I’m not a New Yorker, but Spitzer had impressed me during his time as Attorney General. He seemed to possess a genuine passion for combating corruption among powerful business interests; an uncommon virtue among politicians. I recall reading a profile of Spitzer in the New Yorker not long ago which portrayed him as less effective as governor, but I still thought it likely that he would eventually make his way to the national stage. The actions leading to his swift fall from grace exemplify the kind of mental compartmentalization that is the downfall of so many men in the public eye. How else does someone prosecute prostitution rings while at the same time availing oneself of a prostitute’s services and not lie awake at night feeling like a schmuck? Spitzer’s decision to pay for sex is a private matter that shouldn’t have any bearing on his ability to serve the public. His own blatant hypocrisy provided the fatal blow to his career.
Here’s the entry for “observed” from the Apple thesaurus:
I observed this wheelchair dude in the vestibule waiting for me.
Gizmodo wants to know the identity of “wheelchair dude”. Well, it’s me and I was sitting in that vestibule for ages. I keep telling people to call ahead if they’re going to be late. It’s not as if I enjoy hanging around in vestibules. If I’m going to wait for someone, I’d much rather do it in a foyer or antechamber.
I got home about a little while ago and learned that my parents are on their way here. My grandmother’s health has been declining and she has taken a turn for the worse in the last twenty-four hours. We were never close, but she always showed concern for me through the years. When I first moved to Minnesota, she would frequently call my nurses on winter days to make sure I dressed warmly when I went outside. And I now all I can do is hope that whatever time she has remaining is spent in peace and comfort.
A deaf British couple wants to have a deaf child via in vitro fertilization. However, a pending bill in Parliament would require fertilization clinics to discard all embryos found to have genes for deafness. Of course, the deaf community is up in arms, accusing the government of implying that deaf people are better off not being born. And it’s hard to disagree with that charge. I’m curious: what other genetic markers are included in the bill’s mandate for automatic disposal? Blindness? Cystic fibrosis? I don’t have a problem with parents choosing which embryos to keep and which to discard, but this bill veers uncomfortably close to government-enforced eugenics.
In the long run, qualms such as mine might be moot. We are approaching a point when genetic manipulation of embryos will be readily available, despite government efforts to impose regulatory controls. As with most things in life, the wealthy will have an easier time accessing these services, while potential parents from more modest economic means will have to take their chances with old-fashioned procreation.
The UK government has announced an Independent Living Strategy that incorporates several strategies to give its citizens with disabilities more opportunities to live and work in the community. The Guardian interviews several policy experts for their reactions. I’m glad to see the government emphasizing consumer direction as part of its strategy, but also hope this doesn’t become another program that is highly touted at first and quickly loses momentum for want of sustained attention and follow-through.
My social calendar has been filling up with plenty of man-dates lately. I’m turning into a serial man-dater. Don’t get me wrong, I like the popularity. But I’m feeling the need to brush up on my inter-gender communication skills. Ladies, now’s your chance to experience The 19th Floor in its live format. Free drinks will be served. E-mail me to reserve your spot now.
An invite to my ten-year law school reunion arrived in my e-mail today. I haven’t decided if I’m going yet. I’m still grappling with the notion that a decade has passed since I graduated. It makes me realize how ridiculously young I was at the time; not even halfway through my twenties. Taking a couple years off between college and law school might have done me some good, but I don’t have a clue what I would have done if I had stuck around Green Bay.
A friend asked me last night if I ever thought about going back to school for another degree. I might consider a Master’s in Public Administration at some point, but for now me and my solitary graduate degree are quite content.
Clinton’s wins in Ohio and Texas may have changed the psychological landscape of this primary season, but not the mathematical one. Obama is still the frontrunner and, barring a colossal fuck-up by his campaign, he is still likely to be the Democratic nominee. I don’t consider myself a Clinton hater and I have a hard time believing that she would allow her ambition to be the instrument of the party’s unraveling. But some of her tactics trouble me. When she says that she takes Obama “at his word” that he’s not a Muslim, she reveals the same penchant for deliberate ambiguity that nearly destroyed her husband. A few more insinuations like that and she’ll start sounding like Karl Rove’s long-lost sister.
We Obama supporters have to trust the process and our candidate. He’s run an exceedingly well-executed campaign and I don’t think that will change.
Somewhere, John Madden is curled up in a ball and sobbing as he clutches a Brett Favre bobblehead close to his chest. Favre’s retirement comes as unexpected news to many of us Packers fans, particularly after the superb season he just completed. Some commentators are speculating that the Packers wouldn’t go along with Favre’s wish to pick up Randy Moss. That might have facilitated Favre’s hopes of winning one more Super Bowl, but it wouldn’t have served the team well in the longer term. I’m glad I had the opportunity to watch him in his last season, when he really seemed to be enjoying himself again. He brought to fruition the hopes of many long-suffering fans who hadn’t seen the Packers in the Super Bowl for three decades. We really can’t ask for anything more than that.
The final season of Battlestar Galactica doesn’t premiere until April, but legal blog Concurring Opinions engages in some highbrow geeking out in a series of audio interviews with the show’s head writers. They discuss BSG’s legal, political, and economic systems and give special attention to the show’s use of torture as a plot and thematic device. Showrunners Ron Moore and David Eick impress me with their thoughtful responses to the professors’ questions and they seem to have great synergy as writing partners. Here’s hoping they collaborate on future projects.
I’m curious as to whether the show has been cited or discussed in any law review articles. If Buffy and The Simpsons can provide fodder for academics, the same should be true for BSG. Perhaps someone out there with a Lexis account can do a quick search.
