tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59694522011-04-21T20:42:44.680-03:00Irregularly Posting Since 2003Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.comBlogger2781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1265178212866340202007-05-10T14:11:00.000-03:002007-05-10T14:15:03.488-03:00

Dan and I have been meaning to fill out immigration forms for nigh on a year now, but we're making progress (motivated by job searching) which is good news. In looking at forms I realized that we've never celebrated our anniversary, which is sorta strange. How then could I know when we first started going out?Simple: the blog. So this l'il web diary is useful in more ways than simply giving my

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It shouldn't be hard: she kicks ass, and is so absolutely adorable in those santa clause robes the Supreme Court wears.See those smiles? Those are smile of relief. Woot! No more mooting!

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Someday I would like to figure out what it is about being here that makes me feel so good. It's not just the warm, fuzzy, soft-but-not-too-soft couches. Though they help, don't get me wrong.And it's not just Montreal, with it's lust for life, availability of anything, and pencil-thin-girls in pencil-thin-heels. (The girls made me feel inadequate, until all my friends commented about how in

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-80291780549791304272007-02-26T18:00:00.000-04:002007-02-26T18:09:36.697-04:00

It's over! The excitement / dread / pandemonium of mooting. My latest (and last) moot is done. And I've decided it was my favourite mistake of the year.Favourite because I was able to go to Ottawa and visit the Vimy guides, thereby enjoying an excellent reunion. Also, Sara is engaged! Woot![Mistake because French is HARD. Legal French very. But I steeeel dee-liver eet een a verry sexy

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Well, I've migrated to the Blogger Beta. And, quite frankly, this is a test of whether the new posts actually will have comments, or if I will have to tinker with the decidedly non-blogger template.(which I don't think I'm ever going to want to change: it could be better, but I love that look. To be frank, it's the closest I've ever come to a picture of the best moment of my life. Do you know

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There's this line in Hannibal where Clarisse Starling saysNot that I knew where your premises is. Or is it, where your premises are?Wonder no longer. Aww yeah, grammar is cool.

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While I was getting my hair cut [during my clandestine visit to Montreal, to be kept especially secret from Jesse Gainer on pain of hurting his feelings... oh wait.. damn]Anyway, while I was getting my hair cut I attempted an almost-not-awkward conversation in French with my hair-cutting lady, and she confided something that was an overwhelming relief of "Oh wow, I'm not the only person who does

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1162865791092944492006-11-06T22:07:00.000-04:002006-11-06T22:16:31.146-04:00

Hi there, it's your friendly guest editor and author's significant other. I just thought that while Sarah is away in Montreal - and considering the topic of her last post - I'd point this out to you. When I saw this I thought, "finally!" because really, the future is so, so slow in getting here. Yes, this is neat, but I'm ready for real robot friends. I want surfing the net to be something more

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1161284214254633642006-10-19T15:40:00.000-03:002006-10-19T15:56:54.273-03:00

I just visited William Gibson's blog for the first time, a move inspried by my ever-growing adoration for his books in general and Pattern Recognition in particular.For those of you who are unaware, Gibson is my Woodstock. Well, something like that anyway. His novel, Neuromancer, was the first to win all three major sci-fi awards: the Hugo, the Nebula and the Philip K. Dick. It is also my

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1161118824728435292006-10-17T17:44:00.000-03:002006-11-03T23:07:47.583-04:00

I've been thinking a lot about long term relationships lately, for a variety of reasons. A few close friends have been breaking up, which brings up the inevitable "Why? Why? Why?". I think it's important to deflect this painful question to the more constructive "What next?", but in the quiet that follows I have to admit: it's a good question to ask.I still don't know why my first committed

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1161003431827693422006-10-16T09:38:00.000-03:002006-10-16T09:57:11.843-03:00

I'm nostalgic for Hong Kong this morning. My family went over in 2002 to visit Emilie: it was the best family vacation we've ever had.I miss it, even though I was only there for maybe 7 days. I think I want to travel again. It got me thinking, when will I do that again? When I'm being self-indulgent I dream about honeymooning in Paris - I really love that city. But maybe Hong Kong would be

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1160750446443028542006-10-13T11:32:00.000-03:002006-10-13T11:40:46.470-03:00

Ahhhh! Did I miss Arran's birthday?Ever notice how birthdays pile up? My mom reminded me on Wednesday that I've missed one grandmother's birthday and was about to miss another. Have I missed more?Probably. Well, definitely, considering how often I send birthday cards [twice a year. Mom and Dad]. What, you mean all my other friends were born on particular days too?I get resentful when I

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1159796330668953472006-10-02T10:22:00.000-03:002006-10-02T10:38:50.693-03:00

Thanks go out to Eddie without whom I might never known the terrible Sailor Moon truth. At a moment when I was desperate for some procrastination, Eddie and YouTube came through. As a recovering Moonie, this is exactly the sort of relapse I needed.Relapses are good when you're preparing for a very public mock trial, aka the Smith Shield. It's funny - the more I watched the first season of

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1155073802084129672006-08-08T18:34:00.000-03:002006-08-08T18:50:02.123-03:00

A part of working is feeling as though you've earned your fun time. So when the occasional free weekend comes along, it's entirely possible that one might go a little overboard.And I did go overboard, with a vengence. And it felt gooooood.It started Friday night, when I successfully managed a rental from Enterprise. Don't laugh. It's hard to rent a car from those guys. Which is why, though I

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ARRRR!Heh heh. If I ever get fired from the firm, that's the line I'll use. Avast! Now how will I feed my little corporate pirate babies?!

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1153662498465467482006-07-23T09:54:00.000-03:002006-07-23T10:48:18.526-03:00

It's been so long since I've posted, I've almost list the knack of it. Oh well, here goes:I'm on a business trip. My first ever, and to Cape Breton. Every inch of it: I've been sent to do title searches as each of Cape Breton's four land registries. Port hood, Baddeck, Arichat and now Sydney. I must say, it's been a long time since I've seen Port Hood, and it's more beautiful than I remember

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1151015395590757112006-06-22T19:24:00.000-03:002006-06-23T07:53:09.743-03:00

Hello dear readers, I'm back in the driver's seat, since Sarah's off to England for Emilie's graduation and I am all by myself in Halifax, and I'll be here exercising my editorial powers judiciously. My first act as emperor is to bring you world-class French turntablists [via WFMU].

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1149891536003983982006-06-09T18:57:00.000-03:002006-06-22T19:24:49.006-03:00

So, ever since Dan decided to turn his blog into some kinda mystic oracle, he's been kind enough to post interesting tidbits on my blog. Which is good, because, as you've all kindly said, it was getting a little mouldy in here.(Though I did so enjoy leaving that mushy picture up for so long. Dan's in L-O-V-E! Aww, lookit him blush).Wow, so, uh, lots to say. Highlights that stand out are:Spring

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1149879287019381692006-06-09T15:46:00.000-03:002006-06-09T16:03:18.630-03:00

First item, a correction, thanks to Andrew: "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!" is a tribute to the shenanigans of some stoned X-Men fans. You can see the evidence (all nine breathtaking minutes) here.Second item: I normally operate according to the maxim that, musically, if Everybody else likes it then I don't. In fact just the idea that everybody won't stop raving about a band can make me strongly

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Sorry, "X3." The big deal with respect to this movie, at least for Halifax, is Ellen Page. I won't spoil the movie for those of you who want to see it, but something happened in the theatre that made me think: Why do audiences laugh at (what I consider) inappropriate moments? So Ellen Page's character, who looks to be about 14, is in the midst of rescuing this special mutant, etc. etc. with large

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1148485424123060442006-05-24T12:36:00.000-03:002006-05-24T12:43:44.146-03:00

So since Sarah just DOESN'T HAVE TIME to update her blog, I'll do it for her (seeing as how mine is so up to date). And if she doesn't like it she can change it herself.In recent news, Sarah works all the time at a certain law firm in Halifax now known by an acronym that means "to bite down hard." Also, Thursday is her birthday. She will be twenty-four. The plan is to go out to dinner and, on the

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1139939390180617092006-02-14T12:48:00.000-04:002006-02-14T13:49:50.280-04:00

Happy Valentine's Day ev'rybody! The sun is shining, it's a be-autiful day in Halifax, and I've done tons of laundry. Very productive, feels good.I thought I'd take the day to re-publish a much beloved picture. I believe we owe this one to Arran - in more ways that one: she took it, and developed it herself. Remember that night? Jesse's house on the way back to Montreal. 99 luftballons on

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1139422411026775392006-02-08T13:38:00.000-04:002006-02-14T12:46:27.083-04:00

The last time I wrote a ridiculously long post, I had a bit of a side-bet going on with Dan."I'll bet no one reads this through" I told him."No, I think people will" says he."Alright, I'll slip the news of the engagement in at the end. Let's see who reads it through first." said I.Jesse Gainer, you win.In all seriousness, I was pretty happy with the response. Well, I'm pretty happy, period. But

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1136482586739537222006-01-05T12:19:00.000-04:002006-01-05T13:36:26.806-04:00

I'm back in Halifax after a fun and eventful vacation in Sydney.It was pretty crazy here, for a while. I was writing the paper in the midst of exams, and it was becoming so big in my mind and remaining so small on paper that I thought I was losing my mind. I pretty much wrote my family law exam as an afterthought: the paper was due the next day and Family was open book.I will never be able to

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1134022940045508922005-12-08T02:21:00.000-04:002005-12-08T02:22:20.056-04:00

Dear blog,I haven't forgotten about you. Really. I've just been eating, breathing, living Evidence law.And Constitutional's tomorrow.So chin up: I won't neglect you forever.Love,-S

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1132956354107131022005-11-25T18:03:00.000-04:002005-11-25T18:05:54.116-04:00

Oh wow.Visiting Taz for the best and brightest in vinyl and CDs, I saw this compilation. My first CD that I played on my first CD player [which I still own: Sonys last forever]. It's very pleasant to regress.Next time I'll get Big Shiney Tunes 2 and the time travel will be complete!More to follow on Thanksgiving...

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Point is she's *gasp* right. Wow, life is pretty good.Actually, life is very good. It's nigh on impossible to write about, because a whole lot of that has to do with Dan. You just can't do justice to some things [love and other bliss] in writing, if at all. But here's a short try.It's like listening to your new favourite song. The minute I wake up in the morning it's like hearing those opening

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1132763192477827702005-11-23T12:16:00.000-04:002005-11-24T15:25:14.253-04:00

Much Music's in town, I've been reading Ali's Blog and I went to Andrew's for Thanksgiving dinner this weekend. All together, this gives material for a blog.I guess it's boils down to what my Mom and I were talking about the last couple of times she's called. She was talking about the Toronto job thing, but it applies pretty generally. The basic points were:Life, such as it is, is pretty good.You

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1132693943926148762005-11-22T17:07:00.000-04:002005-11-22T17:12:23.936-04:00

Well, the word's out: the moot went well, and I'm off to the regionals in February. Free trip to Moncton! It doesn't get any better than that...Unless, of course, we make it to Ottawa. That is better. But baby steps, baby steps.I'm excited. It's lots of work in January, but that's when I want to work. That's a good time to do something busy. [Just checked: this does not conflict with

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1132337699935615342005-11-18T14:08:00.000-04:002005-11-18T14:14:59.946-04:00

Minor blogger rant:Do this activity with me. Go to google and do an image search. Look for cocktails. And what do you find?25 - some very potent cocktails.This is a picture from my birthday. Taken from "Le Crocodile", a very memorable [or, rather, lack of memorable] Parisian bar.About 1/2 the traffic to this blog comes via a search for this image. Ridiculous! I'm contemplating putting it on a

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1132163671600553852005-11-16T13:36:00.000-04:002005-11-16T13:54:31.650-04:00

After the drama and excitement that was interview week, it can hardly be surprising that my regular life seems dull in comparison.But it has been a few days and I've entirely recovered from my momentary dissapointment [I never wanted them anyway, etc, etc] and I have something new to rant / complain / panic about.First things first: my, what a damp province this is. I know it's warmer than

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131639682607281122005-11-10T12:10:00.000-04:002005-11-10T12:21:22.620-04:00

So.. they haven't called. I feel like a broken drumstick, as Ringo once put it. Only a bit though. Hey, I tried my best, it was exciting and I actually do have a better idea of what I want to do post-school. Commercial litigation!And they could always call later today... [denial].It's already a little funny.. Dan's semi-concious from a seriously bad cold [I *think* it might be the same one I

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131557994500679992005-11-09T13:38:00.000-04:002005-11-09T16:29:45.610-04:00

I've just had a minor heart attack. Checking the firm site for the last time, the guy I met yesterday is on the recruiting committee. Shiver.Nevermind that: Jesse G's blogging! And enjoying suits, evidently. Seriously, I'm pleased: keeping in touch is a very good thing.Now I have have to keep re-reading my comments so as not to miss juicy details [golf! kahkis!].Now just don't fall by the

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131557822743453282005-11-09T13:09:00.000-04:002005-11-09T13:38:16.280-04:00

It was getting late, and I was worrying about the flight, but the recruiting director called back around 1, inviting me to come in at 3. A little dance of happiness ensued. But wait: the flight was leaving at 8, who knew how long the meeting would go.. if I was in there for two hours I really wouldn't have time to come back to the apartment and then head for the airport. Solution: bring the bags

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131468153904547412005-11-08T12:35:00.000-04:002005-11-08T12:42:33.906-04:00

I called first interview as soon as I got home. And then the waiting begins...I want to come home tonight. There's a flight, I can go to class tomorrow, I'll be next to the phone tomorrow afternoon. But what if they want to see me tomorrow?What if first interview doesn't call to invite me back today?I'll have to cancel the flight. Or call them. Can I say I want to leave before tomorrow? I

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131467725989616052005-11-08T12:26:00.000-04:002005-11-08T12:35:25.990-04:00

YES! Spot kicks cocktail party and dinner going butt.It was eeeaaaassssyyy. I showed up at 7, on the dot. No fashionably late for me: this may have something to do with Ingrid's apartment being literally up the street from the restaurant the firm rented out for the night. Holy moly. And they're off! Spot bends ears about debating, Dalhousie-going [oh, your sons/daughters go/went to the same

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131467135367335822005-11-07T12:16:00.000-04:002005-11-08T12:25:35.370-04:00

The thing with insomnia is, you really are convinced you've been up all night. How can you tell the difference, when you stare at the wall when you're awake? But, even though it felt like I was up a lot, I was beyond awake by 7. Ingrid's pre-interview prepping "so, why this firm?" had me forgetting everything I knew. Why this firm? Why me? Give me a job!!!I did the thing I always do when

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131466558709364152005-11-06T12:12:00.000-04:002005-11-08T12:15:58.720-04:00

One thing I've always appreciated about big cities: it's so easy getting from the airport to downtown. Public transit, baby! One hour and I was at Ingrid's, slightly dopey from the flight and happy to settle in.While Ingrid set off for work [on a Sunday? Articling sucks] I made the one and only meal I can: Cantwell Macaroni! Delicious, and Ali came over for dinner. Then, off to the

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131239778178721902005-11-05T21:05:00.000-04:002005-11-05T21:16:18.190-04:00

I should've stepped off my Canjet flight about 30 minutes ago. Instead I'm at home, waiting for the 10:30 flight tomorrow morning.Augh. I left my wallet in the backseat of my drive [parental] and so spent a frantic 2 hours tracking it down. I got it hand-delivered, but it cost me in "I told you so's".The canjet folks, on the other hand, were exceptionally decent. They changed my flight free of

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131037765852068022005-11-03T12:54:00.000-04:002005-11-03T13:09:25.910-04:00

Hello world!I'm much comforted by everyone's comments, so I'll thank you all off the bat. Jessica, I'm very glad you said hi. Hi back!Needless to say, I took Ingrid up on her offer: thanks Ingrid! [hmm, many exclamations here]. In talking to her I realized that this is actually the easy part, law school I mean. Hrm. That isn't very comforting, actually. These past two weeks were really

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1131038446453027002005-11-01T12:00:00.000-04:002005-11-03T13:20:46.453-04:00

Arran left this morning, and I miss her already. It was wonderful, like she'd/I'd never left. Indulged in some serious fantasising: what if she moved here? Would she like it? The dynamic was different this time around, even better than before. The two of us living together makes it easy to give undivided attention, and everyone had a lot of fun. Lots of pool, a very good, very drunken night

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1130598059736866682005-10-29T11:31:00.000-03:002005-10-29T12:04:00.613-03:00

Arran will be here in an hour!I'm very happy, maybe more so because it was a bit of a surprise. Like the time I came home from ice cream with Alpna and everyone I knew and liked (Fei!) was waiting at my house, a surprise 16th birthday. I remember wondering what the big deal was about being 16, but that was the year I fell in love for the first time.Woah. Non-sequiter. Back that up a bit and you

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1130257446594590782005-10-25T13:19:00.000-03:002005-10-25T13:24:06.600-03:00

All my years of failing to keep in touch are coming back to bite me on the ass.

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1130008196804306172005-10-22T16:02:00.000-03:002005-10-22T16:17:59.930-03:00

Why do I have Jingle Bells in my head?I'm making progress on the first of two major assignments due this week, mostly through the judicious use of personal guilt.Those of you not reared in the tradition of Roman Catholicism might labor under the misapprehension that guilt is a bad thing. Not so. Guilt is wonderful for getting work done.But it does have some negative side-effects, to wit

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1129650898930367192005-10-18T12:44:00.000-03:002005-10-18T12:54:58.936-03:00

And I only got an interview.. but...WOOOOOOOT! I'm a coming to Toronto, November 6ish. I am so uber-excited it hurts.I don't know if it's the job itself or the comfort an interview gives, but I feel good.If I'm lucky and polished and not a nervous wreck I might get the job. One of Canada's major firms, tons of interesting work, commercial litigation: I'm on cloud nine.But, as Dan said, the

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1129557747413779902005-10-17T10:53:00.000-03:002005-10-17T11:02:27.643-03:00

Where am I? What day of the week is it? What time of the year? Ugggghhhh...[typical morning inner monologue]Have you ever seen Four Weddings and a Funeral? You know the milionaire friend of Hugh Grant's? There's this scene at the beginning of the movie where his alarm goes off and he bounds out of bed, takes a shower, dressed and ready in half an hour.I hate people like that. It takes me

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"If I take you home..."Angie bought the new Black Eyed Peas cd, and I'm playing it on Dan's beeeaaaauuuttttiiifffuuuuullll new iMac G5. As me a question [Sarah, what are the readings for Constitutional?] and I'll talk about the G5 [it's so pretty....]Still, I'm supposed to be cleaning the appartment, so I will try to resist.New music feels good, even if I don't own it. I'm thinking of making

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1129161198217886762005-10-12T20:42:00.000-03:002005-10-12T20:56:31.853-03:00

Mac just released the new G5. I think I'm in love. I hope Dan buys it. My own laptop refuses to die. 5 years and still ticking: a modern miracle.In non Mac related news [why bother?] I'll be judging provincials this weekend. Convenient, since it gives me the opportunity to interview the Kytester about escalating liabilities and eroding rights in the teaching profession. My major paper.It

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As Ali's comment suggests I haven't been keeping up with the blog. [PS: Hi Ali!!!]In a classically feminine move I spend 30 minutes [possibly more] shopping for new temples in an effort to "reinvent" the blog. Only to decide that it's really quite nice as it is.Though I *think* the image files might be hosted on John's webspace. Weird. I'd better back those up.Anyway, I was thinking about

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The nicest thing about travel is the appreciation it gives you for home.[Italy: "I'm in Italy! With Dan!"--> it was so good to see him again, I still can't believe it]. France and Italy and everywhere were amazing, delicious, sexy, awe-inspiring, etc, etc But I really enjoyed that first cup of Tim's...Which I consumed while trying to decide on furniture. Still undecided. So I'm roughing it

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Saturday, July 30th at Sara's farewell and Sonya's engagement party: the sisters are reunited once more!We

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In a bid for immortality, the Vauban house posed for family photos on Sunday. This is the result:The Vauban Family Photo To recap: that's Brendon top left, Robin top centre, Sara top right [that's the window to our room]. Steph is bottom left, Andrew and I centre and Alison right.I loved this house. I wish I could take it home with me. It was... luxurious. And, at times, frat-like.

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I'm organizing my pictures before we leave, and I found this treasure:In Medias ResI think I like it. It's what we really look like, when we're not ready for the camera. -Paul and Karyn are bickering as per usual: "let's stay on the Champ de Mars" "No, let's go to Le Crocodile"-I'm phasing out, rembering the last night at Le Crocodile-Alison's dead tired, having run from the bulls in Pamplona

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On Monday we're going to bid an early farewell to Sara G. I am pissed! Leave it to knee surgeons to pick an early August date for a working student's surgery. Pissed, I tell you!Our room is going to be one roomie short for the last two weeks. But then... perfection! Disaster!I meet Dan off the plane in.. two weeks minus a day. And the guides part in two weeks plus a day.I don't know how to

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Ingredients for one smashing birthday:-one part weekend-6 good friends-one crazy bar-2 birthday packagesSometimes it all just comes together.It all started about a week ago, when Karyn asked what I'd like to do for my birthday. "Paris" says I. And the trip just grew...I was so glad that Alison had the day off, and she convinced Paul to come [he did require some convincing, sure that we would drag

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I'm going to Paris!!!! Be back tomorrow night, Alison, Paul, Karyn, Jacqueline, Jen, Cassandra and me. Woot!

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Almost 24 hours of travel, and I'm here.Le Petit Place, Arras I left Montreal at about 8 pm, local time. Flew for 6 hours, into the London sunrise.6 hours of travel- meals- take off and landing= 4 hours of sleep.Arrived at 7:30, local time.Bleary-eyed, I staggered off the plane and onto an airport bus. There's something wrong with a building so large it takes 10 minutes to drive from one

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The pace hasn't slowed down yet, so I'll have to wait to really update, but I'm happy to say: I live in a house now! [And what a house, it's amazing]I will try to post pictures... but that will probably have to wait 'till my next day off [Thursday].If you'd like to give me a call, you really should:from Canada: 011 33 3 21 15 49 90Ridiculously long number, I know.Oh, and mail me!C/O Monument

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Torts has proven to be the hardest exam to study for. Therefore:I HATE TORTS!It's actually a relatively easy class. For those of you who are wondering, first year law courses are generally ranked in terms of difficulty as follows:1. Criminal2. Property3. Contracts4. Public5. Torts6. Legal Research and Writing7. Orientation to LawPersonally I would put Public below Torts, but that's just me.

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I was pretty bored the last few weeks, exams, etc. So I've started tracking visitors to the site [hope you don't mind]. I got a hit this week from Puerto Rico. Heh heh. This is what the Spot looks like translated:http://216.109.124.98/language/translatedPage?tt=url&text=http%3a//spottle.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_spottle_archive.html&lp=en_es&.intl=e1&fr=FP-tab-weStrange, no?

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It feels like summer's started already. Public went fabulously well, and everyone finally felt relaxed enough to take a break, have a round. We went to My Father's Mustache, though in retrospect we should've gone to the gradhouse.I'm just back from the second party of the night, the LSS thank-you dinner... and drinks. Pool. It feels wonderful to relax. I'm a bit silly. Going to try to sleep

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1113579944438441942005-04-15T12:25:00.000-03:002005-04-15T12:46:47.263-03:00

I had a fight with my roomie this morning. Ick.It was about money, of course. Damage deposit, to be more precise.I won't go into the merits of our arguments, as tempting as that is. My rants may be entertaining [FUDU!] but that's because I get to indulge in a one-sided debate.Instead, I'm trying to take something from it.In this specific case I wish I hadn't left the deposit 'till now. If we

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1113518831722752332005-04-14T19:25:00.000-03:002005-04-14T19:49:05.073-03:00

I have a theory about law students and exams. It's an adaptation of the 7 stages of grief and recovery, which is pretty apt.It starts with arrogance. It's January, exams are months away, and you say... hey. I'm s-m-r-t. I don't need to start studying yet.Some weeks later you move on to procrastination. You'd like to study, but you really need to find an apartment / book your flights, etc, etc.But

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Let's pretend that whole "Property" thing never happened. Oh well. I can hope that everyone else needed another 10 minutes. And maybe my other answers were so good I don't need those last 10-15 points. *sigh*Gordon was right: these kinds of exams make you really want to study that much harder for the next one. Very motivational. Counting blessings: I found a very nice 3 bedroom apartment

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I fell asleep in the library yesterday. On purpose. This is a strange time.Part of me is enjoying it though. Sudying feels good, when you know it's going somewhere. I abhor too much free time, and I have little enough of it these days.Choice makes for contentment. I can choose to study the exam I have tomorrow, or Wednesday or Friday... or pack my apartment. All are urgent, productive. All in

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Ok. That went pretty well. I'm cautiously optomistic.Which stings, I was enjoying that little bout of pessimism. But Contracts [K for the initiated] was better than expected. I guess cramming really does work [but don't tell anyone!]No, wait, that's not true. I was doing the readings. So I suppose, if it turns out to be a good exam, I worked for it. And if it's a spectacular disaster, well

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In exactly 24 hours I'll be writing a 100% Contracts final. Stress has a way of stripping away the inessential. What do I really KNOW? You can't indulge in self-delusion at times like this, it's counter productive.What I know: Law school is really hard. I haven't told you about that, but it really is. These entries are usually pauses, but let me tell you what the bulk of it is. You get up

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1112757979871959952005-04-06T00:17:00.000-03:002005-04-06T00:26:19.873-03:00

I went for a coffee run at 9:30 tonight. Seemed like a good idea at the time.Now a little wakeful, so I've maintained the site a bit. No more neverposters.Well, it's been a productive last few days. I feel like I'm getting a lot of law into my head. Property: good. Contracts: good. Criminal is still scary, Public needs review and Torts is... Torts. Who knows how to study for that one?

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You know what I hate?When you're printing something big... really big... like an entire term's worth of notes. And you fail to check the page setup [contributory negligence], but the document's in legal format. And you don't want legal sized pages. No one does. They're long and unweildy and they don't fit in your binder. Legal paper sucks.And no one should ever use it.I wish I hadn't. I'm

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Practiced piano. It was awesome! I finally visited the Music Buliding's basement, and a very successful visit it was.The security guy was the best. He's a music student and he gave me the lowdown on the rooms. They're primarily for music students, so the rooms are locked with a combination lock. The code changes every term. I think I might be able to get the code if I ask administration. But

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1112399618335933292005-04-01T19:47:00.000-04:002005-04-01T20:18:44.816-04:00

This is a great time of year for all your blog readers. The time of year when my life shifts inward, when I fear next week, fear not studying, and fear dying from sheer boredom. I blog a lot a times like these. It's the nature of the beast: you get me at my worst. Enjoy!I do try to capture the good times. Speaking of which, I think this will be a remarkably good medium for staying in touch while

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Quick review of the past two weeks:I ran for LSS VP Exec: campaigning was all last week and voting ends in... an hour. It was intense. Posters everywhere. And quite the race too: I was one of four candidates, the most contentious race of the year.And all that ended Thursday. Dan's flight arrived at 11:50, and I once again failed to meet him at the airport [augh!]. The final campaign speeches

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I blinked and another week went by. It's almost scary: I don't remember November passing this quickly. In fact, it was terribly slow. But April's impending exams are leaning on the March clock. The nice thing is everyone a little more relaxed this time around. IE: plans to party tomorrow night, even though the public law take-home comes out Friday. I might actually go. As long as my wallet

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Law Ball was better than expected, so I'm pleased. Four of us went to Angie's to get ready, and I feel slightly less girly in comparison to everyone else. Even at my slowest, I was still ready in 20 minutes as opposed to everyone else's 50, with the added task of doing my own hair. Impressive.The Lord Nelson is nicer than I remember, with those large bathrooms that have chairs in front of the

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1110410169196256042005-03-09T19:08:00.000-04:002005-03-09T19:16:09.196-04:00

I haven't been posting regularly since... spring break!Ok, first things first. Exactly three weeks ago today I accepted a job from the federal government that places me in France this summer.woot![soon afterwards I got Dan's news. WOOT!]The St. FX tournament was last weekend. I still prefer east to central, but we all saw that coming. I'm also still thinking about the exec for next year.And

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1110080469836435102005-03-05T23:37:00.000-04:002005-03-06T00:02:53.690-04:00

Once in a while something happens. Something so big that it takes time before I can find the words to describe it here.Even then, it's not a matter of words so much as it is a belief of what they mean.Dan got his letter. He's coming to Dal.. . . YES! Yesyesyesyesyeyseyseysyesyeyseyseyseysyesyesyeyseysyes! I can't tell you how good this feels, how happy I am. He called Tuesday. I still can't

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Thursday: the factum and Barnett Award presentation. Friday: St. FX tournamentSaturday: ibidNext Friday: Model ParliamentNext Saturday: Law BallWhew!Tickets went on sale for the ball today. I need to figure this out. Maybe Angie and John will stick with me for the night. I'd better make a plan now, or not go at all: all those happy little couples have a way of really getting to me.The Dress

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Ok. I can do this.My contract factum is due Thursday. Augh. I'm in my deer-in-the-headlights mode. Paralized by the task at hand.Trying to decide if I should ignore this aversion and work through it. Or abandon it for the night and do my laundry.Laundry.. for now.*wimper* My tummy hurts.

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Favourites:coasting down the hill while cross country skiing.rolling out lots and lots of doughwaking upbiking with the boysthe used bookstore in Concordlong walksFrankmoondancingI was up early this morning: so much to do! And still, I have yet to unpack. I'm glad I got to the gym though. That always helps me feel better, both physically and in a "I did something good for myself" sense.Also,

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Party on.Spring break is here!

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"I am made of Jelly. *squeak squeak* Do you see?"-I think you will find... you are just inside a jelly"Damn"-How do you breathe in there?*pause*"I've not thought this through, have I?"-No*sound of jelly boy passing out*-Mmm..boy flavour"*Credits*It still makes me laugh. Visit Weebl and Bob!

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Oh, you should be here now. You'd like it. People are so nervous about their assignments, so excited about spring break, so tired of classes, all the weirdness is coming out of the woodwork.IE: "Your mother used to eat cow tongues? A food that could taste you back?" One of my finer moments, over supper.So we blew off the memo. Twice. Subway for lunch, and the Graywood for supper. Imaginus

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Oh, won't somebody please get me out of my homework? School was so much more fun when there weren't assignments.Please oh please remind me not to take a paper course. On pain of death! Prevent it at all costs!I'm so bored I re-titled my links. The less obvious titles were getting annoying.

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Our student paper tells me that St. Valentine was martyred because of love. One legend reports that the Roman emperor of the time thought single soldiers were better soldiers, and so forbade young men from marrying. St. Valentine secretly married young couples anyway, and was killed when word got out.Another legend says the Magesterium was not a fan of interracial or interfaith marriage. St.

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Brrrr..... winter is back, ferocious for having been denied for so long. Mark, Allison and I went collecting for legal aid [if you can't afford a lawyer, WE provide one for you! Lawyers for the poor!] but it couldn't have been a worse day for it. Hailing so hard it hurt. Still, it's good to be inside. And Stacy passed by on her way to wing's night [more on that now]. We looked so cold she

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I'm so sleepy, it hurt to get up this morning. Swearing helped. It's been a while since I've done that. It was fun. Those of you aquainted with my current sleeping habits sometimes worry: is it healthy to need nine hours a night? Ah, but I'm making up for lost time. There was a time, last year, when I couldn't sleep. I'd stay up 'till I was exhausted, finally fall asleep and wake up a scarce

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I love Mondays. Today was easy to wake up to. An clear blue sky shading to white at the horizon and the brightest white light winter can provide. I'm drinking my homemade coffee and gazing out my open window. The bay is shrouded in mist. It looks like every description of San Fransicso I've ever heard. I have a reason for enjoying Mondays, by the way. It's not just that I like school.

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It's such a beautiful day, and I'm in love with the world! Oh, it was fantastic. It was brilliant. It was fun. And now, I really really want that job. Parliamentary guiding, that is. Phil never told me how great the people are: funny and exciting from all over the place. I've been craving McGill's diversity ever since I got here and I never stopped to think this job might give it. *reigning

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I've said it before, and I'll say it again: a lot can happen in a year. The last time I watched a state of the union was in Gerts with Liberal McGill. Free beer and a list of buzz words: when the president says "homeland", drink! Not bad. It was one of those times I went out even though I didn't want to and had fun despite myself. And tonight? The State of the Union pre-empted my craving for

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So I'm studying for this government job interview on Saturday. Parliamentary guiding, veerrry sexy. Especially since it's in Ottawa, only 2 hours away from Montreal. Better than 2 days, n'eh? [I also applied to the Council for Environmental Cooperation for an internship today. Their head office is actually in Montreal, wonder of wonders. Better yet, it's actually related to law. But pays

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1107116319822514842005-01-30T16:14:00.000-04:002005-01-30T16:22:18.900-04:00

It's fun when things are regularly normal and you're still inordinately pleased. Last night was good times. The skit went quite well, and I managed to successfully bid on two charity auction items: karaoke with my public law professor and dinner with my criminal professor's band. 12 students at each event, should be a good party. Good motivation to get back to work. It's interesting and never

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1106880394183775442005-01-27T22:36:00.000-04:002005-01-27T22:52:03.033-04:00

Well... last week at this time I was arriving in Montreal. I can't believe it: that weekend totally lived up to the hype. And while the weather conspired to delay me, it also conspired to save me. Yup, we had another bout of winter storms in Halifax, starting Thursday afternoon. I opted out of Contracts to make it to the airport an hour early [my flight ended up leaving, what, 3 hours late?].

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1105977994618132842005-01-17T11:59:00.000-04:002005-01-17T12:11:20.590-04:00

School's closed. Everything's closed. But I think the city's being sissy. This is nothin'! It was really nice to sleep in, but now I'm bored. I *guess* I can do my readings for tomorrow. And maybe prepare some cases. Clean my room. Or read Eddie's copy of "Maus". We have a winner! In other weather-related news, Montreal is just a little less attractive since I learned the max temp this week

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1105928393992984402005-01-16T22:06:00.000-04:002005-01-16T22:19:53.993-04:00

What a wonderful weekend. Pizza and a movie with Ali, Eddie, Jon: so good to see everyone again before things get too crazy. Wanda's car yesterday. I drove carefully, fast, well. It was heaven. Missed Mark's potluck, which is a shame. In fact, I almost missed supper completely: I got in from errands at 9:15, with the huge first year party starting at 10 pm. The day was just packed, just the

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1105857611060096632005-01-16T02:36:00.000-04:002005-01-16T02:51:48.466-04:00

It ROCKS! We wenet from an awesome party at JEff and, um... Frank's. To the Tribbeca! They played UNDERWHELMED! I LOVE THIS CITY! I"m going tl sleep for an age. Wake me when I"m dead. And everyone likd my *hair* for some strange reason. What's up wth *that*?

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1105626705167737262005-01-13T10:10:00.000-04:002005-01-13T10:58:04.036-04:00

I'm going to Winter Carnival! So Excited! I got the news yesterday morning and was dancing all day. I was surprised at the final list though: Amol's not coming and neither is Jen or Alexa. Boo-urns. Rather, the final Dal contingent as announced by Morag is: Chris Parsons & Sarah Pottle Samina Thind & Alyson Horne TJ Burke & Graham McGillivray Hrm... all people who should be returning next

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1105404058337583752005-01-10T20:34:00.000-04:002005-01-10T20:40:58.336-04:00

Good news: my back feels a hundred times better, horray! I'd started to notice improvement last night and right now it feels AWESOME. I am so happy. It was an excellent day, actually. Eddie hooked me up with some free subway [spicy Italian never tasted so good]. Just before lunch I went to meet Nathan twin boys, Sam and Oscar. Indescribable. And then, walking back from lunch I had a

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1105294659245427312005-01-09T14:08:00.000-04:002005-01-09T14:19:39.463-04:00

Sorry, sorry! My life has been very different for the last few weeks in a way that's precluded posting. Take it as a good sign. Today is the first day I've slept in 'till 10 and not woken to rare companionship. As I was telling my aunt Wanda, I've been cushioned from absence for more than a month now: when Air left, Emilie arrived. When Em left, Dan arrived. When Dan left, school arrived.

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1103687245916426762004-12-21T23:28:00.000-04:002004-12-21T23:47:25.916-04:00

The nice thing about not updating in a while is that everyone else has updated first. News! Well, Arran's visit was everything I had hoped, though too short of course. Decadent days, hyper nights, the works. I miss her. I haven't had the chance to come down though: Arran launched my holidays and they've been pretty solidly good ever since. I can't believe we missed Arran's flight though.

Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15373132222192390444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969452.post-1102883863737071662004-12-12T16:33:00.000-04:002004-12-12T16:37:43.736-04:00

It's almost over! I'm tired of talking about school. For a while I thought it might be educational to log my feelings about each exam so that when I get my results I could see how closely they mirror my expectations. But exams [and talking about them] suck. What doesn't suck is upcoming wonderfullness. Like Air's visit [woot] Emilie's arrival [woot] and Christmas [woot]. I knew the worst would

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