tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195447402009-03-24T10:31:55.077-05:00now clogging the internet elsewherepseudostoopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00403222121186371681noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19544740.post-1168524532593481872007-01-15T11:07:00.000-06:002007-01-15T11:10:48.673-06:00

For those of you (ahem, John) who were confused by my previous hints and allusions... I blog here now. pseudostoops.wordpress.com. The end.

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Did you know that 65% of bloggers who say they're quitting really don't? And that 90% of statistics are made up on the spot? Hope you'll come on over.

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When I was working with kids, I got sick a lot. Any germ, virus, or bacterial infection that wafted into the 5th grade classroom would, without exception, find its way into my body. It got to the point where, from December to April, I either was developing a cold, had a cold, or was recovering from a cold WITHOUT A SINGLE DAY OFF. I remember coming to law school one of the happiest surprises

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I am phenomenally lazy when it comes to certain things about my appearance- makeup especially. I'm able to muster the will to put on mascara maybe three days a week, and powder/lipgloss/eyeliner are even rarer. To give you an idea of how seriously limited my makeup use is, my sister gave me a Bobbi Brown lipstick for Christmas ("you could look so pretty if you wore makeup!) in 1999 and I still

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Diversity in education is a slippery concept sometimes. I taught in a largely Mexican community, where we dutifully celebrated Cesar Chavez along with Martin Luther King. I grew up around Chicago, where we celebrated Casimir Pulaski Day (for the war hero, not the Sufjan Stevens song) in addition to President's Day. Black History Month was an annual observance in both schools. We tried. And

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When you have found something to give to someone on your holiday list that is within your target spending range and which you think the recipient might really enjoy, and then you go to the store and discover that it has been marked down 50%, is your reaction: a) joy, as in "wow, sweet, I got exactly what I planned to get for this person at half the cost!" or b) a pang of ambivalence, as in "hm

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Sigh. It seems that the combination of posting every day in November, taking finals the first week in December, and finding out I didn't get the job I was hoping for last week has left me feeling a little deflated. And out of material. Things I actually considered blogging about: - Clementines. (I mean, yum, but seriously not worth a blog entry) - My new garlic press. - Getting all our

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The good: I passed the MPRE! Huzzah! The bad: I took a seven-hour exam that was (a) hard and (b) long and (c) did I mention hard? UPDATE: The unknown: At this very moment, somewhere in New York, a committee is meeting to decide whether I have a job next year or not. Send hopeful thoughts, please. The sad: No job. Sigh. Drawing board, here I come!

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In a lovely coincidence, today, the last day of NaBloPoMo, is also my last day of classes for the term. On the last day of class, we have a nice tradition where everyone gives the professor a hearty round of applause, which usually causes the professor to blush and say Aw Shucks and causes everyone else to feel all warm and fuzzy. There was one class, back when we were 1Ls, where this

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Today is my parents' thirty-first wedding anniversary. Whoa. I couldn't imagine being married to either of them, (they are my parents, after all- it's my job to identify their foibles) but I also couldn't imagine any two people being happier with their choice of each other, which is pretty great. Happy Anniversary, mom and dad!

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I happened to be at a law firm (The Firm) for a meeting yesterday. I got there a little early and sat in their waiting area, where The Firm had a prominently displayed "media binder," full of news articles that mentioned the firm or its lawyers. Right on top was an article about associate/partner relations at firms. It was from a legal magazine, and it was about how many young associates now

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Some book suggested that a cool thing to do with your blog is show your readers a little bit about you by taking pictures of things in your closet. That's a nifty idea, but since no one is really that interested in looking at pictures of 2 pairs of jeans, 52 tshirts, and 3 ratty old black sweaters, it didn't seem like a good idea for my blog. But then I had an idea. I spent a lot of time in

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We're off to Wisconsin for the day. There will be some art, some football, some PBR and some live music. It promises to be such a good time that I'm unlikely to get back before midnight. We are wild and crazy kids, staying out past midnight on a school night, aren't we?

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My life is officially too boring to merit posting every day. Probably shouldn't have taken me 25 days to realize that. But in the interest of seeing things through, I am reduced to giving you a joke and calling it a post. Q: Why didn't anyone want to be friends with the lobster? A: because he was so shellfish! (That one was big with elementary school students, I promise. Yeah, I give up now.)

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Today I got so tired of studying voting rights law that I went to the mall. Voluntarily. On the busiest shopping day of the year. (In my defense, I was visiting my only friend who was having a worse day than I was, as she works in retail, which makes Black Friday particularly wretched.) And may I say, to the CHARMING woman who gunned around me in the parking lot to veer into the space I was

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My sister has pretty serious health problems that lead to various food restrictions- no salt, no wheat, no sugar, no oats, pretty much no dairy- you might as well call us "dietary restrictions R us." But, as we enjoy our stuffing free, unsweetened, unsalted Thanksgiving dinner, I'll be giving thanks for the fact that despite all her health weirdness, her illness has been diagnosed and, with

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Welcome, friends, to Foot in your Mouth Mondays Wednesdays, Volume IIIMurphy reminded me that all of two weeks into my new tradition of posting stupid stuff I say every Monday, I forgot this week. Oops. But hey! I’m a good sport! I’ll just move it to Wednesday [note: some details have been changed to protect the innocent.] The scene: Casa de pseudo, friends over to watch the game.

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Law school, for me, happened kind of by accident. There were several reasons I didn’t want to keep teaching where I was teaching, and I was looking for other options- maybe different teaching jobs, maybe something in nonprofits, maybe grad school. I’d like to tell you that I did a lot of research and some soul searching and decided law was really the right career for me, but it was nothing so

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What do you do when the flu shot you got gives you the flu and even though you should be studying for your fast-approaching finals you feel like you want to die? You bake bread, of course. And then, like a total freakazoid, you take pictures of it. Because your spouse will think it's totally normal for you to say "no! you can't eat it yet! hands off until I take pictures!" Or maybe he'll

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When two of your alma mater's rivals are playing each other, who do you cheer for? The team that is, technically, considered your team's classic "rival," with a storied history of hard-fought games and insults slurred back and forth, but towards which you've never really felt all that much animosity? Or the team that's only kind of a rival, with less of the history, but whose students are so

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Almost too easy It appears that every weekend now I'm going to be posting something about advertisers appealing to the "stupid women!" demographic. Seriously? "I totally don't know what that means but I want it?" With the faux-hick accent? Argh.

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I have officially reached the level of "white guilt neurosis." Walking out of school this afternoon, I crossed the street in the middle of the block to get to my car, which was on the other side of the street and a little further down. As I started to cross I noticed, walking toward me, a young thugged-out black man, and even though I hadn't seen him before I started crossing the street, and

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I spend a fair amount of time cooking, and I really love it, but unlike some people, it's not an endeavor that typically creates beautifully creative and photogenic food so much as an exercise in trying to make dinner taste okay. But pomegranates, when they come in season, inspire me a bit. They're a bit too fancy pants for an everyday food, and yet when they're sitting there in the grocery

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Yuck. Just yuck. OJ Simpson is releasing the "definitive last chapter in the Trial of the Century" by doing an "exclusive interview" to coincide with the release of his new book: "If I Did It," which "hypothetically describes how the murders would have been committed." Come on, dude. If you get away with murdering two people- causing their deaths, ending their lives, forcing their families to

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So after owning a new camera for, oh, three months? I finally installed the software that goes with it so I can stop downloading pictures to John's computer and emailing them to myself whenever I want to use one in here. What precipitated this sudden bout of productivity, you ask? The burning, overwhelming need to show you this: This perfect storm of kitsch, angel, and Longhorn pride. It is a

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