April 28, 2006

3 things I love about my school

(1) Ending their classes with sincere words of inspiration about the profession, two of my professors were moved to tears saying goodbye to us. It sounds hokey, but really, it's the perfect way to send us off to finals.

(2) I'm always tempted to jump in on a game of catch, but my lack of skill always stops me. I do, however, enjoy watching students play catch with some of our janitors. I never saw anything like that during undergrad.

(3) The school provides free coffee, tea, and hot chocolate during finals. That simple service shows their support.

April 27, 2006

need a lawyer?

A real advertisement that my ethical lawyering professor shared with my class:

To the other woman ...
Your man or maybe just your good friend faces divorce. He is rattled, vulnerable, and in his All-American-Boy way he is ready to give away his future to the woman he has left oris leaving. He should not do it. You know he should not do it. It just isn't right. There is a man who can help him. A man who has been there. A man who only works with men in divorce situations because he knows men do not usually get a fair shake. His name is Atty. **** *. ****. You can reach him at (***) ***-****. Tell your man to call, or make the call for him. Either way, it may lead to a bright new day for him. And you?

April 24, 2006

disaster averted!


My cousin's friend retrieved my files!

April 22, 2006

happy thoughts

My computer fried on Monday. Until the computer gods descend from the heavens and bless my poor little VAIO with their healing grace, I've lost everything -- my notes, my outlines, my videos of Brian and Gary playing Malaysian slayers. Finals start in ten days, so I've tried to cram my thoughts of rage and despair into little crevices of my brain. But those crevices should have been filled by now with rules about searches and seizures, piercing the corporate veil, and other doctrinal nuggets. Which makes me more than a little frustrated.

Thankfully, I've gotten some help from fellow classmates, for which I am tremendously grateful. I keep reminding myself that if the files are gone, they're gone, and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm also trying to keep happy thoughts today because I don't want my negativity to catch some cosmic wave and reach my sister or Gary. She's taking the MCAT again today and he's preparing for trial, so they need all the good feelings they can get. To conjure these good feelings, I'm making Jack Johnson's "Upside Down" my anthem for the next three weeks.

Who's to say
I can't do everything
Well I can try
And as I roll along I begin to find
Things aren't always just what they seem


MCT circa 2002 would be appalled.

April 13, 2006

paranoia seeps in

Last summer, I sent all of my work-related emails out of my Google account. Thrilled with the fact that I could access them all with a simple word search, I was surprised when one of my recipients scoffed at my email address. "Gmail, huh?" he wrote. "I have my mailbox set up to throw all gmail messages in the junk folder." When I pressed him on this strange practice, he explained that Google archives everything, making it easy for Google to track down all conversations. If Google can track it down, so can the government. Because this guy epitomized anti-establishment paranoia and because Google has always been plain awesome, I just wrote him off.

Or so I thought. It seems that he unsettled me more than I initially admitted. Since then, stories have come out about the government subpoenaing Google for search records. And today, Google's CEO said that the company will comply with China's restriction, including a prohibition on searches of words like "Tibetan" and "democracy."* Though I don't necessarily think Google needs to work to flout China's laws right now, Google's compliance undermines its commitment to protecting free speech from government encroachment. I think the company will fight the U.S. government on some issues, but at what point will they hand over our information? Even now, do you or I reasonably expect that whatever we write online is private? When I write an email on Gmail, this entry on Google-owned Blogger, or an event on the new Google calendar, will I really be surprised to learn that someone somewhere is monitoring my activity? Probably not, but that doesn't mean it doesn't worry me.

By not having a reasonable expectation of privacy in these activities, I lose my Fourth Amendment rights to be free from the government's unreasonable search and seizure of these online writings. Which means that if the government wanted my stuff, they could get it, even if they don't suspect me of doing a damn thing. If I'm not doing anything wrong, then I shouldn't have anything to hide, right? I guess, but that still doesn't comfort me. So as awesome as I think Google calendar is, I just might stick with my trusty dayplanner. And go back to handwriting letters. And call you all instead of blogging.

* I wonder how extensive the list of prohibited search words is. Practically speaking, it seems like the government cannot effectively censor these ideas by relying on search terms alone. Anyone who plays Taboo knows that when you can't use a word, you use its synonym. But I guess using synonyms to get around China's censorship requires a command of the language that not every Chinese person has. I bet Gary has some opinions about Chinese people playing Taboo.