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29 April 2008 @ 12:28 pm
I've had a more philosophical post rambling around in my head about representation. I'll get there eventually. Today, I am bragging.

I passed the Nevada Bar and on Monday, I'll be sworn in as an honest to goodness lawyer.*

Next time you're in Las Vegas and you get into trouble, you'll know who to call.

* Being a real lawyer is demonstrated by the ability to effectively use fine print. I'm using this fine print to mention that yes, I passed the California Bar in July, but I haven't finished the paperwork to be sworn in so I can't practice law there yet. Soon, my friends, with my economic incentive package, I will pay to be licensed in CA.
06 February 2008 @ 08:39 am
I've been thinking lately about clothes.

I'm no captain of fashion, but in the last few years I've started to try a little harder, mostly because it changes the way I'm perceived at work. I work for the State Supreme Court, and what that really means is that I never see anyone other than the other three people in my chambers and I sit in my windowless office all day. There are no clients. I rarely sit in the actual courtroom and observe oral argument. Yet my work dress code is "business."

It used to be that "business" meant formal suit every day and business casual meant slacks/skirt and a sweater. But now it seems that "business formal" means suit every day, "business" means slack/skirt and sweaters, and "business casual" means pressed khakis and golf shirts/sweaters. Then on "casual fridays" jeans and golf shirts/sweaters. Has anyone else noticed this phenomenon?

I pose this question because my judge does not believe casual fridays should allow jeans (and has been known to comment, "People aren't even wearing nice jeans"). He does, however, believe in casual fridays. So my normal weekly attire is nice pants/skirt, sweater/shirt, to which I could add a suit jacket in case of emergency. The conundrum is: what can I wear on Fridays? I don't have any desire to invest in that many outfits centered on khakis (yuck!). I've pretty much given up and just treated Fridays like any other week day (unless the judge isn't in, then we all wear jeans, shhh!).

What's your work dress code, what do you do to feel good about yourself and the clothes you're wearing, when do you find time to shop, how do you find things that neither your mother nor Jessica Simpson would wear (I don't have a male analogy here, sorry)? Does dressing up for work help you take work seriously (from the woman posting to LJ from work) or are you more productive when you can wear jeans and a t-shirt?
19 October 2007 @ 12:43 pm
I've visited places with mountains but I've never lived in the mountains before. Now I live at over 4400 feet next to the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Every day as I walk out of my front door, I have a perfect view of the sunrise hitting the mountains. The last few days as storms gather on the California side of the mountain range, the clouds have seemed to stick to the tops of the mountains. The sky will be clear and beautiful and you look over to the mountains which look like they've been frosted with a whipped cream frosting. No hard peaks, just patches of rock, tree and snow that you can glimpse through the soft edges of enormous clouds.

Now the storm is starting to blow the clouds over the mountain tops and this weekend we will have snow (again). When the storm clouds blow over they have lost some of their power so last night driving home from work I could look up through an ominous grey storm cloud that had been pulled apart by the mountains and I could see the sun hitting the tops of the clouds in the bright blue sky above the storm. The way you see it when your airplane breaks through the cloud cover on a stormy day.

I wasn't sure I'd like it here. I was worried that there weren't any good museums or theaters close by, that it's cowboy country, and that the only good restaurants are in 1970's-style casinos. But the mountains, well, the mountains make all the difference.
04 October 2007 @ 07:19 pm
I am officially a very successful law geek.

Today, I got a job clerking for the ninth circuit court of appeals.

This is a gold star of the (next to) highest order.

You will have never heard of my judge, because, although he was chief for a while, he has been on the bench since before I was born. He's a Carter appointee. Yup. He doesn't strike me as much of a wave-maker, but I don't know him well yet.

Of course, that job doesn't start 'til next August so now, I must get back to work.
16 July 2007 @ 01:58 pm
I have a house.

(Well, I don't really have it so much as I have a written agreement that allows me to live there for a year)

Okay so it's a lease, but I haven't lived in a house (without at least six roomates) in over ten years, so it feels like a very big deal.

Most importantly, it has a guest room and is only 20 minutes away from snow, about 40 minutes from the lake, and right around the corner from casinos. I hear it makes an excellent jumping off point for this too.

So you* are all now invited to come stay in my guest room if you can withstand dog hair, cat hair, some more than likely dust, and inevitable law talk.

* Small Print - Note that I have not made this post friends only; I do not mean you if you are a total stranger from the internet. However, I do mean you even if the last time I saw you was the last time I lived in a house.
27 June 2007 @ 02:24 pm
Anyone bored and want to give an opinion on some cover letter text?

Cover letters are the bane of my existence.Collapse )

Catching grammatical errors, cliched language, or arrogance (a family trait no doubt) appreciated.
19 June 2007 @ 01:21 pm
You may or may not be aware of lolcats. You may or may not be aware of Google's new Street View product.

But this was entirely too funny...

12 May 2007 @ 10:21 pm
I graduated from law school today.


Three years. It's been a long time, and a lot has happened in three years. But today, an auditorium full of people clapped for me and I wore a stupid doily for being smart.

Most importantly, my family told me just how proud they are. I'm so glad they were all here. I'm so proud of all my friends. I'm so... I think I'm like this at every graduation, oh well.

I've had an exceptional experience. Next year, I go to work for the highest court of Nevada. Until then, I need only take the bar (hopefully resulting in a pass).

And then...
16 April 2007 @ 12:25 pm
I haven't had a lot of time this year to cook. My schedule's just been more hectic than in the past and cooking fell down the list of priorities.

This weekend I got to cook. I had these meyer lemons from a neighbor and they were turning a corner so I had to use them. I just ate two lemon bars. Even though the shortbread stuck to the pan and the edges and top of the lemon part are a little chewy (they either whipped too much or cooked too long), they were good. I'd forgotten how wonderful it makes me feel to eat something I cooked; to taste it and know how to make it better next time.

I also made dinner, lunch and grocery shopped for the rest of the week so I can cook. Maybe that has something to do with the up feeling, too.

Of course, it could also be that I stop working this week, then (after I write two papers) I take off for ten days sea-kayaking in Mexico. When I get back, I have a couple days to clean my house and then my family shows up to celebrate with me the fact that I'm graduating from law school. Nah... That can't be it.
01 March 2007 @ 10:41 am
I am writing today from the frozen wilds of Minnesota.

Yes, Minneapolis/St. Paul Minnesota where a blizzard is moving through.

I am here arguing about the use of race in high school assignment plans in Seattle. Both for and against, because it's for competition. My partner and I just won the first round. Woo hoo!

We argue again in a couple hours, then at least once more tomorrow or more if we advance.

But they're expecting over a foot of snow today. My latent New England sensibility keeps looking out the window and thinking, roads are clear, they're sanding and salting - no problem. My California self is astonished at the size of the snow flakes, and cringes when I walk outside in the cold.