I gave an impromptu poetry reading last night for a couple of friends, preserving an informal tradition of poetry reading on this night which goes back for more than a few years. (Most amusing moment – after one poem the assessment was, “You’re going to be a tort lawyer.”) Yet on the other hand, I had another informal tradition (again going back) come crashing to a halt. Balance, balance. I’m not sure what’s on tap for tonight. I have a few things that I always try to do, a few issues I always try to think about at this time of year.
In other news I’ve been playing The Love Doctor recently – actually, something that required almost no effort on my part beyond telling people what they already knew yet wanted to hear. Life is nice sometimes. Things look good for nearly all parties (6) involved. Erm – not “involved” as a group, I should hasten to add.
My eye is closed up and is no longer itchy (yea!).
Lumina and I continue to bond with the new wheels – taking advantage of the (to me) freakishly good weather, I shot out to MD the other night, which was lots of fun. Riding a fixed is wonderful – I’m so glad I hauled Lumina down here that awful afternoon, and I owe H another round of thanks for brining the wheels when she visited. On a fixed, you have a near-complete feeling of connection to the road that transcends a freewheel – in fact, getting back on a freewheel seems like you’re climbing on a slow, inefficient, dangerously headlong machine (sorry Hush, my sweetie!). There’s a lot to be said for perfectly controlling your wheel speed in slippery conditions (wet leaves). Plus it’s great if you’re, say, accelerating uphill into curves – or any situation where you’re not maxing out speed (descending).
On the way back I was parallel with a female fixed rider (yea!) for a few blocks down CT Ave. We ran a red together and split at Dupont with a wave. It’s sort of dorky, but I just feel absurdly happy to have random purposeful encounters with like minded/doing people – you each realize what the other is doing, you somehow either work with that person or you each benefit the other, but there’s no need for hellos, chitchat, talk, the exchange of phone numbers, etc. I’ve only had a few of these in DC thusfar. There also seems to be a kind of fixed community on the road – a lot of head nodding in lieu of waving, but certainly an acknowledgement that goes a bit beyond the courtesy that roadies usually afford each other.
If there’s any kind of traffic in the city, I’m pretty sure I can get from point A to point B faster than a car. Those would be nearly any points. (This assumes you take the crosswalk option at red lights – i.e. magically transform yourself into “a pedestrian” by riding in the crosswalk lane, then magically transform yourself into a road vehicle on the far side.) I’m also pretty sure (given walking to/from and waiting) that I’m faster than the Metro. So why do so few people ride?
I need to make an effort to spend more time a) away from the books and b) with non-law students. The Classicist (a.k.a. Sweet Tribulation) had a party at her place recently and I was able to chat with non-law students about non-law issues. Lovely.
I bought a very tiny pumpkin. It’s about the size of a tennis ball. I can’t decide whether I should carve it or not.
In some ways LS seems to create a distorted sense of time. The ideas and cases cycle through so rapidly that each week of classes feels remarkably extended in time (in a good way) – I keep catching myself thinking things like, “Oh, I haven’t spoken with X for 2 weeks” in the same way I’d have previously thought, “Oh, I haven’t spoken with X for 2 months.” I’m not sure why this effect exists for me. Perhaps because I have so few time killing activities. Then again, I’ve always been impatient with some things – grocery shopping, etc. There’s nothing worse than killing hour after hour of your week in pointless errands.
OK – back to Ferguson v. City of Charleston. Although I have strong liberal leanings, I loathe paternalism.