| Friends Only |
[Apr. 10th, 2010|01:00 pm] |
The vast majority of my posts are friends-only. Feel free to comment or send me an e-mail if you would like to be added.
I don't really write in this journal much anymore. There's so many exciting and interesting things to do out there, and Livejournal has really fallen to the bottom of the list of things I want to spend time on. I am keeping this journal as a place holder, and as an archive my old (and mostly friends only) entries. I do still read my friends list fairly regularly. |
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| Odium and Infamy |
[Dec. 5th, 2005|09:58 am] |
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| | Within a Mile of Home - Flogging Molly | ] | I just finished my oral argument in support of a motion to compel discovery, which went pretty well. This is my last week of classes, after which we have one reading week and then finals. Not much else is up right now, but I did want to share a particularly mavelous excerpt from one of the cases I read for Property last week. This case was decided in 1826, in New York. The plaintiff claimed constructive eviction (due to a breach in the covenant for quiet title) as his reason for breaking his lease before the term was up. The quoted portion deals with the circumstances that lead to the plaintiff's decision to break his lease.
Dyett v. Pendleton, 8 Cow. 272 (N.Y.1826):
[The landlord] introduced into the house (two rooms upon the second floor and two rooms upon the third floor whereof had been leased to the defendant,) divers lewd women or prostitutes, and kept and detained them in the said house all night, for the purpose of prostitution; that the said lewd women or prostitutes would frequently enter the said house in the day time, and after staying all night, would leave the same by day-light in the morning; . . . [the landlord] and said lewd women or prostitutes . . . were accustomed to make a great deal of indecent noise and disturbance, the said women or prostitutes often screaming extravagantly, and so as to be heard throughout the house, and by the neighbors, and frequently using obscene and vulgar language so loud as to be understood at a considerable distance; and that such noise and riotous proceedings, being from time to time continued all night, greatly disturbed the rest of the persons sleeping in said house, and particularly those parts thereof demised to the defendant; that the practices aforesaid were matters of conversation and reproach in the neighborhood, and were of a nature to draw, and did draw, odium and infamy upon the said house, as being a place of ill fame, so that it was no longer respectable for moral and decent persons to dwell or enter therein . . . |
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| Federal Rules of Civil Procedure |
[Sep. 18th, 2005|09:10 pm] |
Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?
So incredibly geeky it's cool. I'm Rule 15. My husband is Rule 8(a). I forwarded the link to my Civ Pro professor, and he turned out to be 8(a) as well.
YOU ARE RULE 15!
You're a very helpful rule! You allow the attorney to amend their complaint once as a matter of course at any time before the answer is filed, and also allow amendments in other cases. If a claim relates back to the original transaction or occurrence outlined in the complaint, you can amend the complaint, even though the statute of limitations has run. Like a good friend, you're always there to help out in a bind.
( Possible Outcomes ) |
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| An excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit |
[Jun. 19th, 2005|01:30 am] |
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always." |
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| Impending Nuptuals |
[Jun. 11th, 2005|01:01 pm] |
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So, it's 1:00 and I'm getting married in 3.5 hours. I just met our best man and he is way cool. He and Ed are talking about some sort of Perl 6 updates that a lot of people are concerned about, so I figured this would probably be my only chance to neak in a quick entry before the wedding. People are going to start arriving at my house in about an hour, so I need to finish getting ready. Pictures will, of course, follow. It may be a couple of days, though. Tomorrow, we're leaving and won't be back until the 15th. We're headed to the CDC in Atlanta for that public health law conference I mentioned earlier. Fun stuff! |
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| Here it is... |
[Jan. 21st, 2005|06:41 pm] |
Today's moment of Zen:
Now, one can learn a great deal from television, but not how to think. Thinking requires dissecting an idea, like a laboratory frog, into its component parts, to determine how, or if, they fit together. Thinking requires the detection and tackling of hidden assumptions. Thinking requires that evidence be at hand, available for reference, not ephemeral, like a moving picture. Thinking takes time, and quiet, and patience, and assiduity. Most important, thinking requires articulateness.
One cannot refine a thought unless one has the words to express it precisely. An idea may be sensed, but it cannot be tested except in words. Unless one has explored a politician's reasoning, one will not know if his rhetoric is sincere or specious. Until one has laid the appeals of salesmen under the cool beam of reason, until one has extracted the claim from the jingle, one can't know what to believe. One cannot evaluate intellectual propositions emotionally; one cannot feel the correct answer. One must think in words. And, unless one thinks, one will never have an idea of one's own; one will be, perhaps unknowingly, a puppet on somebody's string.
Carll Tucker Saturday Review September 15, 1979 |
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| Litigation to keep an eye on |
[Mar. 23rd, 2004|03:32 pm] |
This Monday (March 30), the Supreme Court is going to hear a case on the Alien Tort Claims Act (ATCA). (A "tort," for those of you who don't know, is a non-criminal case in which someone sustained wrongful injury) The ATCA has been the basis for human rights litigation in this country for the past 24 years. I'll give you a quick synopsis here, but if you're interested you should read FindLaw's background article.
In Mexico, one of our DEA agents was tortured and eventually killed by a drug cartel. There were charges that a Mexican doctor administered drugs to the DEA agent to keep him alive longer during torture. The US hired some Mexicans to kidnap this doctor and bring him to the US, where he was to stand trial. The doctor was found not guilty since the evidence was mostly "speculation." (Note: He was found not guilty. This doesn't mean he's innocent or that he didn't do it.)
So, this Mexican doctor decided to sue the US, which he can do under the ACTA because the men who kidnapped him were acting as agents of the US at the time of the kidnapping, and the kidnapping was in violation of the law of nations.
The US sees the ACTA as a potential problem in the war on terror, since foreigners could sue the US for violations of international law. So, the Bush administration wants the Supreme Court to declare that 24 years of case law have misinterpreted the original intent of Congress and that the ACTA should not be able to be used for the sorts of things it's been used for in the past. Human rights groups are opposed to a strict reading of the ACTA, for obvious reasons.
So, we've got the major basis for human rights litigation on the line. On one side, we've got a doctor who may have administered drugs to prolong the agony of a torture victim. On the other side is a government who paid to have a foreign national kidnapped and brought onto US soil so he could claim jurisdiction over him. So.... which side is the one for people in favor of basic human rights? |
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| Poetry at its finest |
[Sep. 11th, 2003|06:31 pm] |
INFOCUS published the following poem, written by Fred Bremmer and Steve Kroese of Calvin College and Seminary of Grand Rapids, Michigan.
> > ! * ' ' # ^ " ` $ $ - ! * = @ $ _ %* < > ~ # 4 & [ ] . . / | { , , SYSTEM HALTED
The poem can only be appreciated by reading it aloud, to wit:
Waka waka bang splat tick tick hash, caret quote back-tick dollar dollar dash. Bang splat equal at dollar underscore, percent splat waka waka tilde number four. Ampersand bracket bracket dot dot slash, Vertical-bar curly-bracket comma comma CRASH! |
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| The Great Salad Dressing Balloon Race |
[May. 24th, 2003|02:37 pm] |
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| | amused | ] | A few days ago, I had my mother pick up some raspberry vinaigrette at the store. She came home with Newman's Own: Light Raspberry & Walnut Vinaigrette. This story was featured prominantly on the back of the bottle.
The Great Salad Dressing Balloon Race. An armada of balloons loaded with Light Raspberry. The starters gun - Bazoombah! They all rise majestically into the air. Newman's Own Balloon, with fewer calories, more taste, and secretly propelled by charity, flies faster than Kraft and further than Wishbone. First across. First on the ground. El Piloto quaffs mucho quaffs of Newman's Own Light Raspberry in victory. A medium light Italian starlet, daughter of Butch Cassidini, named Bitch Cassidini, leaps into the balloon basket, kisses Piloto, her lips smeared with Newman's Own Light, she murmurs, "You taste of Sicily, of Vesuvius, of Naples, baby," and patting his fanny she whispers, "and no fat." |
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| Rules of Thumb |
[Apr. 25th, 2003|05:00 am] |
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| | impressed | ] | Did you know: a slice of bread weighs about one ounce a regular baseballl bat is about one meter long from fingertip to fingertip, your armspan is just a bit less than your height a dollar bill is about 6 inches long
Square One TV rocks my world. |
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| Elegy (by Louis, my brother) |
[Dec. 4th, 2002|12:55 pm] |
This is for Bobby who lies between sterile sheets counting the hours until death takes him the smell of disinfectant the tubes, the needles, "how do you feel?" everytime you turn around you always were my favorite uncle you were the loudest at parties you ate pepperoni pizza and took me to musicals we talked for hours about the subtle intricacies of "Goldfinger" and you sent me sweetly inept gifts for every birthday
I never knew you as well as I wanted to
you're trapped inside a body Slowly eating itself until it sucks all the air out of the room and the disease quietly spreads until the entire town reaks of death this would be easier if you weren't halfway across the country if there was something I could say to you, your children, my bereaved grandmother something to crack the damned silence
You probably won't make it to Christmas It's too late now for regrets stars will eat your body and your spirit will dissolve into air reality settles over you like a fine ash and the romance of death is stripped away no holy white light no angel will save you from this waking death Just a prisoner of your hospital bed (hey, sister morphine when are you coming 'round again?) I can't even imagine how you must feel but As I lie in bed just for an instant memories swell inside my mind And I feel the distance getting thin until you're right next to me and across one thousand miles I touch your hand and smile Just hoping you get through the night |
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| I love my Orgo textbook |
[Sep. 4th, 2002|10:38 pm] |
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| | contemplative | ] | How we respond to risk is significantly influenced by familiarity. The presence of chloroform in municipal water supplies - at a barely detectable level of 0.000 000 01% - has caused an outcry in many cities, yet chloroform has a lower acute toxicity than aspirin. Many foods contain natural ingredients that are far more toxic than synthetic food additives or pesticide residues, but the ingredients are ignored because the foods are familiar. Peanut butter, for example, may contain tiny amounts of aflatoxin, a far more potent cancer threat than sodium cyclamate, an artificial sweetener that has been banned in the United States because of its "risk."
- from Chemical Toxicity and Risk, an essay on pages 26-27 of Organic Chemistry, fifth edition, by John McMurry. |
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