Well, I got stuck in an elevator recently. I can’t remember what day it happened. Lyco and I just had a conversation about when that could have been. We think Friday is a good bet. We were stuck in the basement of Whole Foods on P St. with a nice young woman who knows a friend of ours. After complaining we got $20 in gift certificates which was used to help subsidize our grocery run (some of it went into a Lyco-made stew for Bean and family – if you have a charitable streak, food for the newly arrived and their loved ones is a pretty good way to spend your time.)
So – what I have I been doing?
A lot of emotional life-examining, which is at times necessary but draining.
The Client-Scramble, which is an amusing dance where I attempt to track down:
- People who have moved
- Numbers which have changed
- Clients who have gone AWOL
- Social Workers who are doing something besides responding to calls
- Programs that *sound* roughly similiar to what I've been told to hunt down. and
- never-in Lawyers who have the needed goods
- While sending out multiple e-mails and correcting small mistakes while they are still small.
Actually, a lot of it is spent on my parole case, which is fascinating but frustrating. My client was arrested while on parole. I don’t represent him in the underlying case, so I’ve got to follow that one and (hopefully) come up with some extra points for his parole revocation hearing. The reason behind that is basically that parole revocation uses a lower standard of proof (preponderance of the evidence) than a criminal fact-finder (beyond a reasonable doubt) And the parole board is not bound by the decisions of the court in the underlying matter. All that means that my client could be found not-guilty in the underlying matter (he could be a pure as a bar of Ivory soap) and he could still get put away for violating his parole on the very same set of facts. Obviously, that sucks. There are other things about the case that suck, but I’ll limit my immediate bitching.
Seeing old friends and meeting new ones, a bunch of whom, including In Limine, Library in Kenya, The Navigator, just finished a run of Into the Woods, with the only theatre company that has it’s own law school. Also Paleobiology's and The Cool Hand’s birthday party. It’s a busy weekend. There was also some Rockstar action in there, including Jes and. . .Paleo's gal, the Very Blonde Rocker. Man, monikers are tough today and that last one must change. She's one of the good law school peeps, and has many easily monikered qualities.
As a sad side note, "The Navigator" is a new moniker for an old friend, The Jude-Walker. Jude, alas, succumbed to cancer, after being a fixure of our lives here at GULC. She was a demurely harnessed service dog who was sparky and friendly when off duty. Jude and the Jude-Walker sat in front of Surfer Dude and I during our first year Democracy and Coercion class. We'd take off our shoes and give Jude toe-massages which she seemed to like. Jude seemed to be attuned to the emotional energy in the room and would always huff or sigh a big doggy-sigh at just the right frustrated pause. Jude and I were also in small section together during the first year, and we had classes together every semester after that. So. She's missed. "The Navigator" moniker is based on my friend finding me during the 1L year in the DC Metro. I biked everywhere and was unfamaliar with the metro. We were both going to a party. She got me pointed in the right direction on a track, corrected my lefts and rights, showed me the correct (down not up) elevator, and pointed out that we didn't have to run because the other train of a double tracked pair was arriving. Given that I could read the signs in the metro and she could not, it was an amusing and humbling experience.
What have I not been doing?
Deep reading for my other classes.
Job hunt organization and follow-up.
Keeping in touch with friends and family.
Fanning’s damn review.
Bike riding. While not quite into Lee Adama territory, I’ve not done any kind of serious riding for several weeks now. Cold, schedule, what have you. Blah.