Archive for April, 2005

California Love

Saturday, April 30th, 2005

When I applied to Stanford, their admissions office assured me that they make every effort to get decisions to applicants by the end of April. Sure enough, I received a waitlist letter in the mail today.

Apparently my withdrawal didn’t get to California in time. Now I have to waste another stamp to let them know I didn’t want to be on their waitlist in the first place.

I could have bought a jawbreaker with that 37 cents. Or some Runts. Or one of those sticky hand things.

I like Runts.

Freakin’ Sweet

Saturday, April 30th, 2005

Reminder: there’ll be a new Family Guy at 9:00 tomorrow on FOX!

Almost Forgot

Friday, April 29th, 2005

Not only am I going to law school; I also have a place to live when I get there! I got my housing assignment in the mail a few days ago. Guess I can throw out the refrigerator box now.

Next year, I will be living in the Gropius dorms, which I applied for based on the advice I got during the admitted students weekend. They’re a little small and they don’t look like much, but they’re cheap and I think they’ll make it easier to get to know people. It’ll certainly be a change from the apartment I had been renting in Cleveland for the last couple years of school. I’ll miss the private kitchen and bathroom, but really, during 1L year, how much time will I have for personal hygiene? And food? Psh. I plan to spend the summer fattening myself up in preparation for first semester. Living off my stores of fat, I won’t have to waste valuable study time by eating. I’ll put the time I save to good use re-reading class material, perfecting my outlines, and disguising myself as a sexy cable repairman to steal copies of exams and plant bugs in professors’ offices.

I’m Going to Law School!

Thursday, April 28th, 2005

I got the e-mail earlier today: Harvard got my tuition deposit.

I’m going to law school! Yes!

Game Over

Thursday, April 28th, 2005

Why Law wins! I’m an INTJ, which means that I was more introverted than extroverted, more intuitive than sensing, more thinking than feeling, and more judging than perceiving. This type is apparently called “The Scientist” or “The Mastermind” (it’s not “Sex Machine”, but I’ll take it).

I won’t bore you with the details of the INTJ personality type (and here), which basically said I like to think and I’m a perfectionist. It seemed about right to both my girlfriend and me.

Anyways, thanks for playing, everyone. It distracted me from worrying about my tuition deposit.

You Don’t Know Me!

Tuesday, April 26th, 2005

A stunning kinda interesting example of real life and blog life coming together:

A few days ago, in preparation for a meeting at the career center, my girlfriend took the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) test. Around the same time, I come across some links in the second Blawg Review THIRD Blawg Review (how’d I miss the second one?) discussing the use of personality tests in hiring decisions. With all this talk about personality types, I felt left out. I kinda got into the online quiz/emode.com thing a few years back, but I couldn’t remember my MBTI type, so I googled this personality quiz thing to find out.

For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, the MBTI is a personality test that classifies people based on where they stand along the following four psychological dimensions:

  • Extroversion (E) / Introversion (I)
  • Sensing (S) / Intuition (N)
  • Thinking (T) / Feeling (F)
  • Judging (J) / Perceiving (P)

A person’s type is based on their position on each of these continuums, which means we end up with 16 types (ESFP, ISTJ, etc.). But really, how much does this actually tell you about a person? I don’t know, but probably not much. A person is so much more than their basic personality, and even the types seem fairly simplified (a whole continuum reduced to an A/B choice?). I guess this was kind of the main idea of the Blawg Review(ed) posts–hiring based on MBTI type doesn’t work well because it tells you little about the individual as a worker and workplace relationships are too complicated to analyze using these types.

But I got to wondering: does this work in reverse? Can you take someone you know and pick out their type? I could probably come close with a few of my better friends, but in general, I don’t think this will work very well, either.

Well, here’s your chance to prove me wrong. If you want to guess the result of my MBTI, e-mail me or let me know in the comments. It’ll be fun. No, really. Here’s a list of the different types, and here are descriptions of the four dimensions. You know you want to try it… C’mon, I’m bored over here. Entertain me, dammit!

I won’t guarantee anything to the winner(s) other than a blue mountain e-congratulation card, but I’m open to suggestions.

I’m also open to making a fool out of myself by trying to guess the MBTI type of other people, so if anyone’s up for that…

I Look Funny

Monday, April 25th, 2005

I take terrible pictures. I tend to smile too widely, which makes me look like a coked-up circus clown or an axe murderer who just bought a new griding stone. I spent a good chunk of time yesterday trying to get a decent picture for Harvard’s student directory thing, but eventually I gave up and picked the least terrible one.

So as of this afternoon, my deposit check will be on its way to Boston, along with two pictures of Smiley the Crackhead. Splendid.

On a related note, how screwed will I be when the USPS loses my deposit?

Delays

Sunday, April 24th, 2005

So I meant to send out my acceptance and deposit to Harvard on Friday, but here it is Sunday and I haven’t done it yet. I blame their request for two passport-sized pictures (which I now know is 2 inches square).

I hope they aren’t for the student directory. My undergrad had a picture directory, and over the years I’ve seen it put to some creepy uses. By other people, of course, not me. No, seriously. Hey, shut up!

50 Book Challenge - Book 14

Friday, April 22nd, 2005

Book 14: Moby-Dick, by Herman Melville

I read Moby-Dick, not because it is a Great Book or something like that, but because I didn’t want to feel dumber than a heavy metal band. That’s right. Last year, a group named Mastodon put out Leviathan, an album loosely based on Moby-Dick. It’s actually really good, if you’re into metal-type music.

But anyways, I read Moby-Dick, and man, that is a long book. Melville must have done a ton of research for it; I learned more about whales and whaling than I ever cared to know. Told by a long-winded, digressive, and oddly well-read whaleman, the story jumps from narrative, to description of the whale and the business of whaling, to scientific or literary analyses, and back again. I got bored occasionally, and it was hard to keep going from time to time. So I’m glad I read it, I guess, but I don’t think I’ll be picking it up again in the near future.

On the plus side, I now recognize the quote on Class Maledictorian, and I did enjoy the moral I took from the story: Sometimes, just let it go, man.

“Me fail English? That’s unpossible!”

Thursday, April 21st, 2005

I don’t usually do post these online quiz things, but this one is kinda cool:

Your Linguistic Profile:

70% General American English
15% Upper Midwestern
5% Dixie
5% Midwestern
5% Yankee
What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Yeah, that sounds about right. My only problem is with the “basement/cellar” question. I use both terms, depending on the intended use of the underground floor. For instance, most of my friends’ houses have basements. Carpeting, wall decorations, chairs and couches, etc. Basements are meant to be lived in. My house, on the other hand, has a cellar (actually, a sort of storm cellar built directly under the house): cold, damp, cement floor, insects and spiders, etc. We store things down there, and theoretically, it provides us shelter during tornadoes.

I say theoretically because I think the ghostly white, moldy, dead spider bodies in the cellar scare us more than a mere whirling cloud of glass shards.

Wednesday, April 20th, 2005

This is really cool. Trent Reznor is releasing a mix of a new Nine Inch Nails song in Apple GarageBand format for fans to remix. According to Professor Lessig (certainly not the first person I’d expect to write about “NIN’s brilliance”), the remixes will be freely distributable for non-commercial purposes.

Very, very cool. Too bad I don’t have Garageband. Or a Mac. (I fully expect ambimb to come mock me when he gets around to reading this.)

Caring is Creepy

Tuesday, April 19th, 2005

Since I still don’t have anything interesting to say, I’ll steal things from other people…

From Notes from the (Legal) Underground (who got it from Professor Althouse), an article from the City Journal arguing, basically, that Jon Stewart is really popular because he’s liberal, not because he’s hilarious (although the piece’s author seems to enjoy The Daily Show’s less partisan moments). To each his own, I suppose. I admit that his show is slanted to the left (I thought the book was much more even-handed, though) and that he hides behind the “we’re just comedy” a little too often for my tastes, but whatever. He’s still hilarious most of the time.

The article takes a couple lame stabs at liberals (”It speaks volumes about contemporary liberalism that in “progressive” circles, such stuff passes for brilliant satire.” Ooh, burn!) and the media (Aaaaah, the liberal media, OMG!!!!1), but that’s fine, too, although I’m not sure where all the conservative comedic geniuses are hiding. The Blue Collar Comedy Tour was terrible, that’s for sure. (Yeah, I know that wasn’t really political. I just wanted to rip on Jeff Foxworthy and the “Get ‘er done!” guy. I enjoyed Ron White, though.)

But this quote went over the line:

It is safe to say that the vast majority of Stewart’s young fans have no more a coherent political philosophy than they do a sense of history. What they do tend to have, in the contemporary vernacular, is attitude: a set of poses, ranging from an easy familiarity with drug culture to a bemused contempt for religion, that define one as hip. Jon Stewart confirms that view of themselves in every broadcast.

Ooh, we lack a coherent political philosophy! Ouch, my sense of self-worth! (Sarcasm pose!) Scaring the old folks by insinuating that their children and grandchildren shoot up heroin to make baby Jesus cry is just totally fucking played out, man.

I’d try to come up with a coherent response articulating my contempt for lazy writers who simply lump all (or “the vast majority” of) young people (or liberal young people, or liberal young people who watch The Daily Show, or whatever) into a mass of drugs, God-hating, and incoherent political philosophy, but unfortunately, I don’t have a caring pose.

Because caring is for losers.

Tuesday, April 19th, 2005

So I suppose I should watch Legally Blonde now, huh?

Monday, April 18th, 2005

I love Stay of Execution, a blog by Scheherazade (Sherry) Fowler, a “young lawyer, a sailor, an extrovert, and an insatiably curious woman living in Portland, Maine.” I came across her site (I think through Jeremy’s Weblog) shortly after I decided to go to law school, and I’ve been reading ever since, though I admit that from time to time I would think about deleting her. After all, sailing doesn’t interest me, and there aren’t many posts directly applicable to law school. I never followed through, though, and now I’m hooked.

Stay of Execution is great because it manages to connect with the reader so effortlessly. Sherry’s writing is full of personality. She seems thoughtful, confident, truthful… I admire her outgoing, easy way with people. I want my readers to feel like they know me.

Really, I don’t know why I have her in the “blawgs” section. Since I’ve been reading, the law-related posts have been scarce, and now that she has a blog focusing on her professional activities, I doubt that will change. Maybe I should make up a new category, but for now I’ll leave her in “blawgs”, if for no other reason than to remind myself that it’s possible for lawyers to be such cool people. Something to aim for, I guess.

Happy Now?

Sunday, April 17th, 2005

So I guess I’ve had you all (well, some of you, at least) in suspense about my decision for the last couple days. I apologize. I didn’t really mean to leave you in the dark, but, well, I hadn’t really made the decision.

That’s mostly a lie, of course.

I loved all my school visits, and I feel that I would be happy wherever I went. So I guess I’m stuck choosing a school based on other factors, the ones everyone told me were less important than simply choosing the school you like the best. Comparing these other factors, it looks like Harvard is the best place for me.

Michigan has the summer start program, but I really want to get out of the Midwest for a few years. Columbia is in a nice area of New York, but I still felt slightly on edge when I was there. I haven’t been convinced that NYC wouldn’t be too much for me to handle. Boston, on the other hand, was really nice. For some reason, I felt much more comfortable there.

Harvard also seems to be at an advantage for those of us that don’t know what we want to do. Their loan repayment program is amazing and their graduates seem to have a distinct advantage in academic hiring. These advantages seem to make up for Columbia’s slightly better financial aid package. (Michigan’s award was by far the worst of the three.)

So if you want, pretend I’m going to Harvard. Just know that it’s not official yet.

Oh, and technically, I’m still waiting on Stanford. If, in the next few days, they let me in, give me my financial aid, and offer me money to go visit, I’d like to consider them as well. There’s no way I’m sending in two seat deposits, though, so this really isn’t much of a possibility.

Harvard Law School Visit - Pictures

Friday, April 15th, 2005

I was expecting a bunch of old brick buildings, but for the most part, HLS doesn’t really look “Ivy” like I expected.

Harvard - Hastings

Hastings, the dorm pictured above, comes the closest to what I imagined Harvard would be. Not that that’s a bad thing. The buildings were, in general, nice-looking and clean. And there are underground tunnels connecting all the buildings (except the dorms).

Harvard - Underground Tunnel
Dude, that’s sweet.

Harkness Commons was apparently renovated last year. The cafeteria is in here, and everything looks quite nice inside now.

Harvard - Harkness

And then there’s Langdell Hall, the library. Langdell is freaking crazy.

Harvard - Langdell 1
Five-story columns!

Harvard - Langdell 2

Pound Hall isn’t really anything special, but here’s a picture anyway.

Harvard - Pound Hall
Pound Hall

This is a picture of, I think, one of the Gropius dorms. Truthfully, they were kinda old, run-down looking, and bare inside. And the rooms are tiny. And you share bathrooms and kitchens. And that’s where I’d be living if I went to Harvard. So there’s that.

I’m not a terrible photographer; they were all built with a ten-degree tilt. Really.

Harvard - Gropius

Harvard Law School Visit - Day 2, Part 2

Friday, April 15th, 2005

It was still early when I left Harvard. By this point, I felt pretty comfortable with the subway system, so I decided to check out the rest of the city. Boston Commons seemed as good a place as any to begin from and easier than most to find my way back to, so I took the subway there and started wandering.

As I walked, I took pictures. Some are blurry, and few of them have a level horizon. I only wish I could use extreme drunkenness as an excuse.

Boston Commons - Swan Pond
The weather was amazing all weekend.

Boston Commons - Pond 3
See?

Boston Commons - Pond 2
This one is cockeyed and not aiming at anything and obviously an accident, but I kinda like it. Light & shade, etc.

Here are some more (1, 2, 3) that didn’t come out very well.

Eventually, I started working my way toward the tall buildings in the distance. One really cool thing about Boston is that there old buildings like this one…

Boston - Church

…right next to huge skyscrapers like this:

Boston - Tall Building

Boston - Reflection
Ooh, reflections…

So I walked around for a couple hours until I got tired and the sun started to go down. Boston seems pretty cool. Of course, the great weather helped a lot. I can’t imagine how many Californians were tricked into going to Harvard this weekend. Coincidentally, the weather turned bad that night and the city was cold and grey by morning, when I flew back to Ohio.

Boston - sunset
Satan watched as the clouds rolled back in. His side of the deal was complete. Now all that remained was to wait, for though their bodies will only be trapped in Cambridge for three years, their souls would soon be somewhere much, much worse.

Harvard Law School Visit - Day 2, Part 1

Thursday, April 14th, 2005

Monday morning, I decide to sleep in and skip the 9:15 panel (Financial Aid, Career Resources, or Clinical Programs). Instead, I hit the continental breakfast around 10:00, where I talk to a few other admits and a couple students. Highlight of the morning: when I’m told, basically, that my computer science degree will come in handy for using Microsoft Word to take notes in class. Yeah, and your English Literature Ph.D. will be good ’cause you can read and stuff. And the math majors can add up their financial aid packages, and the religion majors can pray for good grades, and… okay, I’m just being a jerk now.

After breakfast, I wander a little more and then head to Professor Meltzer’s Criminal Law class. It’s a solid class, and Professor Meltzer seems like a good teacher, but I get a little antsy before the 85 minutes are up.

Next is lunch. As I walk in, I notice that Professor Dershowitz’s table is completely full. The schmoozing starts already? People must have ran to get their seats. Note to Harvard: stadium seating next year? I sit down with Alexa Shabecoff, the school’s public interest guru. Seriously, Dean Kagan called her a god during the Q&A on Sunday. For my confused ass, she recommends a one-on-one interview/counseling session to help figure out what I want to do. Ms. Shabecoff is quite knowledgeable and convinces me that Harvard does provide a lot of assistance to the public interest-oriented law students.

Eventually, Dean Kagan gets up and talks about how the student body is what really makes Harvard special. She names off a list of important people that were in her graduating class, mentions (for the billionth time this weekend) that half the Supreme Court went to Harvard, and something something blah something else. I’m really tired of listening to people talk by this point. It’s a good thing this is my last school visit.

The mock class with Professor Heather Gerken is really, really good. I had read the case and thought it was interesting, but somewhat clear-cut. Professor Gerken quickly shows us how the decision isn’t as easy as it seemed and how it could lead to all sorts of unintended and counter-intuitive consequences. Cool stuff. I leave impressed.

The Constitutional/Public Law talk turns out to be a waste of time, I skip the last financial aid panel, and Admit Weekend sputters to an end.

[I was actually planning on writing more tonight, but it just isn’t gonna happen. Sorry. I’ll give you pictures tomorrow. Pinkie swear.]

Harvard Law School Visit - Day 1

Wednesday, April 13th, 2005

11:00am - After wandering around the campus taking pictures of different buildings, I manage to find my way to Harkness Commons, which has apparently been recently renovated and looks clean, well-lit, and modern. At the registration table I’m given a folder and a tote bag, which is actually pretty nice except for the Harvard crest and “HARVARD LAW SCHOOL” in huge letters on one side. I’m sure my mom will love it. I go upstairs to the cafeteria, pick out a decent brunch, and sit down at a table with a 1L tour guide. We talk for a bit, then she spots a few friends and brings them over to the table. They’re unaffiliated with the Admitted Students Weekend, so I take the opportunity to ask them about their experience at HLS. All of them recommend the dorms because they’re fairly cheap and good for meeting people, even though they’re old and ugly and the rooms in Gropius are small. Also, I learn that law school is indeed much like high school and that “Columbia sucks.”

12:00pm (or so) - I take a tour with a couple second-years (I think) who were 1L section-mates. They are extremely enthusiastic about Harvard, which turns out to be the case with almost all the students I talk to. We get to see a room in the Gropius dorms, which actually looks more spacious than I expected from an 8′ x 12′ box. It’s not much, but it’s livable.

1:00 - The Student Life Panel is kinda boring, truthfully. I don’t really remember much of what was said. At 2:00, Dean Elena Kagan takes some questions. Unfortunately, people lob her softballs like, “What are the advantages of Harvard Law School?” and “So I hear the students here are smart…” She does get to talk about the changes she hopes to make in the next three years, which seem to consist mostly of renovating buildings and hiring more professors (especially women).

3:00 - The Dean’s session ran over into the time reserved for faculty speakers, so I run over to catch Professor Martha Minow’s talk on “Privatization and Public Values: School Vouchers, Private Military Companies, and Faith-Based Initiatives.” It’s really good; Professor Minow carries on a discussion with us about the pros, cons, and potential constitutional violations of privatization of various public services — thought-provoking and very interesting.

4:00 - We’re still running late, but I make it to Professor Terry Fisher’s lecture: “Patents, Drugs, and the Health Crisis in Developing Countries.” The ideas are interesting, but by this point, I’m beat, and Professor Fisher speaks softly and slowly with a bit of a monotone (I believe he’s the Copyright professor that CM describes as a zombie). Too many speakers, not enough breaks; I drift off about halfway through his talk.

5:00 - I first run into CM on my way to the Student Organization Fair. Without the usual small-talk questions, I completely blank on something to say, and we resort to chasing after a slow-moving water cart before going our separate ways. CM, just as nice as you would expect, manages to avoid mocking me (out loud, at least) for fulfilling the computer nerd stereotype.

There are 30-some student organizations here. I manage to hit about half of them up for free stuff or candy and somehow end up talking to a good number of people. I don’t know what I want to get out of law school or which groups I’m actually interested in, but the representatives seem willing, sometimes eager, to talk to me about law school in general after giving me a short overview of what their group is and how many of their events feature Supreme Court Justices or free alcohol. Again, almost everyone seems enthusiastic, and a large number of them talk about how great Dean Kagan is. It sounds like she’s done a lot in her first 18 months and everyone is excited to have a Dean that seems to actually care about the students.

The American Constitution Society, the Harvard Democrats, and the Civil Rights-Civil Liberties Law Journal are joining up for the “no-host” dinner afterward, so I follow them to the Harvard Commons restaurant/bar down the street. I eat a tasty cheeseburger (which the ACS ends up paying for–take that, “no-host”!), look at the nice selection of beers, and marvel at the accomplishments of my potential future classmates, who have all done amazing things but for the most part aren’t cocky about it. From one of the current students at my table, I learn that the Lincoln’s Inn is basically a $500 all-you-can-drink liquor bar, only differing from a fraternity in that “fraternity brothers generally know and like each other.” Burn. I also catch another dose of anti-Dershowitz backlash, which seems to be a fairly common sentiment among students. Over the weekend, I ran into several students who discouraged me from taking a class with Alan Dershowitz, because “a Criminal Law class with Dershowitz is more a class on Alan Dershowitz than on criminal law.” Everyone agreed that his war stories were incredibly interesting, but some felt that teaching took a back seat to amusing anecdotes in his classes.

8:00 - Dead tired, I stop by the Public Interest Dessert for some ice cream, hoping a little sugar will wake me up. While there, I meet another 0L who gets really excited when I admit that I too have no clue what I want to do with my future law degree. We both want to check out the the Hong Kong, which we hear is a spectacular dive bar, before going home, so we head over around 9:00. It’s too early to be busy, so we order our free drinks and grab a table. The Hong Kong isn’t nearly as bad as I expected. Things seem clean, there’s a nice selection, and, while the Chinese theme is cheesy, the Golden Tee machine is fully intact, which suggests that this isn’t nearly as much of a dive as advertised.

We leave shortly and my new friend proves himself the greatest person ever by offering me a ride back to my hotel, which is conveniently 1.5 miles from a subway station that is an hour’s ride from Harvard. It takes 20 minutes by car and I pass out the within a minute of getting in bed.

“Last Night on the Mass Pike…”

Tuesday, April 12th, 2005

I’m back from Boston. I’ll write something up tomorrow, but until then, just read CM’s account of the weekend a few more times.