- I look forward to this weekend. For months now, I have been heated, poured into different molds, reconstituted, cooled for a time, and then heated and poured out again. I gotta find myself again. Trees and hiking and shit have always helped me do that. Here's to you, nature.
- Each time I walk into a courthouse I am immediately smacked with two impressions:
- (1) How important this stuff is. I walk into a courthouse and see the woman who is about to be evicted from her apartment, and I know that lawyers like me will decide where she sleeps tomorrow.
- (2) How self-absorbed lawyers are. We are suit and tie society. We flash our secure ID passes as we enter, avoiding eye-contact with non-lawyers. But we can tell they notice us, and we relish in that.
- The court rooms are dingy, and even the ones with polished mahogany desks have gum stuck underneath. Cases are decided flippantly, clerks play favorites, and judges who have eaten breakfast are kinder to plaintiffs than those who have not. I have taken a look inside the sausage factory, and it is not pretty.
---------------------------------------------------Interlude-------------------------------------------------
- These observations are really just pour-overs from observations about us people in general. You are forever so self-absorbed that you have no idea what you've done to someone, and your fading memory lies to you. And the most tragic thing of all is when the good memories flicker and burn out with no one to think of them anymore, though they are the reason we are where we are now.
- The unnoticed thing about endings is how they precede beginnings.
- What if life throws you lemons and you have no pitcher to pour the lemonade into? Or what if instead of throwing you lemons, life just throws you lemonade? Everyone loves lemonade until it gets poured on them.
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