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New Whine in Old Bottles

Kat went to Scottsdale for some shopping fun today. She'll probably come back even more fashionable than she already is.

I'm going to school to study. I'm dilly-dallying about by writing this blog post in order to delay the inevitable (and wait for the library to open).

We went to a law-school related dinner last night and then went to a dessert lounge (ooh, how decadent!). We then came home and watched The Wrestler on DVD. It was pretty good, although there were parts that neither Kat nor I enjoyed watching.

Speaking of decadence, a few weeks ago we were at a different eatery and the menu said one dessert was a "decedent" portion of something-or-other. Let me provide a word of advice: it is important to know the difference between decadent and decedent - at least in my opinion.

I don't have much to say. I could tell you a lot about FRCP Rule 23 or the stepped-up tax basis for inherited property, but I don't think anyone cares. I just have to keep going.

Trying to keep the demons at bay

I'm getting into law school crunch time, and I've begun to feel that I don't like being crunched. I think I need this book to help get me through.

I didn't come here to talk about me, though. I wanted to talk about paranoia, ridiculousness, outsized expectations, premature judgment and general self-loathing (Again, I must reiterate, I'm not talking about me). Instead, I am discussing the search for a new basketball coach for the University of Arizona. For most of my readers (how much is most of two?) this particular topic has no relevance to them and does not affect them. But lo, if it were so easy for me.

Alas, since I live in Tucson (a beautiful place with a lot going for it, however, a grasp of reality when it comes to UA Basketball remains wanting) I must constantly be reminded of this quest to find a guy to stand on the sidelines in a suit. I can't even avoid it at law school since many people went to Arizona as undergrads and not only drank the Kool-Aid, they had their blood replaced with it.

So there are constant rumors and stories and arguments and discussions and it could not be more tedious. The latest craze is to want to fire the athletic director since he hasn't persuaded Jesus Christ himself to come to McKale Center. While it may seem like heresy (pardon the religious references but I'm just trying to give you a taste of what it is like to be forced against one's will to be a parishioner at the Church of the Silver Fox) maybe people should realize that the AD was put in a no-win situation by the demigod that is Lute Olson with his will-I-coach-won't-I-coach headgames. It is hard to hire a coach during a season because all of the successful candidates are, you know, coaching their own successful teams. Alas, I punch at the wind because asking for rationality among this fanbase is like asking for Kat not to watch cute videos of puppies on Youtube: you just can't.

Personally, I would just like it to end. Please hire someone and let us get back to our lives. Until then, I hope to burrow into the law books and not come out. Someday, it will be over. For now, we wait.

Busyasever

SobusyIdon'tevenhavetimetoseparatewords!

Not really, but I have been kind of running around lately. Just a few thoughts I wanted to get down before they lose all relevance. It may already be too late.

Kat and I joined some law school pals today for a spring training game between the Arizona Diamondbacks and the Chicago White Sox at lovely Tucson Electric Park. The Sox wiped the floor with the home team 10-1. I know it makes little sense to say I'm so busy and then mention wiling away the hours at a baseball game, but you'll have to trust me that I was busy before that. The game was nice. We sat on a blanket and enjoyed a beautiful day.

I'm getting more law review work as I begin to work on my new managing editor position. That is what I'll be doing most of tomorrow. It should be fun - or at least something like it.

My thoughts are with my Grandpa Gautreaux who broke his hip. Hang in there! My thoughts are also with my Grandpa Rinne, who is getting used to some new digs. I hope he likes the new home.

Now to the important stuff: Will Stephon Marbury help the Celtics? I get a little annoyed when pundits claim he will destroy a veteran-laden team simply with his presence. The C's can just cut him if he causes problems, so this is a good decision. Additionally, what the pundits seem to ignore is the fact that Eddie House can't really play backup point guard. Boston's biggest rivals know that if Rondo isn't in the game, they should press full-court and harass whoever is trying to advance the ball. If the Celts can simply insert Marbury to bring the ball up court successfully, he will be a big plus.

I enjoy the stylings of Eddie House as much as anyone (I loved him when he was with the Suns), but people forget that House was most successful when he played alongside Nash - not when Nash was out of the game. House is a shooter - not a point guard. And if the Celtics had left him as its backup point guard in the playoffs, they were asking for trouble. I fully understand that Marbury may have a veritable cornucopia of mental illnesses, but as long as he can dribble the ball up the court and initiate an offense without totally disrupting everything - he will be an improvement.

I am quite stoked to be going to see Lloyd in a few weeks. He sent me some sweet photos of his group of pilots (although he failed to send me the jorts and dogtags photos!) that I enjoyed. I'm excited for my trip to Del Rio.

Other than that, I'm going to be a little busy for the next few weeks, but I'll be excited to get a break during the aptly named spring break. I hope everyone is doing well out there. Take care.

I'll Manage

I had some interviews on Friday. Most went well; some went less well. We'll see what shakes out for this summer.

In somewhat better news, I was selected as one of the managing editors for Law Review for 2009-2010. In addition to the freely-available mind-altering substances and the ever-present groupies, I will get a small stipend for my efforts. It should be a fun experience.

Kat and I are both feeling a little less than great, so we are taking it easy. We watched MST3K last night (Overdrawn at the Memory Bank) after we went for a walk. I have little of interest to tell you so I'll sign off. Adios.

Live On Blog

If you want to hear me try to speak in more than one consecutive complete sentence, check out this vidcast.

You should watch the Jones in its entirety every day - obviously - but if you want to skip to the 15:30 mark, that is when the anti-magic happens. That's all. Out.

I'm here

Hey brah, just an update on life on Me Street in Our Town.

Mom, thanks for sending the glove. I've never been good at softball, but I'm going to try anyway. There is a low talent threshold for law school sports, so I'm sure I'll be fine. Plus, it's Lloyd's glove, so I'm sure it has lots of magic in it.

Lloyd, I saw that Chris Paul went off in the game you attended, but the Spurs' dull boringness was too much to overcome. Did you fall asleep during any San Antonion possessions? That was a nice dunk by GINOBILI!, though.

Keith, sweet beard. Keep it up. Also, thanks for your advice on all things technological. We were both born in the wrong century. I'm from the 1700s and you should be living in the 2300s. Think how small the iPods will be then!

Kat, thanks for keeping the house purty. Everyone should totally see the new shams. I mean, QTpi.

Dad, I know you.

Everyone else and the people who have already been mentioned, my life just keeps on going. Everything is well. The weather is nice in Tucson. The Buzzsaw are where no Buzzsaw have gone before. LeBron is on broadcast TV today, although it is only against the Pistons, who I think are afraid of him. Yes, the economy is terrible and I may be one of the few lawyers in history to die of starvation, but doggone it (see, another of my 18th century phrases, just like jumpin' Jehosaphat) I'm feeling good. I'm sure it won't last long - probably just until the meds wear off - but that's OK. Enjoy the "big game" (Roger Goodell looks over my shoulder menacingly) if you like football, enjoy the commercials if you don't. Later.