Last Minute of Oral Argument

I finished my summer internship with the Utah Supreme Court on Friday. I'm happy Utah law is still largely functional and in pretty much the same shape as how the Utah Legislature crafted it (sometimes it is hard to tell what that shape is; I'm thinking dodecahedron). At this internship, I learned one important lesson: it is better to draft a short, bad document than a long, bad document. There is a caveat to this lesson that only applies if you get paid by the word.

Tomorrow (Monday), I start a new job as a clerk for a small law firm. At this job, I am told I will be paid with money. That means someone will expect a worthwhile output for the monetary input. I am nervous.

I have been sailing every Wednesday night for the past few weeks. I am still learning, and learning has taught me all sorts of good things. I can now tie a bowline, pull a line, figure out which direction is clockwise, and not fall in the water. I also know to duck when we tack. Most importantly, I learned new, sailor words like "tack," "bowline," and "duck." I'm almost a sailor.

Elizabeth thinks it is almost time to get a new car. She wants a Lexus that smells like leather. That is hardly a smell at all.