Anyone who wonders what LOL is all about can now see clearly. No, it's not keeping you informed on your activity. It's not even keeping you informed on the so-called national circuit as if that were the ideal of your activity, the focus of your forensic lusts, la creme de la argumentative creme (of people with enough money to actually participate on the national circuit, that is; ever wonder why it's the same schools year after year after year? Think it's because their kids are so much smarter than anyone else? Their coaches are so much better? Wellllll, if you do believe that, far be it from me to disillusion you). The purpose of LOL is to make a buck, folks. I mean, how glued are you to the arrival of Smchugga Skloopki from Kanushka, fellow forensicians?
Gimme a break.
On another note, do I understand correctly that the core of next year's JV division is now living in JFK a la Tom Hanks in The Terminal? Cool!
Oh, yeah. Friday afternoon I went to Hastings-on-Hudson, to eat at Buffet de la Gare (wonderful, btw). After driving about eleven and a half hours, I passed a sign indicating the entrance to the Masters School. Says I to myself, Self, they've got to be kidding. This place is easily an hour away from Ma Hud. This, I continue to my ever-listening self, is going to be interesting. Craig's probably better off staying at JFK. It's probably closer.
Happy Fourth. Reminder: TJ quotes liberally from Locke in the document we happen to be celebrating. (I'm sure TJ would have quoted liberally from Foucault if he had had the chance -- TJ was a notorious Francophile.) Read into the thing again; as always, it's printed on the back of the Times. And enjoy the coming weeks as we select a new Supe! Your country at its best, sorta. You should be reading up on all those variations of judging styles, especially if good old judicial activism is a Fall topic. Fascinatin' stuff, eh? What else are you going to do all summer? Hang out at JFK?
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We finally were released from JFK after Mrs. Grabowitz got to the point where everyone in the airport was in danger of receiving multiple stab wounds from a very well sharpened pencil. Then, when we got to LA, we had to sit in the unaccompanied minors lounge because some schmeggegie wrote that we were unaccompanied minors in the wrong spot, so Seamus Donovan wasn't allowed to come get us. Fortunately, we escaped the labyrinth that is American Airlines and are now at VBI prepping for our first practice round on Wednesday. By the way, what does LOL mean specifically???
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