Hear ye, hear ye.

Well, law school has officially started and it's already kicking my butt. So far, after two nights of orientation and one night of class, I have learned that traffic on Boston's Route 128 will be stopped for miles regardless of time of day. I have learned that there are ALWAYS open parking spaces infront of the State House (hm... could it be because the Senate is hardly ever in session? Or, even, in office? See my earlier post about my "mutual infatuation."). I have learned that federal courts have subject matter jurisdiction over civil cases under 1331, that briefing cases is much easier than it is made out to be, and that my first born child should be named Stare Decisis.

I actaully have three more cases I need to brief before I can go to bed (and I am EXHAUSTED). So I will check you all later.

Hope all is well. Peace.

Yay New York.

I think it's fantastically funny that New York is going to show-up Boston by not enforcing a protesting ban (or designating a protesting zone) during the Republican convention. I could not get over our city's nerve to block protestors from the Fleet Center. Granted, in a "post 9-11 world," we have to be cautious. But at what point should being cautious infringe on our first ammendment right?

I mean, I don't mind sacrificing my right to privacy by having airport security look through my bags so much. But, come on, to block protestors during one of the biggest political events of the year? How is that NOT a point for terrorism?

Some square.

This picture goes back to my Goucher photography days. It's not the one I was looking for, but it's Baltimore.

C - Send some of that weather up here! Our forecasters have been telling us to expect torrential rain now for two days... so far it's only been sunny and HUMID. We could use a little"liquid sunshine," as they call it in Bermuda.

Like red rocket.

Oooo... I like the red rocket very much!

I haven't meant to to be MIA lately. Just been wrapped up in one thing or another. The boyfriend and I are back together (Yeah, THAT breakup didn't last long!). Law school starts next week (Eeek! What was I thinking?). Ran the Falmouth Road Race Sunday along with 9,000 other people - finished in the top third of the women. Met Gabe Kapler today and remembered what it is like to be twelve years old and standing in front of a really, really cute guy that you have a really, really big crush on.

Boston survived the DNC. Surprisingly well, too, I might add. Nothing of any real political importance to report from these parts.

Except that the Amber Alert here kicks major rumpus. We're two for two in the last two weeks - three for three overall!

Also, we've just passed a law that allows level three sex offenders' names, addresses, workplaces, and level of compliance to be posted online. I'm not sure how many other states are doing this (I SHOULD know), but I think it's a very good thing. And, of course, the site had thousands of hits after being up only hours.

The only other bit of personal news that I have is that last Friday I met my boyfriend's eleven year-old son for the first time. Please bear with me, here. I'm still sorting through my thoughts about this. Of course, I've been very excited about meeting him for a long time now, but was in no way prepared for the power of the moment and how much of a reaction I would have once we were standing face to face and I was reaching out to shake his eleven year-old hand. I can't even put it into words yet.

I guess part of it, first of all, was the reality hitting me that I am in love with someone who has an eleven year-old child. Part of it was witnessing for the first time the fatherly pride in his eyes when he looked at him. Part of it was watching the two of them interact, and walk side-by-side (like mirror images of each other) and being amazed at how natural they look together and how I could have never seen this before. And a huge part of it was being in absolute awe that this was HIM - the boy I had heard so much about.

I've known every play he's made in baseball for the last two years. I know what grades he got, what warnings were sent home. I know about the stitches he got when he fell off his bike trying to keep up with his father. I know his favorite lines from "Austin Powers." I know about how he tries to hide the fact that he stays on the phone late at night with his girlfriend. I know how he struggles with being a hunter like his dad and uncles and grandfather, and being an animal lover.

He is the most important person in my boyfriend's life. And I was in awe of him.

At one point, my boyfriend and I caught eachother's eyes and there was a split moment of absolute happiness. For someone with commitment issues, I certainly surprised myself.

(And, of course, I'm scared to death at the thought of meeting him again.)

So that's my happenings as of late. I may have some Baltimore pictures I can post. I will have to check.

That sucks.

I'm glad our fearless "leader" is not coming to my town. That must be a terrible feeling. C, I'm headed to Baltimore tomorrow. Wanna get away from W? Meet me there, man. It's less than a day at 100 mph from Florida.