All Things Profane and Sacred

I took the dog out to pee on the rich folks houses today. We usually go for a run, but on days when I'm early to work, we head up the hill to where the big bucks swim and do a little lawn watering.

So here I am filling my head full of con law before tommorrow's kamikazi final and I realized there is a shit load of constitutional law. I mean, normally in any area of law there is a shit load of things to remember, but in con law there is seriously just LOADS of stuff. I mean shit.

It's funny how law school squeezes your life like tuna sandwiches in GI Joe's kung-fu grip. You don't notice how more and more of your time is taken up by running here, writing there, and reading reading reading the never ending case books. You get to a point where the boundaries of your life have restricted so far that you and your classes are all that's going on. You don't notice this until you're in the middle of a maelstrom and you realize you have no idea what is going on in your family, your country or the world at large. You do know however that Marbury v Madison could have used some heavy editing from a pissed off legal writing prof.

Well well well. Here I am settled into my own cozy little blog. Nothing like a fresh blank page to rev up the creative juices. Yes. Page so blank. Juices dripping. Hmmm.

Well, I spose I should get all autobiographical here and talk about my feelings and shit, but that just seems so . . .traditional. But what the hell I guess.

I was a Wisconsonite for many years, but now I'm over Oregon way. The culture in Oregon seems extremely weird to me-either that or everyone I interact with here is "special." One example: When I'm buying booze, and they want my ID, 85% of the clerks will say, "Wiscaaaaaansin, eh?" in a high shrikey voice.

Wisconsin Fun Fact!: Wisconsin is spelled with an ON in the middle. Like the opposite of off. Stop fucking shrieking at us!

Oregonians in general seem to have difficulties with spelling and pronounciation. For example, Couch Street is pronounced "Cooooch" as in "my cooch became infected after unprotected sex." For all this they are awfully sensitive to the way others pronounce Oregon. They are adamant that only "Ory-gun" will do. All other pronounciations are the raving of outsiders to the delicately tuned Oregonian ear. They will laugh and point and rant and rave until you buckle and say Ory-gun. It's just easier that way.

Again, I don't turn the lights "un." I turn them "on." I have stopped pointing this out, as it is easier when in Oregon to do as the Oregonians do.