The Washington Post carried an editorial confirming my firm impression that Kerry decisively won the first debate this past week. Newsweek also published poll results showing that Kerry has pulled ahead of Bush in the overall race.
Bush may have slipped into a risky rhetorical stance by attacking Kerry as a flip-flopper, etc. As pointed out in the Post editorial, if the electorate decides the situation on the ground in Iraq is worsening, Bush has left no room for changing directions.
Its one thing to be resolute (and that would be giving the current administration the benefit of the doubt). Its something entirely different to ignore evidence.
A friend of mine loaned me Barrel Fever, and, after a slow start, I was entertained. Naked and Me Talk Pretty One Day followed and got me past entertaining and into edifying.
The writing reminds me of another close friend who suffered a brain aneurysm on the threshhold of law school graduation and a federal clerkship. Her personality "changed" and friends exhausted themselves speculating about "cognitive deficits" and her loss of inhibitions.
Over a period of years, she did not simply resume her previous type A life and transform the experience into yet another glittering and inimitable asset for her resume. Instead she lost all interest in practicing law, dieting and social justice movements.
She rediscovered an interest in writing, eating, sex and Rolling Stone magazine. Her writing reminds me a little of the fantasy chapters in Me Talk Pretty One Day but otherwise its hard to describe except that it yields no evidence whatsoever of brain injury.
If you were told that the author holds degrees in economics, philosophy and law, you would not be surprised. Yet her boyfriend and fiance never adjusted to the "new" personality. He waited a decent interval and sold their house out from under her and married someone else.
Knowing both of them, I'd always thought the boyfriend would have preferred the "new" version of his girlfriend. Who knows what went on in his head? She was devastated though and moved home with her mother where she remains today.
My brother is helping me learn how to do a command line application to produce legal documents. The final product is intended to run with a minimalist Linux distro on a floppy. Lawyers and advocates can use it to produce legal documents in remote rural offices with old computers.
Today I recopied his C code into a text editor on my Linux partition. When it was done, I emailed it to him for further instructions. Next I need to compile it and (I'm expecting) debug, debug, debug.
One thing I've done is insist on using Linux or Linux compatible applications for every phase of the project. So before I started copying out the code, I had to figure out how to switch the loopback settings on my Linux partition to settings that let me email over my satellite modem. That took awhile.
When using Linux, I still rely heavily on the GUI. The command line is not familiar enough to me yet. During my normal work day I use a wysiwyg word processor (Openoffice), keep Mozilla open and play mp3's.
I'm going to need to transplant all of these activities to the command line before I can work easily over a period of hours as I do in XP.
Today my Slackware 9.1 partition is operational --- finally! This time three years ago, I had no idea what a partition was let alone Slackware. Slack was dispensed only by Bob Dobbs.
Its a banner day for this tech newbie.
The next step is to add Linux at my office. I already use Mozilla and Openoffice. Time to learn how to give WinXP second chair.
-- This Way Comes.
As a small town divorce lawyer, I occasionally hear other lawyers speculate about where they went wrong on their career path. Sometimes, on a particularly stressful day, this takes the form of joking about wanting to run a plant nursery. Other times, too often, I read in the obituaries about an attorney who unexpectedly took his own life.
Many jobs are stressful. Life can be stressful. I don't know that attorneys get more stress than others. I'm not sure it matters except that some non-lawyers claim that lawyers originate rather than ameliorate conflicts. Accordingly its no surprise that lawyers reap a harvest of stress, and, by the way, who cares? It may be my imagination, but I think divorce lawyers even hear this claim from other attorneys.
I became an attorney almost accidentally.
My other jobs have been anonymous, low-level customer service jobs with considerably less responsibility. Do I miss those jobs? Do I sometimes wish that I could go back to being a video clerk? Yes. Were those jobs less "stressful" than my current work? Hmmm. Not really.
I am certainly concerned that current culture of the profession of law --- even in small town Montana --- too often degrades the socratic method to a Superbowl Sunday sort of spectacle. But the sort of unpleasantness that is of greater concern is not so much the technical rule, the posturing opposing counsel or the willful ignorance of the impact of intimate partner violence on kids.
The greater concern is that once something "unpleasant" appears on my horizon, regardless of my employment status, more and more often I notice an accompanying feeling of too familiar inevitability --- like the arrival of Christmas muzak, but more insidious.
In those moments I feel identified by convention of belief that a terrible day of reckoning must arrive --- and that it will be preceeded by a large number of small, moderately less terrible days of reckoning.
Its a convention that changes history and politics into a force as immune from human influence as a hurricane or an earthquake.
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"Experience has proved that some people indeed know everything." -- Russell Baker