tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54303572009-05-30T20:45:10.612-07:00we only get a few precious moments, the least you can do is stay awake.kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.comBlogger412125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-85719053619386504332009-05-25T11:32:00.001-07:002009-05-25T11:32:25.403-07:00

I feel like it's been a long time since I wrote here, though I guess it's only been a few weeks. It's been a hell of a few weeks, though. The brief version: I'm reaching market saturation in terms of networking labor/employment lawyers here, so I've slacked way off on that. I've had no interviews coming from places I was nearly sure I'd have a shot, and two interviews coming up for places I was

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In the last couple of weeks I've been starting to realize the emotional toll that jobhunting takes on me. It's never been particularly easy, but now I've got six-digit loans and a baby. A baby who, despite his blinding and heartbreaking sweetness, needs shit. So I bundle him off to daycare every day, and I come home and I do my absolute damnedest to find work, preferably as an attorney, or at

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I'm home with the little man today, because we partied a little too hard with my brother and his sons the Muffins in Vegas this weekend, and also the little man is getting two (TWO!) molars. If you're gonna do it, do it big, is what he says. Here he is, in the little man equivalent of a robe and slippers, playing with his favorite toy in the world, The Shelf With All the Stuff On It in the

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I'm having a chill night watching food network challenge, since we're getting rid of cable this week. It's been like the Great Depression up in here lately- we've been making a loaf of bread every week, we're trying to figure out how to oven-dry fruit (anybody know anybody with a food dehydrator in Seattle?), and we just bought a bike seat (craigslist FTW) for the little man so I can start biking

kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-51874566641194086862009-03-10T08:41:00.001-07:002009-03-10T08:41:54.674-07:00

I woke up bone-tired, in the dark. The kitchen is too dirty to make coffee. The little man has a fever that may or may not result in puking, depending on what he picked up at daycare, so he's home today and probably tomorrow as he has to be fever-free with no meds for 24 hours before going back. And I have a contract job (six hours woot!), so I have to go into a law firm today to sign papers

kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-3735976479938788072009-03-05T13:30:00.000-08:002009-03-05T13:43:15.843-08:00

A year ago, I was having a hospital lunch and staring at this phenomenal little critter that had just unceremoniously shoved himself through my lady parts. Because my mom had so little recollection of my birth, I decided that my gift to the little man for his birthday was to write him a letter telling the story of how he got born, in an effort to create a tradition of telling him the story in

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Apparently the little man's job for the day was to point out to me the sheer number of life-threatening calamities I am able to save him from, as if to try and make me feel better about not having a job yet. He's all "Look, mama, I nearly pulled the DVD player down on my head! Where would I be if you were at work instead of here to stop me? Dead, that's where. Thank heavens you're unemployed!"

kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-80151198307002334742009-02-20T14:28:00.001-08:002009-02-20T14:28:41.682-08:00

the bar ended yesterday morning, and since then i've been bopping around trying to get stuff done and thinking about how exactly to get a job in this economy (still waiting on results from an interview, so it may be easy or it may be hard, we'll see). intermittently, the realization that i answered something wrong in the exam rises to the surface of my thoughts, kind of like a body rising in a

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This will be brief, because the bar is calling my name and today, at least, it's not using that snotty tone.Having a child made me, if at all possible, more pro-choice. I understand viscerally a lot of things I previously only understood intellectually, like how it feels to be looked at with asking eyes by a person whose absolute only resource for food, warmth, and care is you. And how it feels

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i am so, so tired. i'm sitting in a bar class right now, completely unable to follow along because i'm so tired that several times i have attempted to sync up my notes with the lecture, only to find myself staring hard at the completely wrong section, trying to figure out why all of a sudden it says something different than it did a minute ago.there is not enough time to get done what i need to

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the scene: a small room outfitted with a crib, changing table, rocking chair. baby is on the changing table, naked.life duet: "little man, we're going to put your socks on. want to hold them for me? here, take the sock."little man: "tock."baby shoves sock in his mouth.*scene*

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and the outtake:

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i've been feeling a little overwrought lately. some contributing factors: being unable to safely leave the house in a car or bus for several days. suspecting that other people feel more comfortable doing so and that perhaps i am a big wuss. feeling mad at myself for thinking it's wussy to be safe. starting bar classes. being overwhelmed by bar classes. trying to study for the bar in a room

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not much happening here lately. i started studying for the bar, so once again i am in a place in my life where the sentence "A 'common scheme' may impose subdivision restrictions that do not meet all the formal requirements of a covenant; privity may be missing" actually bears some meaning. the bar study course i signed up for is a little off-brand, and while its pass rates speak for themselves,

kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-10079438817854013642008-12-08T21:46:00.000-08:002008-12-08T21:48:47.583-08:00

the little man has the runs and thusly a wicked case of diaper rash. on the upside, that whole constipation issue from a few weeks back is no longer a concern.this is totally our house right now:

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1. my alma mater high school was totally on npr this week for doing "rent" and doing a whole hiv program to go along with it. secret back story: they did the curriculum in part because of the girl in the interview who was all "omg, i totally thought people got aids because they were, like irresponsible!" because she was a bigoted asshat. and if you listen carefully to what she says to npr,

kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-77971246723174746222008-11-30T15:12:00.000-08:002008-11-30T15:13:55.284-08:00

i just learned the term "rickroll". i had to look it up, because apparently EVEN THE MACY'S THANKSGIVING DAY PARADE HAD A RICKROLL IN IT AND I DID NOT GET THE JOKE.see, i rely on people like you, my friends, to inform me of these sorts of things. i remember seeing a rickroll during the republican national convention and, while thinking it was funny, was also thinking "...?...". that was MONTHS

kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-47894047766776117662008-11-27T21:15:00.000-08:002008-11-27T21:17:30.004-08:00

watched wall-e tonight. found it heavy, deeply fat-phobic, and allegorical with respect to race and class. essentially, the working class will save us all (big surprise). i like pajiba's review, though they didn't mind the stuff i did.i have a lot to be thankful for this year. after watching this film, the fact that i can recycle and compost my way to only one small bag of trash a week is

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please know, dear friends, that i have been thinking about things. i've not been wholly swallowed into the volcanic crater of baby care; my brain still works. in fact, i composed TWO WHOLE BRILLIANT POSTS in my head while i was doing the dishes, kind of drunk and listening to ani di franco. but now i'm tired, csi is almost on, and i forgot all my good turns of phrase. you'll just have to

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it seems the little man has a bladder infection. no wonder he's been so upset; he's been pissing fire all week. he's only had two doses of antibiotics and already he's much happier. we're still awaiting results of a urine culture, but the pediatrician seemed relatively certain after a preliminary look at it under a microscope (ooo, science).we got an email from the university-based child care

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because i have spoken with the little man's pediatrician six times this week and we have the second in-person appointment tomorrow, i don't have the wherewithall for what this issue deserves.but let me just hold dan savage's interpretation of prop 8's success up as an example of what's been bouncing around as people grieve.and here's what i emailed him in response, because i am just fucking done

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i am so incredibly proud to have seen yesterday. i cannot wait to see what the next eight years look like. somebody on npr said re: democrat candidate strategy what i've been trying to say since i became a voter that "when we try to look like them [republicans] we lose. we tried to look like us, and we won. there's a lesson in that." yes!!! give us somebody good, and we'll vote for them! give us

kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-21028977922783788932008-11-03T19:55:00.000-08:002008-11-03T19:58:12.491-08:00

i had to do my first choking-prevention finger sweep today. the culprit was a chunk of maple teething biscuit. things i learned today: you can tell a kid is choking when they look like they should be coughing but they're not. also, remembering all the steps to first aid seem really confusing and time-consuming in your red cross class, but when you're actually using them they feel much more

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so, i already wrote a nice, articulate, well-thought-out post about this. then i wrote an incredulous one. now i'm just pissed.a friend of mine who lives in san francisco was harassed on the bus this week for wearing a "no on 8" sticker. i had to have a conversation with my brother who, thank god, lives in nevada, about whether it's "appropriate" for kids to learn that some families have two

kommishonerjennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682930048734070427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430357.post-15951063428831006232008-10-28T12:57:00.000-07:002008-10-28T12:58:29.235-07:00

i had my first post-law-school interview this morning. it was a phone interview, which is always hard as i rely heavily on body language and facial cues in my interactions. i have no idea how it went, so i'm trying to just see it as an accomplishment that i got an interview at all, given that it's a small firm (albeit doing exactly what i want to do) in a small field, i have not taken a bar,

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