Thursday, December 16, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
If there's a better way to start a Sabbath morning, i haven't found it.
Getting up at terrible hours to text Alban and watch Arsenal games, while eating bagels covered in asiago cheese is defiantly the highlight of my law school life... it ranked pretty high during my non-law school life as well.
Living at The Estate taught me the best way to do a lot of things.
The best way to blow off steam is to slam guitars and yell with Tommy. The best way to go on long bike rides is with Phil. The best way to get under an administrator's skin is with Cody. The best way to pick up girls is with the song Alban and I prepared and never got to use... but I guarantee that there are a couple girls out there that won't stand a chance when we bust that thing out. QLO's baby.
Oh, and the best way to eat anything is after Jacque bakes it...
I'm grateful for all of these lessons. Now i must go learn the best way to file a civil lawsuit, draft a deed, and discern the meaning of a vague contract... gross.
Also, Nikolas and I have a christmas tree...
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Since the house has been left sole to me for the weekend (Jon has obligations elsewhere), I feel it's my duty to give an update on the estate. It will also begin my Tickle Closet career.
Monday, October 25, 2010
I posted notice a few months ago when i found out that Taylor had picked a release date for her newest album. Well, that day has finally arrived. If you were excited as i was, you woke up at 6 and bought it on iTunes. After a few times through i have a few song recommendations.
Instant classics: Mine, Back to December, Dear John, Never Grow Up, Innocent, Long Live.
I promise this will be my last Taylor related post, until the wedding announcement...
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
You'd think that a university would know better than to issue parking tickets to law school students who are itching for a chance to put their newly acquired skills to use... So far i'm 3 for 3 on ticket appeals.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Chad's first words to me were, "Oh, I didn't recognize you. You look older with that mustache."
Monday, October 4, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Can you see it?
Can you see the majestic white hump
waiting quietly in the dead grass?
... ever ready ...
Hunkered down and poised like a lioness
in the wilds.
... ever ready ...
Look there the blinds, as if it’s waking, or winking, or ... thinking.
It knows school is about to start. It knows they’re coming back.
She waits quietly in the dead grass.
... ever ready ...
It sees you.
Friday, September 17, 2010
This Blog comes with a content warning. As of yet no one has really made use of it. I'm about to try.
So, i just finished my fourth week of law school. There has been some adjusting, but to this point it has pretty much been everything i heard it would be. Mountains of reading and briefing that culminate in an extremely intelligent professor bringing Socrates to life in a way you never hoped anyone would.
I've sat through lectures that have included topics ranging from the incarceration of American citizens to whether or not you can interpret a "public morals" statute to include masturbation in a porn shop. Other topics have included how to prepare an elderly jury member to hear what a "bad motherfucker" the victim was to the fact that a spouse can sue for "loss of consortium," which basically amounts to the loss of the benefits of a relationship. I'll let you figure out which part of the supposed "benefits" came up in class.
However, it hasn't been all bad. Not that those parts were bad, i suppose they were sort of necessary to know.
There have been some nice surprises as well. If anyone would have told me before i started that i could get fired up about The Federal Rules of Civil Procedure and Contract Law, i probably would have just smiled and put my ear buds back in.
Another part of life in law school has been the box i've been trying to reconstruct.
I spent the majority of my time at WWU trying to push on the edges of the box. It was easy to push because there was always something on the other side of the wall pushing back. It almost felt like it was cool to push on the wall, or it was what i was supposed to do. Now that i've left WW and moved to Seattle, it seems like i finally succeeded in pushing the wall down and now i can see that there isn't anything on the other side. Now, instead of pushing on the wall, i find myself trying to reconstruct a box that i can be comfortable inside of.
I guess i didn't really try very hard to legitimize the content warning... I'll do better next time.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
I woke up this morning at 7, ready to start another mathematical week with 40 energetic freshmen. One shower, two pieces of toast, a mug of coffee, and a lovely packed lunch later, the phone rang.
"The power is still out all along 29," Mr. Daniels voice cheerfully related. "Traffic is terrible - we're canceling for the day."
Jenny is giving me a question-mark look. "No school!" I say. We're not sure what to do with ourselves.
And then it hits us: Evan doesn't have to leave for Hillwood for another hour. What should three logical people do with an early-morning hour? Play Dominion. Done.
Summer is an interesting thing - three summers ago I was sailing on Hayden lake. Two summers ago I was eating goat-ass rice in Mongolia. Last summer I was directing clinics in Ethiopia. And this summer I saw a crazy-as tornado.
It's safe to say I was scared $*&!less. David just laughed. But then again, I'm not afraid of daddy-long-legs.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Yesterday evening, those of us living at the Howe’s house had a conversation about the different generational meanings of derogatory words such as “jerk” and “tool.” It wasn’t difficult to arrive at an accepted definition of a jerk, but tool proved a little more difficult. We thought maybe it meant that someone was “purposely annoying” or simply rather “useless.” I would like to submit my actions in the following story as a possible definition…
Like many amusing actions, I don’t recall exactly why we chose to do this, but we did. After a group conversation about sending large amounts of spam to a certain teacher, Cody and I decided that “Spam 2.0” would be a good idea. After an initial failed attempt… we settled on signing Alban up for some mail. We started with some nice companies like Chadwick’s, Toys R’ Us, Baby Gap, but we quickly matured into the old high school standby, Victoria's Secret.
It was pretty amusing when magazines and emails began to arrive for “Mr. Alban Howe” that displayed everything from breakthroughs in “under wire technology” to the latest in middle-aged women’s fashion. However the real treat was listening to Alban try to explain why he had been singled out. “It’s probably because my name is on the bills…” Phil helpfully suggested that it might be because Alban had a Safeway card. Cody and I smiled and agreed… “yeah, that’s probably it.”
We had planned to tell him about our questionable actions but then we got greedy. We decided to just let it go. Then later in the school year, his spam problem was featured on the Backside of the Collegian.
The funny part wasn’t so much the actual spam as much as it was having a secret. They say that secrets don’t make friends, let’s just hope they don’t unmake them…
At this point “Spam 2.0” had become too big to end it by simply giving ourselves up. Cody and I tried to think of a way to end the experiment and never could quite think of a satisfactory course of action.
I suppose this is just about as good a way as any…
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Since the assumption among radio DJs is that Taylor Swift fans are either tweens or teens, David can officially be ridiculed for his devotion to said artist.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Ear candles are strange (potentially dangerous, cultish, not doctor recommended, silly, etc.) things that people like Tommy use. And when I say people like Tommy, I mean people with excessive ear wax. Supposedly when you burn these candles in your ears, it softens the wax (in your ears, but also the candle wax too) and draws it out. Tommy pulled this stunt once before (four years ago), but decided to try it again. I think it was because he was getting as hard of hearing as Phil.
While working on something important in the back of the house, David and I smelled birthday candles. Venturing into the front of the house, we found Tommy frantically clutching a smoking candle to his ear. I instantly realized he was having one of his "episodes" and decided to get my camera.
As you can see from the picture, Tommy apparently collapsed between the living room and the entryway. We decided to move him to Alban's room where we closed all the windows and shut the door while Tommy continued to stick his burning candle in his ear.
After forty-five minutes or so, we decided Alban's room had seen enough (we determined this by waiting until we couldn't stand upright in the room and instead had to lie on the floor to breath). A little while later Tommy regained coherence and abandoned the ear candle idea.
When Alban came home a little while later, he walked whistling to his room.
In the aftermath, it seemed strange to me that Alban never checked for something burning in his room. His bedding could have spontaneously combusted or something. But then, I would have probably instantly assumed it was David's fault too.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
When i first imagined this blog post, it was with pleasure.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Lest our speculations get out of hand, let me provide some solace. Though interpretations of this development have been wild and varied, all this talk seems to be empty bloviation since David and Tommy still refuse to remove the combination Mylie Cyrus/Hannah Montana poster in their bathroom.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
(This is the first part of that homily.)
David ... Ansley, this is it. Your special day. I’d like to encourage you to take a moment to let it soak in. All the hard work and the pictures and the stress let it fade for this moment, and try to enjoy yourself.
Let me begin with a short story. Once upon a time, there was a young girl and young boy who fell in love and decided to get married. This story should sound familiar because first it’s generic, and secondly because it’s your story, and it’s been a engaging story so far.
For those of you among friends and family who haven’t kept up on the courtship, David and Ansley have asked me to share a couple of stories. The story of when they first met is somewhat unique because it is also the story of their first date. The two were set up by David’s good friend Alban, who happens to be Ansley’s brother. Alban, being the loving friend and brother that he is, arranged everything, even arranged for a limo to pick them up and drive them to dinner. Although they weren’t given all the details of the evening’s itinerary, they were assured there was going to be a fancy meal and fun activities. When their ride stopped in front of Chucky Cheese’s David and Ansley were a little confused, but their driver insisted a table was reserved for them inside. Like penguins in a puppy kennel, the two, dressed to the hilt, felt a bit out of place but managed to make it work and have a good time. That somewhat awkward beginning began a steady habit of time spent together.
Everyone realized things were getting serious when David bought Ansley a special gift for her birthday. Ask David and he will tell you in thorough detail the brain-energy he put into this gift: a leather bound copy of his senior history paper about the Roosevelt Corollary to the Monroe Doctrine. Ansley says she was speechless.
It has been a unique humor-filled journey, that has led these two to this point today.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
David got into Law school.
So when it came time for family dinner this week, I gave him a call from the grocery store.
David, attempting to sound bored: What?
Alban: What's your favorite dessert?
David: Cherry pie.
Alban: Ha ha ha ha. Stop joking. Nobody likes cherry pie.
Cody, simultaneously in background: What? Cherry pie? Nobody likes cherry pie!
David, deadpan: I like cherry pie.
Tommy, to Alban: Tell him to try again.
Alban, to David: Nope. Try again.
David, becoming annoyed: Seriously, I like cherry pie.
Alban: How about ice cream cake?
Cody, in background: Yes! He likes that!
David, simultaneously on phone: No, ice cream cake is gross.
Alban, to Tommy: Do you like cherry pie?
Tommy: Nobody likes cherry pie.
Later, at home.
Phil: What's this?
Alban: Cherry pie.
Phil, making a "what is that funky smell" face: Ugh. Nobody likes cherry pie.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
DMack is a term derived from a legendary American, David Mack. David, who perished in a gunfight in 2081, was especially known for being loved by the ladies. To this day, the term DMack, when used as an adjective, means, "one who is loved by many females." It can also be a verb, in which case it has a slightly different meaning. To "DMack" someone is to make them experience a QL...
There are five share-holders of the West Whitman Estate, but just four associated pairs.
1. Cody and Jacqueline
2. Phil and Abigail
3. Tommy and Tinky Winky
4. David and Alban