“Most people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.”
– Bertrand Russell (1872-1970)

“A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar. ”
– Lao-Tzu (570?-490? BC)


“george jones would be singing all the time. it would be like new york in reverse. people would be nice to each other for no reason at all. and it would smell good.”

r.i.p. elliott smith. 1969-2003


“religion is for people who don’t want to go to hell. spirituality is for people who have already been there.” – lakota man

Let Me Tell You The Truth

“the truth is what is. and what should be is a fantasy, a terrible, terrible lie somebody gave the people long ago. – lenny bruce

The Great Renunciation

“for the young, there is nothing unattainable; a good thing desired with the whole force of a passionate will, and yet impossible, is to them not credible. yet, by death, by illness, by poverty, or by the voice of duty, we must learn, each one of us, that the world was not made for us, and that, however beautiful may be the things we crave, fate may nevertheless forbid them. it is part of courage, when misfortune comes, to bear without repining the ruin of our hopes, to turn away our thoughts from vain regrets. this degree of submission to power is not only just and right: it is the very gate of wisdom.” – bertrand russell, “a free man’s worship”


We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth as “wild.” Only to the white man was nature a “wilderness” and only to him was the land “infested” with “wild” animals and “savage” people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery. Not until the hairy man from the east came and with brutal frenzy heaped injustices on us and the families we loved was it “wild” for us. When the very animals of the forest began fleeing from his approach, then it was that for us the “Wild West” began. – Luther Standing Bear, Chief of the Oglala Sioux, quoted in The Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff

Last Breath

“Something? He was the #&%!damndest, sweetest, coldest, fiercest, down-est, unbelievablest, most unstoppable hard-rock sumbitch me, you or anybody ever saw, or ever will.”Ralph Wiley

Malcolm X & Hors D’oeurves

Professor is workin’ it today. He has talked now for 15 straight minutes, and I think I have written down a total of 7 words. He just said he is going to work on our syllabus today. Yes, you are correct, sir, it is 3 weeks into the semester. Nice to see him taking interest in his job.This is my second class of the day. The first was a fascinating study in sleep deprivation and gentle mockery as well. My classmate (one of my absolute favs, though if she is reading this, please inform her that I truly despise her. And she takes up too much desk space.) made mention of the fact that she had taken an opportunity to visit the site of yours truly (yes, this very page!) over the weekend. She felt like she was intruding or something, like she was spying on my life. And she was, in a way. So here is my word, once more. For friends and associates, you may just want to avoid this page all together. Why? Because you are destined to fail to understand the most basic of all things blogadocious – the phrase that pays: “Sometimes a post is just a post.” It doesn’t have to mean anything deeper than the author’s exercise of his or her own mental conditioning, stretching themselves, reaching for a greater understanding of their own abilities. In short, fiction, baby. Dig?

And even knowledge of this is still not enough to avoid the reflex. Natural response to any online vitriol: “Is [he/she] talking about me?” Maybe. Maybe not. But does it help or hinder your life one way or the other? [note to self: practice what you preach]

That said, I was thoroughly flattered that she even read my page. I don’t know who does or doesn’t, or even that anyone does or doesn’t. So if you can stand to be all up in my business, than please, read on, black woman, read on.

And as we say in poker, ante up.– Warner Lawson

There are more things between heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.– Willie Shakespeare

I am so damned lost in this class. I think I am a 3L a year too early, I already am chillin’ all semester and buying beaucoup study aids at the end, to learn the subject for the exam. Not good. Indiscriminate blogging during class isn’t exactly helping things. I am feelin’ a jones to create, baby. I gotta get this monkey off my back. Man with the Golden Arm, baby. My professor is illustrating complex legal issues with Shoe comic strips. Do we look that simple minded? And does my professor really read Shoe on the regular? Does anyone?

By the by, Monya, lookin’ good, darlin’, as always. Love that green shirt on you. Ciao.

Fuck You

“You know why, Mister? Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight. I drove an $80,000 BMW. That’s my name.” – Alec Baldwin as Blake in Glengarry Glen Ross

Coming Attractions

“Fuck you, that’s my name.”

this semester will consist of:
Copyrights & Trademarks
Professional Responsibility (gotta have that, I am a criminal, you know.)
Legal Writing II
Criminal Law (I know, I know. Shoulda had that last year. Long story, I won’t intrigue you with.)
AIDS Action
Washington Law Books
Girls, Girls, Girls (a joke. I wish.)

“As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac El Dorado. Anybody want to see second prize? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you’re fired.”