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Letters To My Son: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Tuesday, March 28, 2006. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. It was wonderful. I was lucky to catch it on the big screen, thanks to the $3 theater across the street from our condo. A big special effects movie should always be seen that way if it can be! This is one of those I'm really looking forward to sharing with you.
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Letters To My Son: 3L
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Monday, June 12, 2006. One more year in the bag. It feels so damn good. I always feel like school is so much effort for nothing. I know that's not true, but writing fake memos for fake clients for fake issues just gets old. Law school really ought to be two years with a third year "residency" of some kind. Posted by Orrin Johnson.
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Letters To My Son: Brokeback Mountain
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Tuesday, May 23, 2006. To understand this movie. You have to understand the cultural background in which it was released. And then, if you ever see it, you will realize the depth of its banality. You know you've experienced brilliant satire when the target of the zing didn't even exist yet. Knowing that this was the likely outcome, I had no desire t...
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Letters To My Son: The Sound of Music
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Monday, April 24, 2006. The Sound of Music. I hadn't seen this movie for a really long time - in fact, I'm not 100% sure I'd ever seen the whole thing all the way through. It's a classic Rodgers and Hammerstein musical, with all kinds of catchy tunes I knew by heart as a kid before I even knew there was any such thing as "The Sound of Music.". And s...
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Letters To My Son: Take Me Out to the Ball Game
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Sunday, April 23, 2006. Take Me Out to the Ball Game. Today we went to a Mariners game. They got shut out by the Detroit Tigers, which was kind of a bummer - I can't remember the last time I went to a game and they actually WON. But Matt was happy, since he's from Michigan and was the reason we went to the game in the first place. I didn't go to a m...
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Letters To My Son: Arguing in the Special Olympics
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Monday, May 15, 2006. Arguing in the Special Olympics. Last Thursday I had a Law and Economics class where someone really got to me. We share the class with the University of Washington's Evans School of Public Policy. On the Ave. (I'm pretty much assuming those types of drinks will be illegal in your time.) I was FLYING in class, and partic...I cam...
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Letters To My Son: Basketball Sucks
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Sunday, March 26, 2006. This has been a disapointing week of basketball. Your mom's Zags lost to UCLA. In the most heartbreaking way. But through her grief came this most fantastic piece of writing:. Gonzaga, I wish I could quit you. With some pretty good quotes. Then the rest of my bracket fell apart in the Elite Eight. As I type (procrasti...Hell,...
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Letters To My Son: The Wider Audience
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Monday, May 22, 2006. The other day I was talking to someone who'd happened across this blog while looking for the Federalist Society one. Not that I mind, mind you. If I did, I wouldn't have (a) made it easy to find, (b) used my real name, (c) let it show up on my profile on the FedSoc page, etc. If part of me didn't want people to read it,...I ima...
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Letters To My Son: Holes In Your Face
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Tuesday, April 04, 2006. Holes In Your Face. I hope to God that by the time you get to Junior High, the facial piercing fad will be over. It's so gross. I just don't get it. How is it that people who want to be taken seriously jam a bolt through their eyebrow? Do they really think that it's somehow "discrimination" to not hire them?
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Letters To My Son: Movies
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Letters To My Son. I don't actually have any kids. But when I do, they'll know me as I am now. And maybe I'll know myself a little bit better for it as well. Saturday, March 25, 2006. There'll be a lot of movie reviews in this thing. Maybe. Isn't the best word for it - I guess they're more like reflections. I love movies. They're such an American art form. They tell and re-tell us our stories, our myths, and our legends. They are not. And sometimes the bad ones are SO bad. Why do some characters speak to...
