The Wayward Law

Arey, you are 11% Pakistani!

Dear me. Many many commiserations, you’re not Pakistani at all, really. You are no longer welcome to visit the country. If you have a Pakistani passport, you must return it immediately!
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In other news, I’m in Napa. I love wine! And torts.

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In Other News…

Barrister’s Ball is on Saturday!

I’m not sure how accurate it is, but if you do believe this chart, I’m in good company. Especially Lothar Matthaus who has two things I’d like: a European passport and an ümlaut in sie nämen.
In other news, I learned that I’m not politically correct. I was told this by someone who is not politically correct. Does this reinforce this other person’s lack of political correctness, or shatter my world view? The jury will decide.

Here are links to Business Associations Review I and Business Associations Review II for Marc Greenberg. All recordings are copyright Jason Luros 2006, all lectures herein copyright Marc Greenberg 2006.

In other news, 6 imams returning from a conference in Minneapolis were pulled off a plane for standing prior to take-off and saying evening prayers. I know this blog has taken a political turn of late, but I have a zero-tolerance policy for this kind of ignorance, and there is just so much to go around. Whatever your beliefs about the Muslim religion, I think that all Muslims deserve the right to pray according to the tenets of their faith, wherever they might find themselves at the time. Since there was no evidence that they were interrupting the smooth operation of the flight, I am rather disappointed that US Airways not only removed the Imams from the flight, but handcuffed them prior to removal. These men are not practitioners of some esoteric religion. They are leaders of one of the world’s largest and oldest religions. Honestly, America. Wake up and smell the chai.

This is what happens at a UCLA library if you fail to show ID to the campus police. As a graduate of the University of California, I am shocked and that there is a policy at UCLA libraries which require visitors to display ID upon request. I’m not going to get into the propriety of that policy. In other news, it’s Mary’s birthday today! Happy Birthday, Mary!

This is a scary video which is further evidence that our Commander-in-Chief still doesn’t understand international law. He states that he makes Geneva Convention Common Article III stronger by requiring Congress to explain it by statute. International treaty law shouldn’t need explanatory statutes. They are the product of construct and experts the ken of which Bush has never known nor understood. Take a look:

In Other News™: I’m going to Hawaii in less than 2 days! Excellent…

A new partner at a prestigious firm goes to sleep one night, and awakes before the gates of heaven. He says to St. Peter, “I’m only 37. I’m way too young to be here!” St. Peter says, “not according to your billable hours.”

I took a few hours off of my pressing schedule of sailing, re-reorganizing the apartment, and sending things back and forth to and from Europe to attend my friend Cristina’s PJ Party at Space Gallery:

Dear bloggies, bloggarazzi, and bloggists! Lend me your land-based ears! Hear what I have to say from 40,000 feet, worth even less than the $0.04 a minute that Boeing is charging. Hey, it’s cheaper than law school (which, if you’re curious, costs $3/minute; something to think about the next time you consider a J.D.). So, this is going to be a collection of things I’ve noticed over the past month.

The crazy Norwegian

So, I’m with my dad and Barbara, his fiancee in Flåm, and there is this big cruise ship in the harbor. This is strange, because mostly small ferries and trolls hang out in Flåm, so I goes up to da ferry and notice a guy standin’ there, and I says, hey, ferry guy (in Norwegian, well…Danish in a Norwegian accent, which works), what gives? What’s wit dis here ferry? And what does ferry guy say? He sizes me up, sees that I’m a friend (judging by my attempt at Norwegian), and laments, “This here ship is going to Bergen, packed to the gills on every floor with Germans. Look…they’re all around. At least they’re leaving soon.” Old grudges die hard in Flåm, I suppose.

The Boat That Never Came

Dad, Barbara and I (this was a common theme in early June) can’t figure out what to do on our second-to-last day in Amsterdam. We decide to head out to the Jewish quarter by canal boat, and notice on the canal boat schedule that accompanies our ticket that one would have come by in the past 10 minutes…ordinarily, one would think we were SOL. However, we were hopeful that we could still make it, as the canal boats had been running about 25 minutes late. We go down to the dock, hoping to see a boat coming down the canal, and while waiting, I decide to inquire as to the recent comings and goings of canal boats from the canal boat experts/fresh meat recruited to sell tickets for the summer. I go up to the kiosk and ask, “So, any canal boats come through here recently?” Now, fellow reader, these canal boats are LARGE. Like Leon large. At least 100 feet. Not the sort of thing you’re going to lose behind a sofa. What does our missing dutch link respond? “Umm…hmm…canal boat, eh!?…Ask the guy at the dock.” Fair enough, I think. He’s busy selling tickets, or postcards, or sodas, or health insurance (that’s a long shot…they have socialized medicine in Holland). I go down to the dock, and find the guy working there, and say, “Old woman! What knight lives in that castle!” Now, ok…my Dutch is rusty, and the flunky working the dock is from Hoboken, so something got lost in translation. When we decided to continue the conversation in English, I asked, “So, any canal boats come through here in the past 10 minutes?” To which our flunky replied, “Oh…umm…a boat? Wow…I don’t know.” I think I could have dealt with anything. “I can’t tell you on grounds of national security,” “Piss off,” “It’s againt my religion,” “If I tell you, will you call me in the morning?” would have all been acceptable responses. I was completely unprepared for “I don’t know”. We’re talking about something the size 3 Airstreams, not a cracker jack box. I sincerely hope for the future that he just decided not to tell me. Otherwise, I think we are doomed.