Category: Current Affairs

  • Call Me!*

    Called

    Something odd has happened over the past year and a half or so:  I've noticed that I talk on the phone significantly less than I used to.  I'd wager that you might say the same thing.  I find that the majority of my interaction with friends, even the ones I used to call regularly, is now via phone, IM, or email, and it's often to make plans to catch up on person.  Why is this?  For me, I can say that I hate talking cell-to-cell, so will often limit my "big" phone calls to times when I am home so I can talk on my land line (yes, I have a land line).  Plus, I'd rather catch up in person, which is fine for local friends/relatives, but not so great for long-distance folks.  I'm going to try to be better about making more phone calls, but I hope that others will also feel free to call me, especially you out-of-towners.

    * A nod, of course, to Blondie.  Art by Gaping Void.

  • Change is Challenging

    Apparently there is a new system on some of the NYC buses these days — it completely threw me for a loop.  There are certain buses now where you purchase your ticket in advance, you have to hold on to your receipt, you can enter at any door, and if they check and find you are not carrying your receipt, you have to pay a $100 fine.  I must have missed the memo because I was ridiculously confused (so much for that law degree being helpful in the real world).  Now I've got it, though. 

  • Happy Pro Bono Week!

    It's National Pro Bono Week and I thought this wonderful print by Hugh at Gaping Void seemed fitting to honor all of those who do pro bono work on behalf of those in need.

    Souls 

  • To Ruth!

    My Favorite Supreme!

    As I read this article about Ruth Bader Ginsburg, I was once again reminded how much I admire this woman.  I wrote a paper about her equal rights work when I was in law school and I have had the honor and good fortune to see her speak several times.  She is small and slight (even shorter than I am), but commands a room with the power of her words. Truly remarkable.  So tonight, I'll raise a glass to Ruth — my favorite Supreme. (Please forgive the photo; it was taken with my old crappy cameraphone when I saw her last in person)

  • Thoughts This Week

    – Five years later and I'm still dealing with this nonsense.

    – I'm developing a Fried Chicken to-do list, including Momofuku Noodle Bar, The Redhead, Savoy, Fatty Crab, and Locanda Verde.  Must spread it out over several months for fear of calorie overload.

    – Speaking of calorie overload, I've got a hot date with a pork butt tonight.

    – I've been practicing my newfound cocktail skills by chilling down my iced espresso in a Boston Shaker every morning.  Many thanks to The Cocktail Guru for reminding me of the easiest way to open the shaker (hint — it's not upside down, which is how I was doing it this week.  Then again, it was pre-coffee).

    Barney Frank is brilliant.

    – As much as I have enjoyed my food writing over the years, I am thrilled that I was never a professional reviewer dealing with picky/high maintenance dining companions.

    That is all.

  • A New Beginning

    I already have goosebumps . . . can't wait to hear the speech, not to mention to have Obama running the country.  There's hope and change in the air, and I'm proud to be an American today!

  • Radio Silence

    Sorry about the radio silence, gang.  Somehow between little blips on Facebook and Twitter I think I've been posting here less.  Let's see, what's new with me?  If you've been following me at either one of those places, you may know that my brother bought me a slow cooker for Chanukah/Bday and I've been seriously debating the pros/cons vs. a traditional Dutch oven.  I've decided to take the plunge and keep it.  Certainly on a day like today, it would be amazing to come home to some slow-cooked short ribs that have been cooked to maximum tenderness and are ready when I walk in the door.  [Note:  it would be also be nice to come home to a meal that someone else has cooked for me; until that day, the slow cooker will be playing stand-in]. Other than that, have gotten some estimates for re-doing two of my closets (another lovely Chanukah/Bday gift, this time from Mom & Stephen) and am planning the dinner portion of a bachelorette shindig for this Saturday night.  And finally, am eagerly counting down the days until we have a sane person in the White House again!!

  • Keep Your Laws Off My Body

    Bsjsn
    Since I spent the evening last night volunteering as a model student for instructor trainees at my self-defense class, I’m feeling pretty strong-minded (and thanks to all of my trainer’s efforts, strong-bodied as well).  When I initially took my self-defense class as a student, I reconnected with my college self in some ways:  the feminist, the women’s studies minor.  I don’t think those things ever went away, but I think they had gotten so strangely quashed by law school and particularly by my experience as an associate right afterwards that the class helped me welcome all that back into my life the way it is today. So yesterday, when I read the article in the New Yorker about South Dakota’s law banning abortion outright being put on the state ballot this November, I got pretty fired up.

    The article pins down a particular flaw in the right-to-life argument that seems to be stumping even some of South Dakota’s most staunch right-to-lifers: 

    If the premise is to remain intact, a person who professes to be pro-life but instists on a rape-and-incest exception (which covers most pro-life polititians in this country, including President Bush) is saying one of two things:  either it is justifiable to kill children in some circumstances, or what grows in a woman’s uterus is a child if the woman had sex voluntarily but not if she was forced into it.

    Interestingly, many citizens of South Dakota who generally consider themselves to be pro-life will likely outlaw the legislation by a simple majority vote, due to the lack of any exceptions.  I have to say that I am particularly curious as to how this plays out, as this is exactly the issue that got me interested in going to law school in the first place.  If the law stays on the books, it is likely to be pushed up to the Supreme Court; I hope it doesn’t come to that. 

  • Reason Number 574

    that I’ll never really grow up:  I had planned for a quiet night tonight.  And in my book, it was, indeed, a quiet night.  I ended up going up to Strawberry Fields after work to reflect on the 25th anniversary of John Lennon’s death.  I can’t believe it has been that long — I remember hearing about it on the news as a kid back in D.C.  I had returned home when Nathan called — he is a huge Beatles fan — he has built a huge model of John Lennon’s self-portrait (out of Lego, naturally), and today he received an email from Yoko Ono, extending her praise and thanks for his work.  Pretty amazing.  Anyway, I digress.  I spent some time at home, cleaning up my apartment, sorting through my never ending piles of mail.  I changed into my pajamas and was still puttering around when Augie called from upstairs (he and Lauren live in my building).  He and Rob had just returned from a wine tasting and I he insisted I come up and try the leftovers — no matter that I was in my pajamas.  I went up for about an hour, sipping wine and chatting with Augie, Lauren and Rob, and then headed down to bed. 

    But the thing that went through my mind as I walked down the stairs in my pajamas, was: it’s just like being back in a dorm.  Of course, I meant just the good parts — the padding around in pajamas, impromptu gatherings with friends, and being within a few floors of some of your closest friends.  If only it could stay that way forever  . . .  Well, I’ll enjoy it for as long as I can!

  • From New Orleans to Brooklyn

    So it turns out that the high school student who relocated to Brooklyn from New Orleans and who was featured in this New Yorker article is in my brother’s class (he’s a teacher).  The word in the legal services/pro bono community is that there are roughly 500 evacuees in New York so far, and that number may increase soon.