Getting out of Dodge

Well, not so much Dodge as Minneapolis but the point is the same. As I write this, I am in Chi-town visiting my friend Jamie. I'd been meaning to get out of Minneapolis in a "get away from it all" for a while sense and I've been wanting to pull a big road trip for a few weeks. So, when I discovered that I had an old friend 6 hours drive away, I found a brilliant means of satiating my desires. As it stands, I haven't been doing altogether too much her but relaxing with a change of scenery and people is really nice. Of course, I'm not terribly looking forward to the amount of work that I'll have to do tomorrow night but it's worth it so, so be it.

I am 28 United States Code Section 1332!

YOU ARE 28 UNITED STATES CODE SECTION 1332!

You are not a Federal Rule of Civil Procedure at all: you're the statute that allows the federal district courts to hear diversity of citizenship actions! You were drafted with the idea that an out-of-state party may be unduly prejudiced by appearing in a foreign state. Sometimes people may think that you're strange, and they try to minimalize your effects by requiring an amount in controversy and by being especially strict on the requirements for diversity. Also, attorneys often use you for "forum shopping" and other undesirable behavior. But there's no getting around the fact that you're so darned loveable! Your delightful quirkiness entertains friends and law professors alike, and although others may grumble about your eccentricities behind your back, they're always talking about you, so you must be doing something right. Let's face it, the world could use a few more 28 USC 1332's!

Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure are you?

Yet Another All Nighter

As the clock ticks over to 6am, it occurs to me that I'm pulling more all-nighters here in law school than I ever did at MIT. I used to pull all-nighters every once in a while at MIT, sometimes out of necessity and sometimes just for the heck of it. All told, I probably averaged one or two all-nighters for every few months during my undergrad career. So far in law school, I'm probably averaging one or two per couple weeks. To compensate my lack of sleeping, I've taken up a fairly regular napping regimen; Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, from the end of Contracts (10am) until lunch, I usually take a nap in one of the chairs of the law school sub-plaza. It's probably not a good system but it works well enough and I've only got about a month left.

Contracts are Everywhere

Today, I negotiated a new contract as a means of settling a dispute over the breach of an implied term in another contract. The entire event was decidedly uninteresting until it occurred to me to put the matter in a contractual light. So, here's what happened (with analysis):

On account of the temperature being below freezing and my now having a parking permit for the garage across from the law school, I decided to drive to class today. Running late and having decided to drive to class, I forewent breakfast at home and decided to take advantage of the McDonald's drive-through three blocks from where I live. Pulling into the drive-through, I spoke to the ordering box and requested a Number 4 with a medium orange juice (I entered into a contract with the McDonald's to exchange $3.85 for a Sausage Biscuit with Egg, a Hash Brown and a Medium Orange Juice). Pulling up to the window, I handed the attendant $4.00, received $0.15 in change and proceeded to wait for my food (I fulfilled my contractual duties). After a few minutes had passed, my food had not yet arrived (McDonald's breached an implicit term of the contract, specifically the implicit duty to provide my food in an expedient manner, as would be expected by both parties to the contract). At this point, the drive-through attendant offered me two apple pies if I would pull to the side and wait a minute or so for my food (McDonald's put forth an offer to contract with me to release them of the obligations imposed by the breach of the implicit expedience term in exchange for their providing me with two apple pies). I accepted the offer of apple pies and pulled over to wait (I accepted the terms of the newly offered contract, waiving McDonald's responsibilities imposed by the breach of the first contract). I was finally provided with my food and two apple pies (McDonald's fulfilled their contractual duties under the combined terms of the two contracts).

You might not notice it, but there are contracts all over the place, all the time.

Yesterday, the Internet called

Last night, I received a random telephone call from a number that I did not recognize and, as is my style, I answered it. My, "Hello" was met with an, "Is this George Waksman?" to which I responded in the affirmative, a response that met with much revelry from the other end of the line. The call eventually turned out to be from some guy who come across my research into Tootsie Roll Pops and taken advantage of the fact that I keep my cell phone number on my homepage. This man was calling because he wanted to know both if I was serious and if I had really eaten all those Tootsie Roll Pops. Not being a lying sort of person, I of course informed the gentleman that I was only kind of serious but that I had in fact eaten all of those Tootsie Roll Pops. The man on the telephone seemed overjoyed by the information that I had just provided him, thanked me and took his leave of the telephone conversation.

Funny how I miss a long empty thing

I was walking back from grabbing a bite to eat and a caffeinated beverage and the return trip had me passing down a hallway when I was suddenly struck by how very short the hallway was. Well, long story short, I found myself missing MIT's Infinite Corridor. When I'm next in Massachusetts, I'll have to make a point of walking down that hallway.

All Saints be praised, I'm going blind

Joy of wonderous joys, my vision has decided to pack its bags and take off for an indefinite vacation. It turns out that I have inherited my mother's astigmatism as well as having suffered general temporally based degradation of my eyes. Sadly, the days when my left eye was 20/8 and my right eye was 20/12 are gone to be replaced with astigmatism and 20/30 in my left eye and 20/60 in my right eye. On the positive side, I guess, my left eye is still sufficient to have passed a Minnesota driving test and the fantastic blueness of my eyes hasn't gone anywhere at all. Hopefully glasses will make me look sophisticated, sexy or something else decribed with a positive adjective.

P.S. Getting old and falling apart sucks.

P.P.S. Isn't 23 too early to start feeling old?

Borderline Assault Roller Derby

I went to another roller derby last night and it was even better than the first one. Last nights derby saw our Minnesota Rollergirls facing off against the Dairyland Dolls of Madison, Wisconsin. For a number of reasons, this matchup was substantially more interesting than last times; specifically, the Dairyland Dolls are a team on par with ours, wheras the previous encounter was strongly in our favor and Minnesota has a bit of a rivalry with Wisconsin, a rivalry which I have started buying into in my time here. I am also developing a more refined appreciation for the joy that is roller derby. I freely admit that the reason I went to the first derby was because the idea of chicks on rollerskates running into each other seemed kind of hot and pretty awesome but this time around, I actually understand the rules. While there was still an element of liking that there were a bunch of scantily clad women roller skating in a full contact manner, I found myself taking a great deal of interest in matters of defensive and offensive strategy. I will go so far as to say that last nights match showed me that Minnesota has a fantastic offense with some really spot on jammers but our defense leaves a bit to be desired. Wisconsin, on the other hand, had an absolutely fantastic defense--near impenetrable at times--but their offense is only so-so. Sadly, our strong offense was not enough to take the bout and Wisconsin beat us 60-something to 40-something (I can't remember exactly). Everything else included, I maintain that roller derby is the best spectator sport ever and that you should all check it out.

Not Yo Momma's Climate

I guess, in a sense though, this is my momma's climate but that's not really the point. Today, October 11th, marks the first time that we've received snow here in Minneapolis. As I sit here waiting for the feeling to return to my ears, I wanted to let all of you out there in warmer climes know what you're missing.