on youth
My current situation has me somewhat more in tune with the undergrad scene than any 28 y.o. law student ought to be. I've been reading a lot of blogs written by undergrads and I've noticed something that makes me reminisce about my youth.
I remember college. It was this time of incredible emotional upheavals. Everything was so intense and so important. The littlest things would set me off on weeks of depression. I had such weird social issues I missed my best friend's birthday celebration more than once. I became fascinated with drinking. I got into a weird lingering relationship with my ex. I had no direction and changed majors every half semester. I thought it was my life. I thought it was me and my inability to control emotions or find direction. I think, it turns out, that my life experience, while my own experience, was and is not necessarily unique.
You know how people say Accutane might make kids suicidal? And that teen brains, even at 18-21 years of age, are still developing? Well, I think it's totally, anecdotally true. I totally thought, at the time, that my inability to control my emotions, my suffering through enormous mood swings, was chemical. Try as I might, I could never get out of them. And maybe, biologically, I couldn't.
It would also explain why at 28 things are mellowing out. I still kinda have mood swings, but they're totally manageable. Everything just seems manageable. Even great tragedies and intense romantic infatuations. They do not incapacitate me. I am a very high functioning mood-swinger these days. These years.
If only I could somehow explain my infatuation with 20-22 year old men. Or boys. Hmm.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
on kickball
I went to my first kickball game of the season this afternoon. There's something about the game ... Do you remember it? That red rubber ball. The baseball diamond. I remember how much I loved the game when I was a kid. I think I was pretty good at it, too, because I was always bigger than my classmates so I was generally stronger and could kick farther. And I think the ball we played with in elementary school is smaller than the one we play with now. Kickball was good, grade school fun.
Adult kickball is ... interesting. Many of the teams drink during the game and before the game and always after the game. Our bench smelled like a brewery by the end of the game. The ball is bigger, but so are the players. I managed to get on base both times I was up, but just barely. Players can palm the ball. They can also pitch remarkably fast. There were no gimme pitches today. And, my teammates and opponents are not the classmates I see every day and school and so kind of trust and like. No, these are strangers from all walks of life around the city. Professionals, students, stand-up comedians. My heart was actually racing when I got up to bat.
The game is fun. And when we play a good team, and by good I mean friendly, the game is great fun. Today's opponents, not so much. They were chumps. They were obnoxious and loud and petty. For example, a runner stole a base while the ball was being thrown back to the pitcher. All play stops when the ball is back at the pitcher, but the other team argued that technically, the ball was in the air and not with the pitcher. Yeah, technically, but my team was the one populated with law students and even we weren't splitting hairs like that. And then, to be completely catty, the pitcher from the other team, I have never spoken to her, never seen her before, and yet I just detest her. Nothing she said was funny. Nothing she said was interesting. Yet she insisted on being loud and the center of attention. It was like she thought she was the biggest shit and I wanted to deck her. Oh I so could have taken her. If it was ultimate fighting kickball, I know I could have won. Oh my how this post has deteriorated.
All in all, though, it was a good time. It will be, and is, a fun diversion from other crap, like school. Although right now, I don't really need any more ways to recreate. Monday is my climbing class. Swim class is on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm going to try and swim on Wednesdays as well, although this past week I went climbing instead. This past Friday I played volleyball, then ping-pong for 15 minutes, then climbed. On Saturday I swam and climbed.
My body is tired.
Also ... I missed the bidding deadline for the government/public interest job fair. I was considering it as an alternative to the firm thing, because maybe the firm thing isn't for me. But, I seem to have painted myself into a corner here.
I went to my first kickball game of the season this afternoon. There's something about the game ... Do you remember it? That red rubber ball. The baseball diamond. I remember how much I loved the game when I was a kid. I think I was pretty good at it, too, because I was always bigger than my classmates so I was generally stronger and could kick farther. And I think the ball we played with in elementary school is smaller than the one we play with now. Kickball was good, grade school fun.
Adult kickball is ... interesting. Many of the teams drink during the game and before the game and always after the game. Our bench smelled like a brewery by the end of the game. The ball is bigger, but so are the players. I managed to get on base both times I was up, but just barely. Players can palm the ball. They can also pitch remarkably fast. There were no gimme pitches today. And, my teammates and opponents are not the classmates I see every day and school and so kind of trust and like. No, these are strangers from all walks of life around the city. Professionals, students, stand-up comedians. My heart was actually racing when I got up to bat.
The game is fun. And when we play a good team, and by good I mean friendly, the game is great fun. Today's opponents, not so much. They were chumps. They were obnoxious and loud and petty. For example, a runner stole a base while the ball was being thrown back to the pitcher. All play stops when the ball is back at the pitcher, but the other team argued that technically, the ball was in the air and not with the pitcher. Yeah, technically, but my team was the one populated with law students and even we weren't splitting hairs like that. And then, to be completely catty, the pitcher from the other team, I have never spoken to her, never seen her before, and yet I just detest her. Nothing she said was funny. Nothing she said was interesting. Yet she insisted on being loud and the center of attention. It was like she thought she was the biggest shit and I wanted to deck her. Oh I so could have taken her. If it was ultimate fighting kickball, I know I could have won. Oh my how this post has deteriorated.
All in all, though, it was a good time. It will be, and is, a fun diversion from other crap, like school. Although right now, I don't really need any more ways to recreate. Monday is my climbing class. Swim class is on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm going to try and swim on Wednesdays as well, although this past week I went climbing instead. This past Friday I played volleyball, then ping-pong for 15 minutes, then climbed. On Saturday I swam and climbed.
My body is tired.
Also ... I missed the bidding deadline for the government/public interest job fair. I was considering it as an alternative to the firm thing, because maybe the firm thing isn't for me. But, I seem to have painted myself into a corner here.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
not a bad thing to read on a sunday morning
Deal Is Reached to Drop Debt of 18 Poor Nations
September 25, 2005
By EDMUND L. ANDREWS from NYTimes.com
WASHINGTON, Sept. 24 - Finance ministers from around the world reached agreement on Saturday on a plan to wipe out as much as $55 billion in debt owed by impoverished countries.
The deal still needs to win support from the major shareholders of the World Bank, which would forgive a large portion of the outstanding loans, but American and European officials said they were confident the plan would win approval on Sunday.
The agreement, which will initially affect about 18 countries, came after two years of grinding debate between the United States, Japan, Britain and most of the wealthy nations in Europe.
"The breakthrough is that we now have a set of proposals that are supported by the whole international community," said Gordon Brown, the chancellor of the exchequer for Britain and the chairman of the International Monetary Fund's policy-making committee.
If all goes according to plan, the 18 highly indebted low-income countries could be freed as early as the end of this year from the need to repay a total of about $1 billion a year in interest and principal.
Though the nominal amount of debt at stake is about $55 billion, the actual cost of forgiving the debt immediately is closer to about $18 billion.
Eventually, as many as 35 countries could qualify for debt relief and the total cost to wealthy countries would climb higher.
The criteria for eligibility was one of the most difficult issues, with the United States, Japan and Germany adamantly opposed to opening the door to an ever-expanding list of nations.
When the plan was first hammered out last summer by the United States and Britain, the idea was to make it available to countries that are currently categorized as "highly indebted poor countries."
But fund officials said eligibility had to be based on a specific formula that would apply the same standards to all countries.
The exact criteria remained unclear on Saturday, though Mr. Brown said it was based on a nation's per capita income. In addition to being poor, however, a government has to follow "sound" economic policies and meet standards for good governance.
The immediate goal of the plan is to give hopelessly indebted nations a chance to wipe the slate clean. The broader goal, supported by the Bush administration and a broad coalition of anti-poverty activists, is to shift future aid to outright grants and away from loans.
The biggest political obstacle to the plan stemmed from demands by some European countries, as well as by Paul Wolfowitz, the new president of the World Bank, that wealthy countries make firm commitments to pick up the full cost of debt relief.
On Friday, the Group of 8 industrial nations signed a letter explicitly promising that they would cover the cost "dollar for dollar" and that they would not reduce their regular contributions to the World Bank in order to make up for the cancelled debt repayment.
Even as they closed in on an agreement to wipe out billions of dollars in debt for poor countries, finance ministers meeting here this weekend were far more divided about the long-term roles of the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund.
American officials proposed that the fund cut back on its loans for specific projects in low-income countries while playing a more aggressive role in pressuring countries - implicitly China, though it was not cited by name - that may be manipulating their exchange rates.
The fund, he said, should have a "limited" role in providing assistance to low-income countries. But it should "not shy away from tough judgments" on a nation's exchange-rate practices.
Treasury officials are hoping that the fund could put new public pressure on China to let its currency float more freely. China has pegged its currency, the yuan, at a fixed exchange rate to the dollar for more than a decade.
Many economists say the yuan is heavily undervalued, making Chinese exports cheaper than they would be if the yuan traded at market rates.
But Rodrigo de Rato, the fund's managing director, had already cautioned Friday that it would be "unrealistic" to expect the fund to achieve much by berating countries over their exchange rates.
Instead, Mr. De Rato has focused on prodding governments to shore up their underlying policies. On Saturday, he warned that the United States needed to reduce its large budget deficits and huge foreign indebtedness.
"As the net external liabilities of the U.S. continue to rise, so do the vulnerabilities of the nation's economy," Mr. De Rato said in a speech at the annual meetings here of the fund and the World Bank.
Friday, September 23, 2005
long time no...
It begins, the death of blogging.
Yeah, things have been crazy. Today was the first time I've been to Thursday classes. They're no different from Tuesday classes, but the difference is that I was actually at school today.
Yesterday was my first call-back interview. It was ok. The firm seemed really great, but ... well, I kind of worry that I'm making a horrible decision. The environment, the feel, the atmosphere. Every individual I met was really great and nice and interesting. But ... I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe I should look at smaller firms. We'll see. I have more call-backs and really, this whole issue might be moot if I don't get an offer.
Hurricane Rita. I was reading something yesterday about how public officials were telling Gulf Coast citizens to help each other out. To go out and look for people who need help. I got teary-eyed. I think I was in the middle of class, too. God help the people in the region, but ... do you ever notice how immediately following a disaster or some sort, the response to the next threat of a similar disaster is above and beyond what is necessary? I know it's better safe than sorry when it comes to people's lives, but there's something about this whole situation that is laughable. Maybe it's knowing that somewhere in there, part of the impetus for this response is trying to make up for the poor response/preparation for Katrina. I guess that's what's laughable. Bush is going to try and use this hurricane to make up for the heartlessness he showed in the last one. And he's going to over do it. I don't know, I'm rambling.
I went climbing last night. Oh man, I love climbing. I'm also taking an intermediate class on Monday nights. I have blisters on every one of my fingers.
I have a headache and I'm going to bed. Yeay, bed!
It begins, the death of blogging.
Yeah, things have been crazy. Today was the first time I've been to Thursday classes. They're no different from Tuesday classes, but the difference is that I was actually at school today.
Yesterday was my first call-back interview. It was ok. The firm seemed really great, but ... well, I kind of worry that I'm making a horrible decision. The environment, the feel, the atmosphere. Every individual I met was really great and nice and interesting. But ... I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe I should look at smaller firms. We'll see. I have more call-backs and really, this whole issue might be moot if I don't get an offer.
Hurricane Rita. I was reading something yesterday about how public officials were telling Gulf Coast citizens to help each other out. To go out and look for people who need help. I got teary-eyed. I think I was in the middle of class, too. God help the people in the region, but ... do you ever notice how immediately following a disaster or some sort, the response to the next threat of a similar disaster is above and beyond what is necessary? I know it's better safe than sorry when it comes to people's lives, but there's something about this whole situation that is laughable. Maybe it's knowing that somewhere in there, part of the impetus for this response is trying to make up for the poor response/preparation for Katrina. I guess that's what's laughable. Bush is going to try and use this hurricane to make up for the heartlessness he showed in the last one. And he's going to over do it. I don't know, I'm rambling.
I went climbing last night. Oh man, I love climbing. I'm also taking an intermediate class on Monday nights. I have blisters on every one of my fingers.
I have a headache and I'm going to bed. Yeay, bed!
Sunday, September 18, 2005
HOME!
I am home, after an uneventful red-eye back from Oakland. Managed to sleep for about 4.5 hours of the 5 hour flight. It helped that my row was empty.
First off, a shout out to myevilterran and noirah for welcoming me into their home for two nights and for being very kind and gracious hosts. And having some wonderful genes and creating one of the most delightful kids ever.
So here is a summary of my California jaunt:
* My interviews in LA were OK. There were some good ones, some ok ones. The task of putting myself out there and being judged is starting to get tiring. It's also starting to become personal, whereas after the first interviews, I was able to just let it go and stand back and say, eh, it's all just a process and it doesn't mean anything. Now, it's starting to feel like it's about me, my character, my worth, my value. Blah.
* Jet Blue is a fantastic airline. Everyone was so happy on my flight out to LA, from the pilots, who went by first names, to the flight attendants, down to the people in my row. One of the flight attendants even said, "I work for Jet Blue because I like Jet Blue." Exit stage left.
* While waiting at LGB for my flight to Oakland, I SWEAR I saw Ed Helms exit the airport. He so made eye contact with me before running off towards the rental car trailer.
* My interviews in San Francisco were not so good. One firm didn't have an environmental practice. When I mentioned environmental litigation, which was advertised on the firm's website, my interviewer said, oh, yeah, I think we had a case. Once. Another firm only had a real estate practice. One firm is based in Sacramento, and the other was for a governmental organization that doesn't pay. Uhh, I'm not MOVING to SF for the summer to work for free, buddy. What am I? 21 years old?
* On Sunday, my hosts, see above, took me out and about in Berkeley. Ran into traffic and crowds from the Cal v. Illinois football game. Had fantastic pizza. Walked around the Berkeley botanical garden. And went shopping. At this huge t-shirt shop with all sorts of funny and cool t-shirts, I came away with a plain black shirt. Eh, go figure.
* I had a stack of rejection letters waiting for me when I got home this morning. Most of them I was expecting. One of them I was optimistically expecting a call back. And one of them was a toss-up. I shouldn't have been shocked, but reading one right after the other was kind of tedious. See Point 1 above. It's ok, though. I'm doing ok in terms of interviewing, so I'm not really sweating it.
* My apartment is a mess and I do not see myself remedying that situation anytime in the near future.
* Must get to gym today. [Update: I so did not get to the gym. Instead, I took about 5 naps on Sunday.]
I am home, after an uneventful red-eye back from Oakland. Managed to sleep for about 4.5 hours of the 5 hour flight. It helped that my row was empty.
First off, a shout out to myevilterran and noirah for welcoming me into their home for two nights and for being very kind and gracious hosts. And having some wonderful genes and creating one of the most delightful kids ever.
So here is a summary of my California jaunt:
* My interviews in LA were OK. There were some good ones, some ok ones. The task of putting myself out there and being judged is starting to get tiring. It's also starting to become personal, whereas after the first interviews, I was able to just let it go and stand back and say, eh, it's all just a process and it doesn't mean anything. Now, it's starting to feel like it's about me, my character, my worth, my value. Blah.
* Jet Blue is a fantastic airline. Everyone was so happy on my flight out to LA, from the pilots, who went by first names, to the flight attendants, down to the people in my row. One of the flight attendants even said, "I work for Jet Blue because I like Jet Blue." Exit stage left.
* While waiting at LGB for my flight to Oakland, I SWEAR I saw Ed Helms exit the airport. He so made eye contact with me before running off towards the rental car trailer.
* My interviews in San Francisco were not so good. One firm didn't have an environmental practice. When I mentioned environmental litigation, which was advertised on the firm's website, my interviewer said, oh, yeah, I think we had a case. Once. Another firm only had a real estate practice. One firm is based in Sacramento, and the other was for a governmental organization that doesn't pay. Uhh, I'm not MOVING to SF for the summer to work for free, buddy. What am I? 21 years old?
* On Sunday, my hosts, see above, took me out and about in Berkeley. Ran into traffic and crowds from the Cal v. Illinois football game. Had fantastic pizza. Walked around the Berkeley botanical garden. And went shopping. At this huge t-shirt shop with all sorts of funny and cool t-shirts, I came away with a plain black shirt. Eh, go figure.
* I had a stack of rejection letters waiting for me when I got home this morning. Most of them I was expecting. One of them I was optimistically expecting a call back. And one of them was a toss-up. I shouldn't have been shocked, but reading one right after the other was kind of tedious. See Point 1 above. It's ok, though. I'm doing ok in terms of interviewing, so I'm not really sweating it.
* My apartment is a mess and I do not see myself remedying that situation anytime in the near future.
* Must get to gym today. [Update: I so did not get to the gym. Instead, I took about 5 naps on Sunday.]
Monday, September 12, 2005
a few random thoughts
* I live by one of the most god-awfully smelly places in all of the world. There's this alley that is on the other side of the street from my side, and occasionally when I walk to and from the T stop, I pass by it. Really, I try to avoid doing it when possible b/c evil evil things must go on in that alley, because the smell...oh god, even a good drenching rain can't wash it away.
* I think I have a sinus infection. It makes my nose leak randomly and at inopportune times. I forgot tissues today.
* One of my classes only meets on Monday and today was our first meeting of the year. It's full of mostly 3Ls. I got called on -- the very first person on the very first day. It was very nearly crash-and-burn but right before you should have stuck a fork in me, I managed to pull it out of freefall. Oh, mixed metaphors. This class meets from 3-6, which is going to be incredibly depressing in a few weeks when it's dark at 6.
* Yesterday I studied at the Hillel House. It's amazing there. I was kinda nervous going, what with me not being Jewish and all, but the receptionist was super friendly. I guess it makes sense not to exclude, you know, non-Jews from a campus building and all.
* I [heart] volleyball.
* I may come to [heart] wallyball. Apparently, it's volleyball played on a racquetball court. Hmm... They're having a "intro to wallyball" IM event in November or something, they being the powers that be at my university that organize IM events. I'm either going to love it or HATE it, because it's going to be so much more chaotic than volleyball. I'm hoping for loving it, and that it's chaotic like broomball. Oh, broomball. I [heart] that, too. One day, I will convert all the naysayers and doubters to the joy and wonder of broomball.
[My goodness, I am bored and unmotivated and it's only the second week of school. How I ramble on...]
* I live by one of the most god-awfully smelly places in all of the world. There's this alley that is on the other side of the street from my side, and occasionally when I walk to and from the T stop, I pass by it. Really, I try to avoid doing it when possible b/c evil evil things must go on in that alley, because the smell...oh god, even a good drenching rain can't wash it away.
* I think I have a sinus infection. It makes my nose leak randomly and at inopportune times. I forgot tissues today.
* One of my classes only meets on Monday and today was our first meeting of the year. It's full of mostly 3Ls. I got called on -- the very first person on the very first day. It was very nearly crash-and-burn but right before you should have stuck a fork in me, I managed to pull it out of freefall. Oh, mixed metaphors. This class meets from 3-6, which is going to be incredibly depressing in a few weeks when it's dark at 6.
* Yesterday I studied at the Hillel House. It's amazing there. I was kinda nervous going, what with me not being Jewish and all, but the receptionist was super friendly. I guess it makes sense not to exclude, you know, non-Jews from a campus building and all.
* I [heart] volleyball.
* I may come to [heart] wallyball. Apparently, it's volleyball played on a racquetball court. Hmm... They're having a "intro to wallyball" IM event in November or something, they being the powers that be at my university that organize IM events. I'm either going to love it or HATE it, because it's going to be so much more chaotic than volleyball. I'm hoping for loving it, and that it's chaotic like broomball. Oh, broomball. I [heart] that, too. One day, I will convert all the naysayers and doubters to the joy and wonder of broomball.
[My goodness, I am bored and unmotivated and it's only the second week of school. How I ramble on...]
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
6am blogging
BRAIN MAY STILL BE EVOLVING, STUDIES HINT
from The New York Times
OK, I realize it's the 6 o'clock hour, and the only reason I'm up blogging at this hour is because we had an open bar social after our journal training last night, and thus everything I say should be taken with a grain of salt. But isn't it kind of presumptuous to think that humans had stopped evolving? I mean, on the whole, sure, humans have accomplished a lot, but look around, it ain't perfect. We use only a small percentage of our brains. We fuck everything up. I would hope to high heaven that after billions of years of evolution, our pathetic existence is NOT all that genetics and evolution could come up with. For crying out loud.
BRAIN MAY STILL BE EVOLVING, STUDIES HINT
from The New York Times
Two genes involved in determining the size of the human brain have undergone substantial evolution in the last 60,000 years, researchers say, leading to the surprising suggestion that the brain is still undergoing rapid evolution.
The discovery adds weight to the view that human evolution is still a work in progress, since previous instances of recent genetic change have come to light in genes that defend against disease and confer the ability to digest milk in adulthood.
It had been widely assumed until recently that human evolution more or less stopped 50,000 years ago.
OK, I realize it's the 6 o'clock hour, and the only reason I'm up blogging at this hour is because we had an open bar social after our journal training last night, and thus everything I say should be taken with a grain of salt. But isn't it kind of presumptuous to think that humans had stopped evolving? I mean, on the whole, sure, humans have accomplished a lot, but look around, it ain't perfect. We use only a small percentage of our brains. We fuck everything up. I would hope to high heaven that after billions of years of evolution, our pathetic existence is NOT all that genetics and evolution could come up with. For crying out loud.
Friday, September 09, 2005
hmm...
From NYTimes.com: In New Orleans, a Legal System Is in Shambles
by Peter Applebome and Jonathan D. Glater
From NYTimes.com: In New Orleans, a Legal System Is in Shambles
by Peter Applebome and Jonathan D. Glater
BATON ROUGE, La., Sept. 8 - At Rapides Parish Detention Center 3 in Alexandria, which normally holds convicted felons, there are now 200 new inmates who arrived hot, hungry and exhausted on buses this week after being evacuated from flooded jails in New Orleans.
They have no paperwork indicating whether they are charged with having too much to drink or attempted murder. There is no judge to hear their cases, no courthouse designated to hear them in and no lawyer to represent them. If lawyers can be found, there is no mechanism for paying them. The prisoners have had no contact with their families for days and do not know whether they are alive or dead, if their homes do or do not exist.
Along with the destruction of homes, neighborhoods and lives, Hurricane Katrina decimated the legal system of the New Orleans region.
More than a third of the state's lawyers have lost their offices, some for good. Most computer records will be saved. Many other records will be lost forever. Some local courthouses have been flooded, imperiling a vast universe of files, records and documents. Court proceedings from divorces to murder trials, to corporate litigation, to custody cases will be indefinitely halted and when proceedings resume lawyers will face prodigious - if not insurmountable - obstacles in finding witnesses and principals and in recovering evidence.
It is an implosion of the legal network not seen since disasters like the Chicago fire of 1871 or the San Francisco earthquake of 1906, events in times so much simpler as to be useless in making much sense of this one.
"There aren't too many catastrophes that have just wiped out entire cities," said Robert Gordon, a professor at Yale Law School who teaches legal history.
The effects on individual lawyers vary, from large firms that have already been able to find space, contact clients and resume working on cases, to individual lawyers who fear they may never be able to put their practices back together. But the storm has left even prominent lawyers wondering whether they will have anything to go back to.
i'm a bad person
I often read about historical atrocities -- e.g. slavery, women's voting rights, etc. -- and think, man, if I were living in that time, I would sooo be fighting the good fight for [insert cause here]. But, really, would I? There is so much crap going on in the world -- outright genocide, war, inequality, poverty, etc. -- I don't really do anything about. I set on my arse, read about it in the Times and pat myself on the back for reading the paper, and then just sit on my arse and continue along in my self-involved way. I would have been even worse back then because I wouldn't have had the internet to help me stay informed.
I am a bad person.
I am also a bad person because I am 2/3 of the way to fully selling out. I did 8 interviews today, from 9:20 to 5:20. I got blisters on my feet from my shoes. I took the T home with a bunch of other lame commuters. And I'm well on my way to corporate law. Hrmph.
I often read about historical atrocities -- e.g. slavery, women's voting rights, etc. -- and think, man, if I were living in that time, I would sooo be fighting the good fight for [insert cause here]. But, really, would I? There is so much crap going on in the world -- outright genocide, war, inequality, poverty, etc. -- I don't really do anything about. I set on my arse, read about it in the Times and pat myself on the back for reading the paper, and then just sit on my arse and continue along in my self-involved way. I would have been even worse back then because I wouldn't have had the internet to help me stay informed.
I am a bad person.
I am also a bad person because I am 2/3 of the way to fully selling out. I did 8 interviews today, from 9:20 to 5:20. I got blisters on my feet from my shoes. I took the T home with a bunch of other lame commuters. And I'm well on my way to corporate law. Hrmph.
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