, 4 times a day? Today I realized: maybe I do it just so I have a reason to be annoyed. Bar studying is good for accumulating amorphous life-frustration. Dead blogs provide martyrs for targets.

Not the most charitable entry I guess, but can't you tell it's simply a very cranky day?