Patterns

The purpose of today’s post is two fold:
1. To avoid reading criminal law.
2. To maintain a regular habit of positing.

That’s it. Haven’t got too much too say right now. Went for a fantastic run this morning. It was rather gray out, but the air was cool and owls were still making their sound that they make. It reminded me of camping and waking up in the morning. I also saw two squirrels wrestling. And they were jumping and flipping around in a ball together. I know it sounds unbelievable. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen such a thing. I was wishing I had my camera so that you would believe me.

I am noticing patterns today. Patterns in my life and patterns in the architecture around me. That’s one thing that is nice about the more time that you spend in the world. You can find yourself in situations and say, ah yes, I have been faced with this before. Let me go back and see how I previously worked this out and see if there’s anything I might learn. Unfortunately, that thought process usually occurs too late, if at all. Or worse, when you do realize the pattern, you realize that you navigated the situation way better the first time around and that you have botched it this time and then you wonder if that is an indication of your general regression. This is the situation I currently find myself in. I would go into it and give you some context, but I am pretty sure the conclusion will be: Yep. You botched it. And, yes, honey, you are regressing.

Regarding patterns in architecture, there is a square pattern in the iron railing leading up to the room with big windows in which I currently find myself. And the pattern also occurs in the windows. At first it seemed like the kind of nice subtle pattern that you can pat yourself on the back for recognizing, but now I look around more and I realize everything is squares and it’s obnoxious. Even the air vents seem to have been specially made to be square-shape. Now it’s upsetting, which means that it’s time for me to move on to something else, which regrettably has to be reading criminal law.

Meeting of the Board of Directors

Please join us for the first ever Strategic Planning Session of the Board of Directors for the life of Melba Toast to be held at the Radisson Hotel at San Sebastian.* You will join other members of the Board including such notable figures as Melba Toast’s dead father, her female predecessors who she never got to know, past roommates and playmates, childhood teachers and college professors, early loves, writers who she admires (Kurt Vonnegut, Charlotte Bronte, Betty Smith, and George Saunders), her mother and six select siblings, and any of her preferred contemporaries who may be on break from their own existential crises. Together, we will address the vexing issues facing our sole constituent at this time, including, but not limited to:

• Was law school a colossal mistake?
• Can she salvage things with God? Should she?
• Should she just give in to the one who loves her and go with him?
• Is she getting enough calcium?

Your attendance is crucial as we attempt to set the path for the next five pivotal years until we meet in Bora Bora* in 2013.

*Contingent upon funding. Locations may be changed to the Conference Center at Mahoney State Park, located on the scenic Platte River halfway between Lincoln and Omaha in Nebraska.

Caprice

After a morning of work I sat down to a bowl of soup and settled into a magazine article. Then a fly broke the silence and continued to so. I hated it. Then it went to the light. The buzzing became louder and then desperate. It will fry itself to silence. I need only wait it out, I thought. Then I realized my cruelty and knew that with the simple switch of the light, I could save a life. Never was it more easy to bestow mercy on another living creature. I did so and then the buzzing resumed, but I did not hate it as I did before since this time I was the Savior.

That evening, I was sitting in bed with my laptop when a fly landed on the screen. Whether it was the same one from the morning, I cannot say. It was big and slow and surprisingly sedentary. I quashed it with a Kleenex and felt very triumphant. Curious.

First Blog

I am starting a blog today. My friend Cat suggested it, so she better read it religiously. My brother Scott is always telling me to write, so this is also for him. I am hesitant to become a blogger because the only blogs that I know of are written by professors who are already overly comfortable with the idea that people should care about what they have to say or by people who are traveling through China or volunteering in Africa. I live in Lincoln, NE, and I go to law school. I myself am bored to death by it all, but I invite you to join me and check back often for updates. I cannot yet tell you what to expect because I myself do not know.