For those interested in trenchantism, read the always-readable Hilzoy on HIV and AIDs. For those looking for meandering bloviating that goes nowhere, there's more below the fold.
Like John Cole, Only Less So
Via John Cole, I discover that I am like John Cole, only less so. And, since I somewhat kinda agree with the result of the OKCupid Politics test, I'll somewhat kinda endorse it: You are a Social Liberal (68% permissive) and an economic conservative (60% permissive). You are best described as a Libertarian. (Presumably, the non-crazy kind.)
(Cole also tests out at social liberal [70% permissive] and an economic conservative [73% permissive]. More disturbing, we're both Buffy fans. FYI, John: Season Five sucked. Season Two is all you need.)
Wherein I give into the man:
Go see Serenity next weekend, when it opens. Sucks or no, Josh Whedon has earned a kick-ass opening weekend.
Wherein I explain where I've been the last month:
Well, I've been busy. Or, in part, enjoying the results of getting busy.
1. I finally answered a 285-paragraph second amended complaint, the first iteration of which was filed on December 2, 1996. (For the non-lawyers among you: eight-plus years to answer a complaint is a shockingly long time. Not The Pickwick Papers, maybe, but close. Or, put it this way: I started working on this case the day I started at my first firm -- September, 1999 -- at which time it had been pending for almost three years. I'm still working on it, and trial is still several years away. For the lawyers: yes, on various motions to dismiss the whole time; yes, we won quite a bit; yes, it's one of those cases that really defy explanation.)
2. I somehow acquired a reputation as a reasonably-good legal writer, which has resulted in me writing a helluva lot more. Better than the alternative, I suppose. (Me or my in sentence number one? Gut says me, but gut is sometimes wrong -- too much Kerouac causes you to favor cadence over grammar, I've found. Yet, Strunk and White are beyond my grasp.)
3. Did the Chicago triathlon, but all you get is a tiny, tiny photo:
Now, immediately forget why I look like ;-)
4. Pick out the best line in the following lyric (Jawbreaker, Bivouac, Like A Secret):
Don't talk me down from here.
Let me fly this kite without a string.
Goes much higher than these buildings.
It is, faster than your tv.
Larger than your life, like silver.
Colder than deep water.
It is better than a switchblade.
Hides mountains in its shadow, like a secret.
Yup, "better than a switchblade." It may not be --
Banquo: It'll be rain tonight.
First Murderer: Let it come down.
[They all converge upon Banquo.]
-- but it's good nonetheless. (In art, violence is almost always more powerful when it's implied -- not expressed.)
5. Oh, and my wife's pregnant with our first child. (Yowser!, to paraphrase Inspector Gadget.)
6. Take note that my first draft of the above sentence, "we're pregnant with our first child," was discarded on the grounds that it was a goddamm lie.
7. Take second note that, according to my Grandmother -- who, incidentally, has been doing pretty well of late (putting the lie to my pessimism) -- that "goddamm" is not, technically, taking the Lord's name in vain.
8. Also, I hate Inspector Gadget. I mean, really, really, hate it.
9. Finally, for the record, I was totally flexing for the camera in the picture #3. Pretty sad, ain't it?
This is your "give-von-advice" open thread.