Monday, April 25, 2011

The Passing of Friends

Time marches on. But it should take a break now and then.

It rains on both the rich and the poor. But the poor should have umbrellas.

There is a time to live, and a time to die. But let death wait a bit: death is so final and eternity is such a long time.


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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Perfectly Said

David Brooks, Why Trump Soars NYTimes (April 18, 2011):
[I]n every society, there are a few rare souls who rise above subservience, insecurity and concern. Each morning they take their own abrasive urges out for parade. They are so impressed by their achievements, so often reminded of their own obvious rightness, that every stray thought and synaptic ripple comes bursting out of their mouth fortified by impregnable certitude. When they have achieved this status they have entered the realm of Upper Blowhardia.




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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Affirmative Action for Latvian-American Law Teachers!(?)

I demand affirmative action for Latvian American law faculty candidates.

Why?

Well, we are severely underrepresented in American law schools.

How many of us are there in the U.S., you say?

Well, I confess there are not many of us. But there ought to be more of us. And there ought to be more of us in law teaching, don't you agree?
As it stands now, there may be one (1) Latvian-American law teacher in the U.S. That's not many.
Latvian-Americans are surely one of the most insular minorities in America. We are so insular that most Americans don't even know that we exist. (Do we exist if no one hears us?)


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Monday, December 27, 2010

Bright & Dark Windows in the Snow


Robert Frost:

Good Hours



I had for my winter evening walk--

No one at all with whom to talk,

But I had the cottages in a row

Up to their shining eyes in snow.


And I thought I had the folk within:

I had the sound of a violin;

I had a glimpse through curtain laces

Of youthful forms and youthful faces.


I had such company outward bound.

I went till there were no cottages found.

I turned and repented, but coming back

I saw no window but that was black.


Over the snow my creaking feet

Disturbed the slumbering village street

Like profanation, by your leave,

At ten o'clock of a winter eve.


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Wednesday, November 24, 2010