Omelets

I made the most God awful omelet tonight. It was an embarrassment to my egg-cooking prowess, which I pride myself on. So offensive to reason, good taste, and humanity in general, I'm somewhat amazed I didn't face some sort of official punishment. Lucky me, unlike my legendary cafetiérè coffee, no one else experienced it.

For those of you not in the know, the photo above is of a legendary omeletary (I made that up) in Sedona. Possibly the most amazing breakfasts ever, surely the best coffee mugs. If you ever want to see one, I have one. Anyways, I post the photo in the same way I'd hang an icon in a Greek Orthodox church. Maybe if I pay enough homage to it, it'll take mercy on me and forgive my unspeakable creation.

On a similarly horrifying note, I think I might try my hand at banana bread one of these days.

Well, I've now survived two whole days of actual law school. Is it intense? Yes. Will it be exceedingly difficult? Most likely. But can it be done? I think so. Now I'm lazing about my dad's house, listening to some orchestra play the hell out of "Pines of Rome" on the radio, staving off the gag reflex that my omelet is still triggering, and reading about theories of punishment in criminal law. I know, I know, spectacular evening. I might go to the Hamline Bar Review tonight at Grumpy's. Bar review, get it? At a bar? I think that's unceasingly hilarious. Sort of like Tony Gúzmansson. Gets me every time.

It hasn't been as challenging getting used to Hamline as a physical place as it was to Luther. Probably has to do that I'm basically invested only in the School of Law building. Really, nothing else on campus applies to me, save the fitness center, which I have to check out. It is an exceedingly ugly place, I think, in comparison to Luther, but I'm sure it could be worse. I do appreciate that the library has windows, unlike Preus. It actually kind of looks like the library at Notts. But most of the other buildings seem to have been designed by the same firm that built Dick Cheney's underground bunker.

The whole non-residential aspect is kind of strange. One would think that I would be used to that, with Nottingham and all, but this is not the same. The fact that I'm living with my parents, devoid of any other Luther folk (or Hamline for that matter) sets it apart from the uniqueness of Notts. Additionally, St. Paul is nowhere near as integrated as Nottingham was, as far as a transportation standpoint. It's probably a 15 or 20 minute bike ride, which is similar to the ride in Notts. But like I said, it just doesn't seem the same. This disconnect between school and home, not only is it a physical gap but it is a psychological one as well. I suppose it probably doesn't help that I really haven't met many people either. But regardless, it makes me glad for my choice of Luther, with the residential mentality.

There's definitely a diversity of people who choose to go to law school. People of all types, shapes, sizes, ages, hairstyles, etc. Quite a few second career students, actually. It would be interesting to see how the student body of say, Hamline compares with Minnesota, or Harvard or something. All my professors seem very good and interesting. It's nice to see that becoming a lawyer does not necessitate a transformation into the societal slug that is often portrayed in the media.

Anyways, the state fair starts today. I think last year was the first year I didn't go; I'm planning on remedying that this year. I'm not one of those people who attempts to fish for their social life online, but Trombone Shorty is playing for free at the bandstand next Friday and Saturday... And for that matter, Tom Morello is playing on Harriet Island on Labor Day, fighting the power and such. If my workload isn't too intense, I'm thinking of going.

Well, I should probably finish up some stuff. It's nice to be starting something new. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't intimidating, but I'm sure it'll turn out alright. It's also nice to keep in touch with Luther friends who are in similar, yet different situations from myself. Being, starting something new. As a good friend of mine mentioned the other day, off into the expanse we go!