Houston

As sweet as the smog, as concrete the beauty, my future, nay, my destiny lies in the marsh of Houston. It is where I will forge myself anew, where my heart will turn a season and my mind sharpen its dull points. It is where I will become myself, where I will imitate the sun by bursting through the foul and ugly mists of vapors. Like the ozone burning bright, my light will glow with iridescent glory.

The Dude Abides. And abets.

Ah, Indecision, my beloved-- how I treasure your waffling lips and swaying hips.

A year ago, I couldn't decide between Texas and NY. Now it is TX and California. Next April it'll be TX and the Yukon.

You see, as the Dude said, "New shit has come to light, man."

On the other hand, the last almost two years has left me one of the most prepared pre-1L's that Langdell would ever be proud to set eyes on.

Cry mercy, cry joy, but be silent and solemn not, for the clasped lips are interred and could the dead but speak their rasping catch would cry speak, speak all!

Sideways Odyssey

It's a scary, enlightening thing: taking a risk and believing wholly that it's right.

The Votes Are In & Counted!

Smacktown, here I come!

In the last two months, I've visited (in order of enjoyment) CA, NY and Houston. It's Northern California all the way, baby. Here's why:

McG has everything I want: it's secluded and separate from the city and even the rest of the university, a kind of Sacramento Sanctuary without metropolis distractions. The green, manicured campus is lovely; the people are generous and sexy; the admin & faculty made me feel wanted and welcome; the hoodie they gave me is incredibly comfortable; I can live on campus; the buildings are being steadily renovated (I'm sad to say I didn't get to see the library but I understand it's under construction and will be stupen-tastic by the time I arrive); I felt a sense of community and excitement when I visited. Also, I've heard the same three things about Sac: how laid-back and pleasant it is, how close to SF it is and how close to Tahoe it is.

You know, McG is exactly what I was opening Pace would be a year ago.

Woo-hoo! Now I begin scheduling and planning: housing, financial aide, when to leave my job, how the hell am I going to move my stuff to NoCal?

These last few months in Austin are sadly numbered but as we depart, we embark.

Sactown Sonata

I'm reading Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers and wondering if the Wimsey tales influenced Wodehouse.

I'm also in a room at the Vagabond Inn in Sacramento, sipping watery coffee, peering out the window onto a chill and rainy day: Up the Light on the Future!

In short order I tour a school that existed only on paper and the princeton review website--it's the wild card in the race. Or it is now. In a matter of hours, that all may change: Cry Ho for the Shifting Land!

My religion is Gauguinism: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?

Momentum-Tum-Tum

I got into Houston--yay!
Since I've booked the flights already, I'm going to Sacramento and New York next month, but in all likelihood, I'll be a Cougar. Though I don't want to talk too soon, if these things come to pass (but in this loopy world, one can never tell) I'm gonna sign up for the Texas Innocence Project.

As the trajectory becomes visible, speed gains.

the waves

They rise in strength, pull to their looming height

up, up the fluid blue arc

white foam gathers, the sun nears:

shining blue-white flecks

Take me up, here it comes

what now -- ?