29 June 2010
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18 June 2010
World Cup Thoughts
Folks, I must admit, I don't really know a lot about soccer. From a technical standpoint, I'm quite clueless - can never figure out why sometimes there's a free kick and sometimes there's a corner kick. Who cares though, I don't think my soccer idiocy takes away from the exhilaration of watching it on TV. Or better yet, live.
Point being, I love watching the World Cup. It is just fantastic, especially when our team is actually putting on something of a show. The United States/Slovenia match today was quite fantastic (although I'm still seething over that bogus call that would have given us the game). The pagaentry of the whole thing is just something to behold, especially when you think of how the entire world is watching too. Great times.
Actually, I think my favourite moment of the whole ordeal occurs before the match even begins. That moment is when the teams are lined up, and they play the two national anthems. The look on the players' faces, well, I think it's quite a sight.
08 June 2010
Traffic
Folks, I daresay there are few things I hate more in life than traffic. Paying for parking is one of them, and maybe the word "pink" is another. But I hate traffic with an unbridled passion. I think it's because, like many unpleasant things in life, traffic is utterly uncontrollable. And of course, as fate would have it, I run headlong into rush hour on I-494 coming back from my judicial clerkship in Glencoe. Fantastic.
I've had a weird, bizarre, contemplative couple of weeks here. I don't quite feel like going into details, but all of those adjectives and more are apt descriptors. It's really not worth complaining about, but it all really comes back to traffic. You never like things that you cannot control. Sure, you can try to manouever around the traffic; you can foolishly try to bypass the gridlock by taking Pioneer Trail through Eden Prairie (note to self - don't think that works). But in general, sometimes you just kinda have to accept the stop and go, and hope that eventually, you're going to get past Highway 100, where the traffic clears up. Figuratively, of course.
Who am I kidding. Women are confusing. Emotions are confusing. Real Life is confusing, and sometimes, it just doesn't make sense. Unfair, even. And even though stuff happens that you'd rather not happen, it's not really worth it to lose your mind over it. I think you're allowed to lose your mind for a little bit, and then after that, it's time to decide how you're going to get through the gridlock. I think I'll be okay sitting in traffic for a while. To some extent though, it's almost refreshing to go on this crazy rollercoaster of a ride. It lets you know that you're capable of feeling certain things - of seeing your life writ large.
Anyways, enough of the cryptic life references. My loyal readership knows exactly what I'm talking about, and in reference to whom, but it's still uncomfortable to name proper names online. And unnecessary. But seriously... I still hate traffic. Real traffic.
I've been feeling vaguely more productive lately, thanks to my judicial clerkship. Of course, I haven't exactly done anything yet, save sit in court and go out to lunch with the baliff, court reporter, and law clerk, but who's keeping track? But my judge is a fair, intelligent, and quality person, who is very good about keeping me in the loop. I'm observing stuff, generally learning, and perfecting my pensive gaze. Also, I'm getting a crash course in the seedy underbelly of rural Minnesota. As the good Judge said, "5% of the people take up 95% of our time." Seriously folks, there are some messed up people out there.
I've had a weird, bizarre, contemplative couple of weeks here. I don't quite feel like going into details, but all of those adjectives and more are apt descriptors. It's really not worth complaining about, but it all really comes back to traffic. You never like things that you cannot control. Sure, you can try to manouever around the traffic; you can foolishly try to bypass the gridlock by taking Pioneer Trail through Eden Prairie (note to self - don't think that works). But in general, sometimes you just kinda have to accept the stop and go, and hope that eventually, you're going to get past Highway 100, where the traffic clears up. Figuratively, of course.
Who am I kidding. Women are confusing. Emotions are confusing. Real Life is confusing, and sometimes, it just doesn't make sense. Unfair, even. And even though stuff happens that you'd rather not happen, it's not really worth it to lose your mind over it. I think you're allowed to lose your mind for a little bit, and then after that, it's time to decide how you're going to get through the gridlock. I think I'll be okay sitting in traffic for a while. To some extent though, it's almost refreshing to go on this crazy rollercoaster of a ride. It lets you know that you're capable of feeling certain things - of seeing your life writ large.
Anyways, enough of the cryptic life references. My loyal readership knows exactly what I'm talking about, and in reference to whom, but it's still uncomfortable to name proper names online. And unnecessary. But seriously... I still hate traffic. Real traffic.
I've been feeling vaguely more productive lately, thanks to my judicial clerkship. Of course, I haven't exactly done anything yet, save sit in court and go out to lunch with the baliff, court reporter, and law clerk, but who's keeping track? But my judge is a fair, intelligent, and quality person, who is very good about keeping me in the loop. I'm observing stuff, generally learning, and perfecting my pensive gaze. Also, I'm getting a crash course in the seedy underbelly of rural Minnesota. As the good Judge said, "5% of the people take up 95% of our time." Seriously folks, there are some messed up people out there.
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