Monday, November 30, 2009

Another Police Officer Shooting...

It seems like only a week ago a Seattle area police officer was shot down for no apparent reason. The Seattle community came together to support the officer's family in any way that we could, and the shooter was quickly found and brought down.

Now it has happened again, only this time it was 4 times over. The current suspect should not have been out on the street, and now four officers are dead because of it.

Our current judicial system is so flawed that we are allowing the most dangerous amongst us to walk the streets. It's so expensive to keep them incarcerated that we seemingly do everything to get them out. While they are incarcerated they aren't given any of the necessary tools to be successful outside of jail, so the first thing they do with their freedom is abuse the system and break our laws. I am not saying that I have the answers... but something needs to change.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The rules of the Grocery Line

I was at the grocery store with my girlfriend a few weeks back, and we had an interesting run in with another shopper in the check out line.

We were waiting in line. The line next to us was closed, but there was a bagboy cleaning the conveyor belt and workspace. A fellow shopper came and asked us if we were in line for the closed checkstand, to which we replied 'no'. She then asked the bagboy if his line was open, and he also replied 'no'. Okay! Problem solved! She simply gets in line behind us and we all go on with our day.

Well, another checker walked up from the back and said, "I can help the next person in line over here." I was the next person in line, so I moved by cart over to her checkstand... the same checkstand that the bagboy was cleaning. The woman who asked if I was in the closed checkstand then confronted me for getting in line at the now open checkstand. She felt that since she was asking about the 'then closed' checkstand, she should be first in line.

That is not how things work!

The checkstand was deemed closed, and is therefore is out of play. When the new checker opened the line it came into play, and seeing as I was the next person in line... I GET TO CHECK OUT NEXT!

Learn your checkout line rules PEOPLE! :)


Monday, November 23, 2009


Have you ever stopped to think about what motivates you in life? When you get right down to it, it seems to be personal needs. This answer came to me in the last ten seconds of thought, so I'm sure that there is a better answer... but I want to discuss this one.

Individuals need certain things... food, water, shelter. Really, it's quite easy to get these things. Okay, maybe not in this economy. However most times it is easy to go flip burgers for minimum wage to pay for a roof over your head and some ramen on your table. Why then doesn't everyone flip burgers or dig ditches? Answer: Relationships.

I care about my relationship with my Dad and my Mom. They took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. They selflessly take care of me still today. College was their idea, as it is for all parents concerning their children, and I am thankful for their nudge in the right direction. Actually, it was a giant push... but I'm still quite happy. I love my family, and am thankful for their guidance in my life. At what point do I stop relying on their ideas though? At what point do I stop taking cues from the relationships in my life and stand on my own two feet?

Alright, enough of the soul searching. I will think more about this and expand upon it. As humans we need relationships. If only it were that simple...


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Life Update!

Well, this past weekend I competed with some friends in the IKEA International Business Case Competition. We had to figure out an expansion plan for Apple's iPhone and put together a presentation over a 48 hour period. We presented on Monday and received nothing but complements from our judges, but we didn't win. I was a little bummed, but am still happy with the work that we did.

Also on Monday was the Law School fair on campus, where I was able to speak with a number of schools about their programs. The biggest change in my own perceptions was of the Arizona schools, which I am now very interested in. The number of schools that I am applying to seems to slowly keep growing. I am just happy to have discovered fee waivers...

Let's not forget that my birthday is on Saturday! I will finally shed all of the horrible stereotypes associated with being a teenager. Thank god!


Friday, November 13, 2009

Why are Seattle people non-confrontational?

Why are people in Seattle known for being so 'nice'? More importantly, why do we live up to that stereotype? All that stereotype says is that we are non-confrontational, which isn't healthy. I would describe myself as being pretty upfront in situations where I am comfortable, but in other situations I myself fall deep into that very stereotype...

Like when my apartment neighbor plays music that pulses through the wall, yet I make excuses to myself as to why I shouldn't confront him.

Like when the house next door has huge parties that keep me awake until 3 am, but I call the police to do my dirty work... that is if I even call them.

Like when people in movie theaters continually talk, or text, or actually make phone calls during the movie. I just want to yell and point and be CONFRONTATIONAL!!! but I don't. I sit and glare at them for good measure, but say nothing.

Like when people in class keep asking questions that have absolutely nothing to do with what we are learning, which only disrupts lecture and wastes my time and money. I want to go tell them to shut the f*$k up and listen to the highly educated man before us, but I don't.

My Dad grew up in Missouri where when there is a problem, everyone gets together and talks about it. If he has a problem with the city where he lives, he drives down to city hall and talks to them. If someone makes ANY noise whatsoever during a movie, he tells them to shut up. In many aspects of his life he doesn't take crap from anyone. I feel that I have found myself uncomfortably in between my dad and 'Seattle Nice'.

However I don't want to be Seattle Nice! I want to have my voice heard! Watch out world, because here comes one crazy bottle of CONFRONTATION just waiting to explode! Seattle Nice... HA! From here on out I am no longer going to bottle up the frustration that I have with the little things in life that can make or break you. I'm going to stand up for myself!

I think you should too.


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Medal of Honor Monument and Junior... ah!

This morning I woke up at 10:05 and raced onto campus to watch the dedication of the new Medal of Honor memorial on our campus, which was supposed to start at 10:00. Luckily for me it didn't start until about 10:30, so I got a nice spot upfront and enjoyed. There were Congressmen, our Governor, the school president, a general, our veterans, and of course a number of Medal of Honor recipients in attendance. It was such a wonderful dedication of a fitting monument to the most respected men in the history of our country. Did you know that Medal of Honor recipients are the only people that are saluted by the highest Generals of our country? Pretty cool!

I don't know why this feels corny, because I mean it in the most sincere way that I can. Thank you veterans for everything that you have sacrificed and faced in the name of our country. The American people may not always agree with your mission, but we should support you in every way that we possibly can. Today I heard a few stories about the treatment of Vietnam veterans when they returned home, and I can't say that I was too proud. I hope that our Veterans today are receiving a much better welcome home, and much more support when they get home.

On a lighter note, GRIFFEY IS BACK! I can't say that I am too surprised, but it is really nice to have it officially in the books. You can bet that I will be at Safeco next year to watch him play, and I encourage all of you to do the same. For decades to come, you will be able to reminisce that you saw Ken Griffey Jr. play baseball for Seattle. He truly is one of the greats.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Muslims in the Military

I have been thinking about this since I began hearing coverage of the shooting this past week in Ft. Hood, Texas... however a discussion today on my favorite podcast ( prompted this response. Why is the media immediately making the assumption that the shooter in this horrible tragedy went crazy in the name of Allah? From what I know, this man received his undergraduate and graduate degrees from American institutions. He then chose to serve his country as a doctor in the military. Why on earth would this man go through 4 years of undergrad, 6+ years of medical training, and an entire career in the military for the sole purpose of killing American soldiers?

The media has also latched onto the fact that his religious leader was anti-american, and he joined in religious service with the 9/11 hijackers. He even contacted this religious leader for help with a research project on the effects of military service on muslim Americans. However there is nothing concrete at this point in time to link the motivation for this attack to a religious maniac. This is not to say that this point will not become better founded in the days to come. He may very well be a crazy man killing for his God, however this should by no means be a reflection on the greater Muslim-American community.

Furthermore, this attack should by no means be a negative reflection on the broader Muslim-American population. Apparently some people are calling for a ban on Muslims serving in the United States Military. This is an absolutely absurd notion that hearkens back to such American tragedies as the Japanese Internment and our obsession with seeing a Communist everywhere we looked. Learn from history and stop jumping to conclusions. Whatever his motives, this was simply a crazy guy carrying out an unthinkable attack on American citizens and soldiers.

On a final note, what is happening in our country! There have been shootings all around us this weekend. A man was shot by police (for murdering a policemen) only a block from my parent's house. Lets all put the guns away for a while, eh?


Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My Reunion fell a little flat

I don't know if you are aware world, but I worked at a batting cage in SODO Seattle for about 5 years before becoming unemployed this past year. My old boss at Strikezone is a great guy, but he basically ran the business into the ground. In fact, I am quite impressed with how long he actually managed to keep the doors open! Well, I did everything down at the batting cage... from answering phones and doing my homework to giving baseball lessons and coaching a select team. My boss for the team I coached still owes me some money, and tonight I made my fateful reunion with Strikezone so that I could try and get paid...

Now Strikezone was a huge part of my life. In fact, my entire teenage years were spent within its glorious walls. I would hit there everyday. I started my own sporting goods business down there. I became well acquainted with the 'usual' customers, and Stikezone seemed to have an aura around it that I can't exactly explain. It was like a second home for me. Whenever things were great or horrible in my teenage years, I always had Strikezone as a getaway. I could write a book about everything that I learned and saw in my time down there. I miss the people, and the baseball...

Now at a glance, Strikezone hasn't changed much. The unfinished staircase has been painted battleship gray. All of the signs have been taken down and the furniture has been rearranged. The l-screens still have holes in them, and the pitching machine is still broken. However in my own little world, EVERYTHING had changed.

First of all, it's no longer called Strikezone. All of the usual customers are no longer around. All of the personalities that made it such a comfortable and inviting atmosphere are gone. There are no longer any walk in appointments, so the only people who show up are on teams. Seeing as I am the desk person and I'm not employed, they don't have anybody to greet you when you walk in. The walls that I painted are still the same. The turf that I rolled out is still there, and still green. The broken Iron Mike that I pieced back together with my own blood, sweat, and a few curse words is still an attention whore. However everything that made Strikezone a home for me is gone. Perhaps I am giving away the ending of my soon to be Pulitzer Prize winning book, but I now realize that it was the people who made Strikezone important in my life. Funny how I grew to love the 'thing', when in reality I loved the relationships that the 'thing' brought into my life.


Monday, November 2, 2009


Lately I have been having very vivid dreams that I actually remember when I wake up. I have never really remembered dreams before, so I figured I would take this opportunity to share a dream with you.

I was at my Uncle Sid and Sally's house (which is in Kansas City). They have a beautiful house in a nice neighborhood, and for as long as I can remember they have been improving their gigantic basement. I went down into their basement where they had added at least six bedrooms. The ceiling in the hallway that led to the rooms had a glass ceiling that was at least 80 feet above me. I went into my room and had a conversation with my dad about how luxurious the rooms are. I told him how it reminded me of a really nice hotel where one would go for the ultimate relaxation experience. I remember there being a huge spa tub in the room.

Then I went upstairs which had floor to ceiling windows and three huge projected televisions. Each tv had at least three couches around it. This living room was huge! I sat down to watch the Phillies Yankees world series game, and then I was there...

Someone had interrupted the game by throwing a rotten, hollowed out tree at home plate. When it struck the ground it shattered into a huge pile of sticks. I was sitting in the front row down the third base line, and I asked the security guard if I could help him pick up all of the sticks. He let me onto the field and I filled my arms with a bundle of sticks. I walked past the third base dugout to a door. I opened the door, and there was a cement door behind it. I opened that one and there was another cement door behind that one. This door led into the clubhouse where I followed some kid in Phillies gear to a corner where I dumped the sticks.

I then went back out onto the field where my old boss and baseball coach interviewed me, asking who I was rooting for. I told him I was rooting for the Phillies because I had family in Pennsylvania.

How is that for a dream! Hope you enjoyed the trip through my subconscious self.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Instant Replay and Baseball

(Warning: Curse words are used in a personal address to Commissioner Bud Selig. Please know that I do not condone such language in any but the most dire of situations.)

Baseball is the greatest sport on the face of the earth for many reasons... There aren't any clocks to worry about like football, basketball, and soccer. The playoff system actually makes sense. The defense is in control of the ball. A baseball player is forced to perform as an individual (offense), and as a team player (defense). It is a game of rythm. It is our Nation's history.

Now with Football in particular, the basic rules of the game change CONSTANTLY. I hear new rules every time I watch a game. Does he need to have two feet inbounds or just one? Did he hit the guy too low, or too high, or during the wrong time, or with too much aggression? Baseball doesn't have these problems. It is nearly perfect as it is... and yet Bud Selig (MLB Commissioner) thinks it necessary to change the game!

Why in God's name did you institute instant replay in baseball? The umpires are as much a part of the game as the Green Monster is at Fenway. If they blow a call, then they blow a call. There is no reason to have people in a booth somewhere across the country review the play! If the Umpire can't make the right call, FIRE HIM. Baseball is not a mechanized game, and never should be a mechanized game. Are you going to have a machine start calling pitches Mr. Selig? Adjusting to an umpire's strikezone is a part of the game. Are you going to have machines call a bang-bang play at first because you don't trust the umpire. It's a part of the game! Do not take away the heart and soul of our National Pasttime. Instant replay should never have been instituted, and you have now set a precedent for changes to come.

Now concerning the horrible job that the Umpires have been doing during this post season, this should reflect negatively on them as professionals. They should have to face review from Major League Baseball. However some idiot's inability to call a ball that clearly hit in fair territory a FAIR ball doesn't have any impact on the perfection of the game of baseball. This game is my love and my passion Mr. Selig. DO NOT FUCK IT UP!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The nuances of choosing your seat...

When I get onto the wonderful metro bus here in Seattle, I flash my UPASS at the driver and begin the epic search for a seat. I don't want to sit in the very front of the bus because they are reserved for the elderly and disabled, so I move right past them to the middle of the bus. Now these seats are arranged facing the front of the bus with two seats on each side... Enter my dilemma.

Why do you uppity mofo's sit in the aisle seat when there is no one sitting in the window seat! You know that this makes it extraordinarily difficult to sit next to you. No need to answer me, because I already know the answer... You think you are too good to sit next to someone else. You don't want to have to rub shoulders with the greater Seattle public. Do you not realize that you are riding the metro with every other person in Seattle? You are NOT better than the rest of us, and your high class ass certainly doesn't need two seats. Get over yourself and move on over!

Here are some more nuances to make your bus ride more pleasant. Earphones are meant to allow an individual to listen to music without forcing those around you to listen as well. Why then do you turn your music up SO LOUD that we all can hear it? Let me bump some explicit Kenny G the next time I sit next to you and see how you like it.

Why are you yelling into your cellphone in a confined public space!?! I don't want to hear about your ex-girlfriend, or how horrible your english is. Please do not speak loudly into your cell on the bus, especially if you find it necessary to say n*$$*r every other word.

PAY YOUR FARE! Don't get onto the bus if you know that you will have to beg the bus driver to let you off without paying. You are screwing over the rest of us by making us wait and listen to your pleas, as well as raising our fare to cover their lost income from riders like you!

In other words, please have some respect for your fellow riders. It makes all of our lives a lot less stressful.


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Grocery Shopping makes me happy...

This afternoon I was feeling a little blah, so I decided to do some grocery shopping. I don't know if it is just me, but grocery shopping makes me so happy! There is nothing more gratifying than planning the ways that I can nurish my body for the days (or weeks) to come. I started off with a grocery list and good intentions, but the impulse buyer inside me broke free. It was as if the budget conscious angel on my shoulder was silenced by the little devil who wanted nothing more than to satisfy my belly and psyche.

As I was wandering through the baked goods section of Costco, I set my eyes upon the double chocolate muffins (more a dessert than a breakfast item). The problem with the muffins is that you are forced to buy twelve of the little devils! Of course I convinced myself that I could just freeze the muffins that I'm not going to consume right away, and off they went into my shopping cart. I haven't eaten twelve muffins in my entire life, and here I go buying a dozen HUGE muffins in one trip. At least they were cheap...

I also began eyeing the 32 pack of coca cola for $9.99. You must understand that the strongest relationship that I have with a brand is with Coke. Everytime I pop open an ice cold coca cola it's as if angels have descended from heaven to relax me and assure me the world is indeed a great place. Of course I don't need coca cola, and on my budget should really only be drinking water, but I wanted it! Do I not deserve one guilty pleasure after leading the tedious lifestyle of a college student. I actually passed on the Costco coca cola, and drove straight to Safeway where I could get 36 cokes for the same price.

For all the mental anguish that I put myself through while grocery shopping, it gives me an hour or so to forget about all of the other stuff I should be worrying about. Sadly, I now have enough food to feed an army for a month... but in a month I will be back for another therepeutic moment at my local Safeway.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Does the green make it better?

I love ice cream, and I have to assume that the rest of America is right there along with me. Personally, ice cream and I seem to have an on-and-off relationship. The ice cream lures me in with its claims of being 'rich' and 'creamy', offering flavorful concoctions that can be nothing other than divine. Yet over time I grow weary with the nightly routine... I don't always want a bowl of ice cream after dinner. Sometimes I want a cupcake, or even Starburst jellybeans! Invariably I say the sad goodbye to ice cream, only to be lured in again at some later point in life.

You could say that I have just been reintroduced to ice cream, and more specifically Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. I was blissfully unaware of the baggage that MCC ice cream carries concerning one pivotal question... Does the green make it better? Who would know the chaos such a question can cause!

Now my millions of readers just burst out into fits, screaming their support or disdain for the light green color of most MCC ice cream. (I'm pretty sure that the question is what really started the Civil War.) Fear not, for I have yet to make up my mind. However, I will say that I am creating fond memories eating my green MCC ice cream and it will be hard to carry the burden of a boring bowl of white glop. I have also yet to meet someone who doesn't support their MCC ice cream being green... For the sake of science I will try to remain neutral as I conduct further research.


Friday, October 23, 2009

Legalize it!

While I was walking on the Ave today, the heart of the University District, a man offered to sell me some weed. Now I have heard numerous stories about the drug dealers of our eclectic little community, but in over four years I had yet to come across one. I'm a little self conscious about that fact for it certainly means that in the past I have not looked worthy of the drug dealer's goods, but I will save my insecurities for another post... :)

Now I have to ask why our Government has willingly placed the job of importing, regulating, and distributing a cash crop like marijuana into the hands of the uneducated 'gangstas' of our communities? The economic opportunity for our country in marijuana is profound! Think of the enormous amount of money we spend every year arresting and encarcerating pot smokers and dealers. Not only would that expense be eliminated, but an entire new economy would be created that our Government could tax the crap out of! Police officers rarely enforce marijuana laws anymore as it is.

For purely economic reasons, the United States of America should legalize marijuana. The people who smoke weed are going to smoke it whether it is legal or not, and those who aren't interested will remain uninterested. LEGALIZE IT!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

It's not a girl's car!

Today in my advertising class my teacher asked the class to name 'Girl's Cars', and my Jetta was named second only to a VW Beetle. Now I will admit that the new Jettas look very feminine. In fact, every Jetta since 2000 looks quite feminine... but not my car!

1. Being a 1998, it isn't the rounded smooth feminine look of new Jettas. It doesn't have the smooth elegant lines that women want in their cars. No, it has the rugged rigid look that women want in their man's car!

2. It has a manual transmission. Not that a woman can't drive a manual transmission, but it truly is a feature of a man's car. I take pride in my skills driving a manual!

3. My Jetta is a diesel. It is loud! It billows black smoke (sort of). It gets amazing gas mileage. A diesel engine is a man's engine! There is an entire forum devoted to TDI engines (

Now that I have puffed out my chest and declared my car 'manworthy', I must admit that I have fallen in love with my car. Oh, the adventures we have shared together! May we be so lucky as to have many more manworthy adventures to come...

Monday, October 19, 2009

LSAT Score Revealed to the World!

Ok, not really... However I did get my LSAT scores this past Friday, and have since experienced quite the flux of emotion. I had dreams of Harvard knocking down my door with full ride scholarships and a Ferrari that no one would have to know about. On the flip side, I had dreams of receiving a score that was so horrible my Undergraduate Institution kicked me out. Now I would classify my score as acceptable. I certainly did not do as well as I had expected, however I did not do so poorly as to rethink my decision to attend law school. In retrospect, my score made attending law school much more of a reality...

Am I going to be able to afford such a huge investment? I am 100% not interested in working for large firms that eat up young lawyers and spit them out like it's nothing. I am also not interested in helping you get divorced, or helping you sue your sister for stealing your '84 Honda Accord. Rather, my interests lie in helping people who are living with an injustice that they are not in the position to fight. I basically want to help the people who don't have the money to pay me back... To be fair, I am also interested in business law but have not given it much thought. Now helping the less fortunate among us sounds quite romantic, but the reality is that few people do it because they can't. With over $100,000 in debt from law school, young lawyers are forced to choose between their passion (and poverty) and selling out to big firms (with no life but an Audi in the driveway). I have been contemplating whether this is a good investment for myself, and the best I can come up with right now is, "Follow you dreams and the rest will work itself out."

Seems a bit vague to me, but we shall see...

Now I am pretty sure that I will get accepted to a law school. The question now is which one? Without diving into the guessing game, the early contender is Seattle University. It is a good school (tier 2) in the northwest, and has programs that I am interested in. Again I say, we shall see.

Here is my public thanks to my friends and family for your support through my up's and down's. It would have been much tougher without you.

"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great ones make you feel that you too can become great." --Mark Twain

Friday, October 16, 2009

Am I actually subsidizing rape?

My two main points: I want to see where my tax money goes, and I can't believe how absurd the bipartisanship has gotten in the other Washington.

I would like to begin this little rant with a few caveats... I understand that we have a system in the USA that is currently 'working' on a foundation of our taxpayer dollars. I love my country, and I realize that it takes taxpayer dollars to keep it running. Alright, now that I have declared myself a patriot...

I have never in my life spent so much money without any idea where it goes! Mr. President, (who I voted for), I want a receipt that tells me exactly where my money goes. Am I helping to pay for a bridge down in Georgia? Fine! Am I paying the salary of the towel boy in the Senate Locker Rooms? Fine! I am perfectly fine paying my taxes. In fact, I believe that it is my patriotic duty to give back to this system that has provided so much for me. I just want to know where it goes... is that too much to ask?

Now the entire reason that I came upon this subject was a little discussion that Jon Stewart had the other night considering "No Rape" clauses that employees of Government Contractors have signed. Apparently a woman working for a Government Contractor overseas was gang raped by her coworkers, but upon returning to the states she wasn't allowed to sue for rape. Why you might ask? Well in the fine print of a contract she signed to commence her employment, she agreed not to sue for rape.

Now a Democrat introduced legislation that would force all Government Contractors to forgo the 'No Rape' clause. Seems like a no brainer to me... Yet, 30 Republicans voted against the bill!

I wanted to put a little space after that sentence to allow you to contemplate what that means. There must be some rational explanation. One Republican claimed that it is not the Government's place to dictate what can and cannot be written into private contracts. However, it is absolutely the place of the Government to ensure that the companies that they hire are not trampling on the rights of their employees. I simply don't want my money going to support such Government contracts!

My Conclusion: Again Republicans and Democrats are at each others throats over who will hold future office, while forgetting that they are in our capitol to represent us! A republican certainly cannot support a democrat's bill because it may be seen as a democratic victory... and it goes both ways. If we have learned anything over the last eight years, it is that we should be seeking AMERICAN victories rather than party victories. I frankly don't care what party you're in. Look at our Constitution and the Law of our country and do what's right for OUR future, or GET OUT OF OFFICE!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

For hat lovers

What is a hat to you? Perhaps it is a floppy golf hat, or a formal derby, or even a 360-bill fishing cap... Well for me there is nothing more than the New Era 59-50 On Field Performance hat. I know, it sounds more like the next greatest technological innovation than a man accessory. However there is great history behind my loyalty...

As a young child my Dad took me to a store and bought me a fitted Mariners cap. Now, I became the biggest hat snob of my school. 'Oh, your hat isn't fitted? Well mine is!' Yet the hats at that time were made of cotton and would shrink so you had to buy a hat that was either too big, or you had to commit yourself to not sweating or wearing it in the rain. Outside of the $30 price tag, this was the only drawback. Leave such a problem to the great minds of New Era and by God they fixed it...

I was unsure of making the change at first, but I figured that if the Pro's are wearing the new polyester mix hat then I could too. I fell in love all over again. You can buy a hat that actually fits your head and expect it to stay that way forever! Sweat still leaves sweat stains, but true hat fanatics will not allow their hat to be doused in sweat. I love my hats as I loved my blanket when I was a young child. They are perhaps the greatest man accessory ever made!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Ode to Testicles!

I would like to tell you all a story about a little Boxer (dog) named Harry. My folk's left for Missouri about four months ago with the goal of riding their bikes across the state (which they did). However they came back with much more than sore butts... Enter Harry Potter Truman! He wasn't even ten pounds at the time and fit comfortably cradled in one arm. The little dot on his upper lip was so cute...

Well inevitably he began to grow. 10 lbs, 20 lbs, 30 lbs, 40 lbs, 50 lbs, 60 lbs, and all in just four months. Now Harry is the first male dog that I have seen grow through adolescence, and he didn't just gain weight. Why he gained some testicles... (balls, gonads, family jewels), and boy was he anxious to take them for a test drive. The dog across the street went into heat a few weeks ago and Harry happily ventured across the street (getting shocked by a shock collar the entire time) to have a smell. It spelled doom for my little dog...

Today marks the very destruction of his little manhoods (nuts, cojones, stones). This morning he was the happiest dog alive, but now he sits down in his crate on drugs that surely can't overcome the emotional trama of having his man tonsils cut off! It is no wonder that there are so many animals out there, but only dogs qualify as man's best friend. No one has ever claimed Dogs were the smartest animals in the world. Would you want to become friends with someone who will eventually cut your love spuds off! I didn't think so...

So I now raise my Coca Cola to Harry Potter Truman, who today sits in a drugged out stupor that is only delaying his knowledge of the trauma that has befallen him. I love you Harry, and I hope that you can one day forgive us...


Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Well, for the last few months I have been stressing myself to the max about the LSAT, and law school, and graduating from UW, and anything else I possibly could stress about. I let stress break me down to a fraction of the happy person that I was before deciding upon law school, but I am declaring it time to rebuild! Perhaps it was my first blog posts yesterday, but I feel that 'structure' will be my Moses (who lead the israelites through the red sea for those who don't know). I have taken steps to introduce a formal structure and plan into my life!

For starters, I have a short paper due next Monday that I begun yesterday. Now you must know that I can usually be found writing papers at 11:30 the night before it is due, so this is quite the ideological change for me. I even emailed my Teaching Assistant regarding the structure of the paper. I am emailing my TA about a 3-4 page paper in the very basic introductory history course as a senior about to graduate with honors. Absurd you say! Well I say focused!

I have also committed myself as of late last night to taking the one hundred push up challenge (! Basically it is a guided six week work out program where at its completion you should be able to do one hundred pushups straight! There is also the two hundred situps challenge and the two hundred squats challenge which I figure I will do as well. We will see how long my motivation holds out, but I have already completed day 1! Rocky, here I come!!!

I am also supposed to be learning Spanish through self study so that I can test into an upper level Spanish course and graduate on time. Now, you would think that graduation would be my biggest motivating factor at the present, but this damned Rosetta Stone is not all that it's cracked up to be. It is the same screen over and over again, but with new words. I must hold strong though! I must resist the dark side of the force!

Now that I have referenced the Old Testament, Rocky (the original of course), and Star Wars, I feel it is time to study for that Finance quiz tomorrow. Let this be my public declaration that I am back and ready for life!


Monday, October 12, 2009

LSAT Experience (For those who took or are about to take the LSAT)

In my first blog post I promise to write about my LSAT test day experience, and while I was studying for the LSAT I would have loved to hear a first hand account... so here it goes.

When I first began contemplating the idea of law school I didn't have the faintest idea what the LSAT (Law School Admission Test) was. I had to learn all about LSAC (Law School Admission Council and the CRS (Credential Referral Service), but enough with the acronyms. I learned that the LSAT is a hellacious test that forces your mind to process huge amounts of data in a very short period of time. I found that I could easily get all of the answers correct if I had an hour for each of the five sections, but you only get 35 minutes a piece. I bought the Powerscore bibles ( and the the three published LSAC books of Preptests and went to work.

I started in June by reading through and taking notes on the bibles. About mid July I began going through timed individual sections of the preptests, and by the end of August I began taking tests. Now campus is basically deserted during the summer, so I would go on campus at 8:00 in the morning (to simulate the actual testing time) and connect my laptop to a projector in the business school. Using the LSAT Proctor dvd, I would take the tests. This was a godsend for me because it allowed me to actually focus on the test rather than my wrist watch. I kept this up throughout September and was actually relieved come test day that the grind was over. I did almost thirty complete timed tests...

Now the test was on a Saturday, so on Friday my Dad took the day off from work and we went hiking up at Sunrise (Mt. Rainier). We hiked the Burroughs trail, which I highly recommend. Aside from the sheer beauty of the scenery and the pleasure of breathing fresh mountain air, the hike served as a nice getaway from it all to get a little perspective on life. I would highly recommend some sort of getaway the day before the test. DO NOT STUDY! You need as much mental stamina as you can get on test day, and studying the day before can only hurt you. Get your mind right for christ's sake!

The night before I got my one gallon zip lock bag full of testing materials put together. I set two alarms, put in some ear plugs (greek row is noisy during the summer), and struggled through a night of restless sleep. I woke up early the next morning and had my normal breakfast. Do not make yourselves a huge breakfast! Your nerves will get the better of you, and you may end up regretting that four egg ham and cheese omelet. Now, LSAC suggests that you leave a half hour early to make sure you get there on time. For some reason I interpreted this as 'leave a half hour before I am supposed to arrive'. So although I arrived at 8:15 for an 8:30 test, I was one of the last people to get into the check in line.

Now I took my test at Kane Hall at UW, which has huge auditoriums for our notorious 400 person freshman lectures. We had to turn out our pockets and reveal the contents of our zip lock bag before entering the testing room, which I didn't get into until after 9:00. At the check in desk they made me sign my ticket, and then I went up to my seat. After everyone was seated the staff came around and fingerprinted us before reading the testing instructions and handing out the test. We filled out our personal information on our answer sheets and began potentially the most important test of our lives, or so it feels like.

Some interesting notes: At break there was a mad dash of hundreds of test takers for a single bathroom with two stalls. I had to go to another building, which was a bit unexpected...

There weren't really any big disturbances during the test, although people sporadically had to leave for a bathroom break. Train your bladders and hold off on that second cup of coffee!

I hope that helps, and please feel free to contact me with any questions!


Introduction and musings of the LSAT

Well hello! This is my first actual non-academic blog post, so I believe an introduction is in order. I am a fifth year senior at the University of Washington, and am so damned close to getting a degree in history and a degree in business administration that I can taste it! I have a wonderful girlfriend who has no idea that I have taken up blogging, although she will know soon enough :) I grew up in the Seattle area, so my views are inherently a little to the left. I spent the last year taking Native American history courses and interning with the Duwamish Tribal Government. This knowledge and the related experiences have led me to consider and ultimately decide upon going to law school.

Now law school is a funny thing. Given the current economic crisis facing our country (which I heard today on KIRO 97.3 FM that we are actually climbing out of) I would assume that a record number of people are applying to law school. I mean, who would want to venture out into this job market when you could hide in law school for another three years? However, my Dad pointed out an article that claims fewer people are applying due to the financial obligations associated with graduate work. I guess there are always two sides to every story. My point is that I feel that there is going to be healthy competition to get into good schools. Now I am in a pretty comfortable academic situation going into applications, but who would have known that there is this monster lurking in the waters that preys upon the hopes and dreams of unsuspecting law school applicants... I am frightened to even speak its name, but for the sake of my new blog I feel I must. Yes, it is the LSAT.

One half day test that means more than four (or in my case five) years of college. I am fortunate enough to have that god forsaken test in my past, having taken it on September 26, but I am still waiting for my score. I will fill a different post with my thoughts on the LSAT, for the entire reason that I have taken to spilling the wanderings of my mind into a blog is to deal with the stress! I have four days until one little score will be branded on me like a tattoo that can never be removed. My mind has been filled since test day with discussions from pompous assholes who have felt the need to post their scores of 176 and 178 (cough, *bullshit*, ahem) all over the internet, and yet I keep searching for more. Somewhere is the one post that will make all of my anxiety go away! Right?

Wrong, I know. There is no comfort outside of 'I know I did my best', and thoughts that 'when one door closes, another always opens.' Perhaps some of you have turned to your God for peace of mind. I have turned to blogging. It seems to have worked for now... Cheers!

P.S. If you haven't listened to the podcast 'Too Beautiful to Live ( you simply aren't living life. You can check it out on itunes as well. I have nothing to do with the show outside of being a fateful Ten.