Running without any shoes

When I’m in class or attending a school sponsored seminar or the like, I take notes. I take them for me and invariably I often am a scrivener for those that couldn’t make it. My ability to pretty much type as fast as most people talk lends myself to such a position. It is not uncommon for me to broadcast my notes to my evening classmates who are often victims of a far less flexible schedule. What is curious to me the is their response: gratitude and a good bit of surprise that I would want to share and not keep a leg up on my classmates.

Is this normal for law school? For most competitive arenas? I certainly hope not. I once explained it to a fellow techie-now law student that “not sharing my notes and getting ahead is like being happy I won a desert marathon because everyone else didn’t have any shoes”. That’s no way to get ahead. For one thing, it’s the cowards way up. The law center at Univ. of Houston doesn’t seem to foster that contemptuous competition that I have heard of (albeit anecdotally) in some ‘name-brand’ law schools.

It’s interesting to consider that as far as Federal Procedure is concerned, the judiciary espouses the ’sunshine notion’ of law through discovery and depositions. I have never dealt with Criminal Procedure and Texas Procedure but I’m tempted to believe they are similar (at least prosecutorial disclosure in the criminal arena). This certainly allows for a civil and criminal case to be far more than a game of legal Battleship. I am sure, however, that I have far more glorified notions of the law than what it is in practice. I guess I’ll keep dreaming while I’m in law school and just hope when I wake up to reality and a law practice that the truth isn’t a nightmare.

Legal First Aid

I cannot begin to tell you (well I guess I am now) about how much fantastic information Mark Bennett  puts up on his blog about the art and science of criminal defense. Even if you aren’t interested in the practice or curious world of criminal defense he has just posted a trifecta of criminal law triage that you have absolutely no business not committing to memory and sharing with anyone you know.

Legal First Aid - DWI (Driving While Intoxicated) Edition

Legal First Aid - Search Warrant Edition

Legal First Aid - Arrest Edition

In a world where information is power, knowing just a few things (like your rights!) might go a long way to not being in a 8 x 10 cell (if you’re lucky) and having a gorilla named Bubba be your ‘husband’.

I know many of you are thinking, “Oh I’ll never need this” but you will be surprised how many honest people, who have done nothing wrong, can become collateral damage in a prosecutorial agenda.

I think I just might have the minerals….

In the movie, Snatch ( one of my all time-favourites) the following conversation transpires:

Tommy: I’m the one who’s got the gun, son. It’s you who I think ought to calm down.
[Errol takes a step forward. Tommy cocks the gun and sticks it right in his face]
Tommy: Go ahead. You want to see if I’ve got the minerals?
[Brick-Top's men don't move as Tommy backs out of the slot parlor, then runs after Turkish]

Now it doesn’t take much to discern what exactly Tommy is referring to when he uses the term ‘minerals’ but dear reader, there is a purpose to all of this.

It’s running close to Midnight on a Saturday night and I’m double timing through an affair with a Law Review write-on paper while my lover - Law School and my wife - The job, continuously and contemporaneously battle for my time and affection. I have never worked so hard in my life. Never. Never been pulled in three directions, slept as little, yet I feel no pain. I’m comfortably numb. In fact I’m riding on a slight wave of euphoria and caffeine-induced legal literary coruscation. If I get absolutely nothing out of this write-on process (which I hope shan’t happen), I can unequivocally say this:

” You know what Life? I know now like I knew then I’ve got the minerals! How do you like them gems?”

This is ladies night and feelings right……

So some guy in NY is pursuing a class action against Manhattan nightclubs for unlawful gender discrimination by hosting a “ladies night”. While this isn’t a case I would normally be pursuing there is something to be said for for whether ‘ladies night’ constitutes gender discrimination. Working on a paper on workplace gender discrimination has opened my eyes to the so-called world of gender neutrality. Much of this I think is cultural, from places that won’t let women in to some clubs in some parts of the world where you can’t get in unless you have a date. That’s right they won’t let single men or women in. The fun part about that is that it makes strange bedfellows (no pun intended) of the single men and women that want to get in: If you’re flying solo or are with a bunch of friends and the numbers aren’t even you go trawling the line to see if anyone’s got a spare member of the opposite sex to even out the group. Funny things we nightclub patrons do to go to someplace where they overcharge us for drinks, nuke us with cigarette smoke (well they used to anyway) and tear out our eardrums with excessively loud music.

Oh how I long for those days again!!!

More on the gender discrimination at the NYC nightclubs at http://www.law.com/jsp/article.jsp?id=1184144791036&rss=newswire

So you need a lawyer?

Ever since I got into law school and particularly since I started wearing my UH Law Center t-shirts and hoodies, I’ve had quite a few people -total strangers even- ask me for legal advice. Little do they know that they have a better shot at getting our President (happy birthday Georgie, by the way) to pronounce  ’nuclear’ correctly than they have at me being able to save them from incarceration/financial ruin or any other such dastardly result.

Who can help however is the Houston Volunteer Lawyers Program. You’ve heard of volunteer firefighters well here come the volunteer lawyers. We just don’t have the beefcake calendar. Probably for very good reason: There’s nothing like law school to thin out your hair, make you have a huge beer and french fry fueled belly and have sloppy and unkempt facial hair - and that’s just the female law students!

I quite fancy being able to help out with the HVLP when I get my street cred and state licensure but if I end up doing anti-trust, which indigent multinational in Harris County would I serve? I guess it would go the way of my attempts at helping out the Houston Food Bank when I told them that instead of having me lift boxes they should probably just let me do their taxes - everyone would be better off that way.

So if you find yourself out of reach of other sources of legal help and have nowhere else to go give HVLP a call ( 713.228.0732 )

And don’t forget to say ‘thank you’ because free legal service cost someone money. Most likely one of my future colleagues that could have been using it to wine and dine future summer associates such as myself. After all as Abe Lincoln said, ” A lawyer’s time and advice are his stock in trade.”

If it makes you happy…

One of my favourite bloggers is in fine form these days and I welcome the rekindling of her relationship with her literary muse. To read more check out Ana at www.rubyredslipper.blogspot.com

The line that resounded with me the most was:

“I came to law school because I wanted to make more money. Instead I learned that it’s not money that makes me happy. And it only cost me thousands upon thousands of dollars to find that out.”

Prose n’est-ce pas?

Moi aussi, Ana. Je ne regrette rien.

(Repos dans la paix, Mme. Edith Piaf)

Happy Birthday America!

I woke up this morning as usual with NPR blaring on my clock radio. The news this morning was interspersed with patriotic tunes and eventually a rather rousing rendition of the Star Spangled Banner. I figured then was as good a time as any to finally get out of bed and as I stood and listened I realised I knew all the words to the anthem. Now you may not think this is terribly remarkable but you must understand that this immigrant brown boy has been under many a flag, has now learnt to sing three different national anthems in three very distinct languages and still not think twice about where home is. It’s right here.

I repeat this line often and I’ll say it again today: “America isn’t the promised land but it’s the best darn Babylon out there”.

So all of you who have never left its shores to see how remarkably lucky you are to be in a land that’s about as close to free as one could possibly get, you need to take a trip and perhaps finally understand what Neil Diamond was singing about when he said “They Come to America”.

So with that I will leave you with one thought: They call this great land, this wonderful country, my home - ’The Land of the Free’. All I ask is what have you done to keep it that way?

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Three more things you can do when you’re surfing the web

The Houston Clear Thinker himself, Tom Kirkendall recently linked to my blog off his blog without me having to ask or as more likely in my case, pay him copious amounts of money on a periodic basis. I actually read his blog quite frequently myself and it’s a wonder I haven’t linked to it before. I have decided that today I shall remedy the situation and consequently you shall see a brand spanking new link to Houston Clear Thinkers on the blog roll to the right. Tom talks about everything, kinda like me though he is far less Joycian stream of consciousness than this blog overwhelmingly tends to be. Which is probably why more people read his blog then mine.

In addition to Houston Clear Thinkers, an old friend Anora W. sent me two brilliant links to sink my virtual teeth into:

1. www.TED.com

2. www.WeFeelFine.org

www.TED.com or Technology, Entertainment & Design is an alarmingly fantastic nexus of genius. That’s all I can say to describe it. Check it out for yourself.

www.WeFeelFine.org is a remarkable thought experiment about collecting data on what people feel via their blogs and manifesting that data in a visually appealling and interactive form. I suggest taking a gander at the creator’s page and see some of the other brilliant bits of work they’ve come up with.

The chappies at www.WeFeelFine.org understand that words are simply constructs of thought and the way you arrange words and manipulate them have a profound effect on their reception. This reminded me of a day long ago when I read about the telepaths in Alfred Bester’s The Demolished Man. I’ve had the tune stuck in my head for 15 years:

Four, sir; three, sir;
Two, sir; one!
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tension, apprehension,
And dissension have begun.

        - From The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester