Loyal Readers, I Apologize

I wish I had a great excuse for the lack of posting. Instead, let me admit that my life right now is simply devoid of content worth blogging about. I go to class, I go to interviews, I listen to people talk about interviews, I think about how my interviews went, I think about how my girlfriend's interviews went, and then to get as far away from all that as possible, I play Madden 2004 (where I took the Bears to the Super Bowl, real world 49ers-induced despair notwithstanding). I'm not really complaining, as the process is going as well as could be expected and that is something to be thankful for. Nonetheless, I've tried not to force myself to blog, as that might very well lead to me giving up the activity entirely.

Even if I were blogging, however, I'm at a bit of loss as to what I'd have to say. Somewhere inside I know that the politics of the Democratic nomination and the California recall are important, but it must be deep inside because right now I couldn't be less interested. I feel a general malaise toward our stagnating efforts in Afghanistan and Iraq, and am afraid that those in charge have no better idea than I as to what our endgame strategy is.

I liked but did love Neil Gaiman's American Gods. It was, as I said, a fun diversion, as was searching the web for information on the various deities mentioned in the book. It was not, however, The Lord of the Rings. That's a strange comparison to make, I know, but more and more I get the feeling that I might as well just start reading LOTR over and over as my pleasure book rather than attempting to find anything new that could even compare.

Turgenev is good but I'm moving through it quite slow, and it's never a good idea to read a novel of such weight 10 pages at a time.

I enjoyed both Barton Fink and The Hudsucker Proxy, leaving only one Coen brothers film unseen (Blood Simple). Hudsucker seemed almost frenetic at times but I didn't find any of the characters especially memorable, and boy oh boy do they mean it when they say that there's a shift in tone halfway through Barton Fink. I doubt I'll feel the need to see either again anytime soon, which is in stark contrast to O Brother, Where Art Thou?, which I watch every few months, and The Big Lebowski, which I watch as least once a month.

I'm unexcited about my classes. Evidence could not be less interesting to me right now. I've never seen so many vague standards pretending to be bright-line rules, or rules created primarily to justify the exceptions to that rule. The rest of the classes are quite good, but I'm too tired most of the time to give them their proper attention and preparation, so I ended up bored and frustrated most of the time.

Is there such a thing as the second-year slump? I suppose if it's true for college sophomores, it might as well be true for law students. I want interviews to be over. The process just brings out the worst in everyone. I won't tell any specific stories until after I've accepted an offer, and even then I won't name names, but golly, this has been distasteful.