tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41308232011-07-28T22:10:07.978-07:00The daily adventures of starting your own law practicegreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.comBlogger1791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-4920420995415683262010-06-08T14:42:00.000-07:002010-07-10T14:43:12.712-07:00

After sucking down the rather minimal breakfast, I raced to re-load the back seat before the rain hit. It wasn't fun - the boxes were somewhat heavy - but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, because the car was literally right out the door (did I mention it was a one-story 'motel'? No? Hmm). The 'Missouri curse' continued right up from where it'd left off the night before - again the road

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-12776524866976276172010-06-07T08:08:00.000-07:002010-07-10T14:23:20.853-07:00

Missouri, that is.... After last night's adventure, we were hoping for a clear, sunny day. Route 66 is pretty well-marked in Illinois, even if you do spend some time simply hopping back and forth across I55. Such is not the case in Missouri. It's so bad, my trusty navigator (a/k/a The Fiancee) wondered who'd written the Missouri map for the Route 66 guide we had. At one point, the map told

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-14947176968535454662010-06-06T19:41:00.000-07:002010-06-14T19:52:19.436-07:00

Well, things have certainly been hectic the last month and a half - if change makes life interesting, I've had enough for a while, thanks.I flew back to Chicago, ostensibly to wrap a few things up, pack up the (second) car and bring the girlfriend back to LA. I flew in on the Friday before Memorial Day, and thought we'd be on the road by Wednesday. Turns out, we didn't leave until yesterday. Oops

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-49144244240327072952010-06-03T22:32:00.000-07:002010-06-03T22:36:31.928-07:00

When I had my firm in Chicago, I was downtown, close to the courts, but far from the clients. Now that I'm out in LA, I'm in the opposite position - far from the courts, but close to potential clients, and, ironically, the IRS field office in El Monte.The first step in creating this office was to create a website. I have one roughed in, but need to spend time creating content. More importantly, I

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-10280790041220524042010-05-09T21:58:00.000-07:002010-05-10T00:15:56.273-07:00

If at first you don't succeed....I started this blog as a law student. It dropped off in year three, partially due to work requirements. I tried to revive it when, after two unsuccessful - and largely unmotivated - years of job search, I decided to formally open my own practice. One problem - location.Location, location, location. It's a mantra we hear often relative to a retail store, or a

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-65891047526197001182007-07-23T10:14:00.000-07:002007-07-23T10:20:13.643-07:00

Always nice to walk in after a week off to find your world has gone into the crapper.Three weeks ago, I deposited a rather large check in my account in order to cover expenses. I was told that, because the amount was 'unusual' (not surprising, since the account is new - any transaction would be 'unusual'), BankX would put a hold on the check.This concerned me, as I needed to pay rent. No problem,

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-33384096932619335422007-05-10T10:06:00.000-07:002007-07-23T10:10:27.430-07:00

I've sent out resumes, made inquiries (or enquiries, if you're British), and tried networking, all to no avail. It's been two years since graduation, yet I do not have a full-time legal position as yet. So today I strike out on my own - I'm opening my own law office.I'll let you know how it goes.First up - signing a lease. I've managed to get a good deal, and for a short term. Included in the

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1149822633140040222006-06-08T20:02:00.000-07:002006-06-27T18:37:36.960-07:00

Such is the legend. Assassins and serial killers go by three names: John Wilkes Booth, James Earl Ray, Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wayne Gacy.Of course, there's numerous counter-arguments: Jeffrey Dahmer, Charles Manson, Sirhan Sirhan, Timothy McVeigh...But the perception is that psycho-killers have three names. And James Buck Inman added to that perception this week when he was arrested for the

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1141839837786845122006-03-08T09:25:00.000-08:002006-03-08T09:43:57.810-08:00

I first got the desire (can one actually call it that?) to take the California Bar Exam over a year ago. It was the middle of March, and cold as usual in Chicago when I headed west to visit some blog friends. The sunny, warm weather really worked to lift my spirits, and I realized that perhaps the best thing I could do long-term was to head west to SoCal.But that's the funny thing about law

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1141700214123687642006-03-06T18:44:00.000-08:002006-03-11T12:49:57.780-08:00

I'm not going to pretend that I'm some great Minnesota Twin fan (which as a White Sox fan, would be akin to blasphemy), but I did respect Kirby Puckett's talent.What made it easier, though, was the fact that Kirby was a native Chicagoan, and even though he played for a hated rival, people here still admired him. It's a Chicago, thing, actually. Since we're a 'flyover' city, and generally ignored

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1141699483148872432006-03-06T18:43:00.000-08:002006-03-06T18:44:43.160-08:00

Well the plan was to spend last week talking about my trip to California to take the bar exam.That was the plan.The reality was that I brought home a nice souvenir from California - one hell of a nasty cold. Or some cold-and-flu-like illness, which kicked me up one side and down another. Tuesday, I was feeling a little under the weather & stuffy. By Wednesday morning, I had a nice, hoarse voice

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1141152890785285552006-02-28T10:47:00.000-08:002006-02-28T10:54:50.800-08:00

"So I hear you're taking the California Bar Exam. What, one bar exam wasn't good enough for you?"The scene was Loyola's Law School Library, and the speaker was my classmate Andrew. He was there studying for the Illinois Bar Exam, having graduated in December. Along with him were a few of my former classmates, the ones who hadn't made the switch to full-time after first year, but who had graduated

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1136906796376368302006-01-10T07:23:00.000-08:002006-02-10T19:06:25.306-08:00

2006’s early nominee for Over-inflated Ego of the Year has to be Marcus Vick. Apparently, having a famous brother who plays in the NFL means you can do whatever you want and still get drafted – or so Vick believes. Check out Vick’s off-field ‘achievements’, which he hopes NFL teams will turn a blind eye to:Vick's first brushes with the law came in 2004 (from Fox Sports ): on May 14, 2004 he was

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1136352022116558262006-01-03T21:19:00.000-08:002006-01-03T21:20:22.126-08:00

So the holidays have come and gone. Again. And once again, I have made lots of resolutions for the New Year. And pretty much broken them in record time.First there was the ‘don’t procrastinate’ resolution. Done by 10:00am on January 1.The next to go was the ‘be more assertive’ resolution. It made it all the way until noon.Finally, the ‘work out more’ resolution died sometime today. I don’t know

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1136353254302944882006-01-02T21:38:00.000-08:002006-01-11T11:43:37.116-08:00

All rise!Hear ye! Hear ye! The court is now in session. The Honorable Roy Bean presiding. All those with business before this court come forward and make yourselves known.Our first case today is Greg v. Microsoft.“You honor, I am Greg appearing pro se. I am here today on a complaint containing numerous items in controversy, first and foremost the claim for Intentional Infliction of Emotional

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1136080945128447062005-12-31T18:01:00.000-08:002006-01-03T06:51:56.666-08:00

It was late when my phone rang.“Hello?” I mumbled.“You up?” the voice asked. “I am now. What’s up?”“You’d better get over here.”“Why?”“He’s taken a turn for the worse. I don’t think it’ll be long now.”I struggled with what I should do. Sure, there’d been good times, but there’d also been the bad times. And in thinking things over, I was beginning to believe that the bad outweighed the good. But

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1133499755174995842005-12-01T20:55:00.000-08:002005-12-29T08:12:22.436-08:00

Ever since the 'Uma-Oprah' comment at the Acdemy Awards ten years or so ago, they've been intertwined in TV history.For the last few years, she's famously refused to come on his show, no matter how he's begged. It's become a running joke, and among the most talked about celebrity feuds in memory.The feud is over. Oprah, as I write this, is talking to David Letterman!!!I'm wondering: is anyone

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1133506693804937442005-11-30T22:15:00.000-08:002005-12-20T22:47:14.216-08:00

Right before I left for SoCal, I got a letter from the State Bar of California, indicating that 1) I hadn't paid the proper fee (I paid the 'general' fee of $464, not the 'attorney' fee of $674), and 2) I should call the eligibility department.When I called the eligibility department, they informed me that they hadn't gotten my certificate of good standing. You're right, I said, because when I'd

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132955284269696342005-11-25T09:42:00.000-08:002005-12-01T22:14:56.510-08:00

"I know that I'd never have given it back to you with it running like this," my friend Joe admonishes me from a chair three feet behind me. He's attempting to fix my laptop, which not only has been running slow, but doesn't like showing video lately. Which made for a fun plane ride as I attempted to watch The American President and Ronin. So here I am, at the 'computer doctor's' home, hoping he

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132804712376965992005-11-23T19:44:00.000-08:002005-12-01T10:31:10.363-08:00

The flight back to Chicago touched down at 3:57, two minutes ahead of schedule. But like everywhere else in Chicago, there was traffic. So we didn't arrive at the gate for another 15 minutes.I'd planned on having my parents (who picked me up at the airport, and saved me $40 in cab fare) just drive me to their house, where I could spend the weekend. I'd even told the secretary at BigLaw that I'd

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132642516520888522005-11-21T22:33:00.000-08:002005-11-23T09:42:19.703-08:00

I hate when fun trips end. Even with the interview, the past week has been pretty enjoyable. Today was no exception.I woke up and headed out for a run, th third since I've been here. Unfortunately, I'm in no better shape than I was a week ago, and my legs felt like butter after just 15 minutes of running. I plodded through a full 30-minute run, still following the 15-3-15 strategy. But the crux

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132563970663688962005-11-21T01:05:00.000-08:002005-11-21T01:51:57.493-08:00

Yes, there is. I've been writing in my laptop for a few days (having brought it with to watch movies) and I've copied over the loose thoughts into coherent posts. Of course, the plan was to watch movies on the flight here and back, but the drivers don't want to cooperate, so that wasn't much fun. Unless, of course, you like watching a movie where the dialogue and the film aren't in sync.Today,

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132563227728949892005-11-20T00:29:00.000-08:002005-11-21T01:44:15.030-08:00

Joanie is a member of BLUESD, San Diego's blues society, and this weekend was the regional finals of the International Blues Competition. The winner of the best group and best solo/duo categories would head to Memphis in January for the final competition.Since Joanie is a board member, we headed down to spend the day at the House of Blues (who had generously donated the venue) to watch. I saw

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132561752997543822005-11-18T23:18:00.000-08:002005-11-21T00:29:13.006-08:00

Joanie wasn't feeling very festive today, and Little Dude wasn't feeling very good. He'd first complained last night, before he had to go to Scouts. But it was the annual Turkey Day skit, and Joanie thought he was just feeling a little nervous.By this morning, he wasn't feeling any better, and Joanie decided he should stay home. So I was on my own for the day. Fortunately, I'd decided to keep the

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132561077767757882005-11-18T16:11:00.000-08:002005-11-21T00:17:57.766-08:00

With Joanie sleeping in (according to her, she sleeps fitfully at night, and never all the way through) I decided to put the running shoes and clothes to good use and go for a jog first thing Thursday morning.Bad idea.You have no idea how out of shape you are until you try to run the hills around San Diego. I started on a downhill, so it seemed easy. But then came the uphill. And the burn. And

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132560621614165642005-11-17T11:42:00.000-08:002005-11-21T01:08:03.536-08:00

After a greuling two-hour interview, I needed to decompress. I walked out of the building, only to find the car gone. Funny since I'd left Joanie inside napping. One quick phone call later, and she was driving back from the little ride she'd taken.She announced that she'd talked to her friend Clark, and he would be glad to join us for lunch. She called Clark, and let him and I work out the

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132558908861629562005-11-16T23:53:00.000-08:002005-11-20T23:41:48.873-08:00

The purpose of y trip to San Diego wasn't so much as a vacation (which my dad seems to think it's more of) than a way to keep things from being prohibitively expensive. I can't even begin to imagine trying to do a one-day trip to LA, including transportation, hotel, and a meal or two and not having it cost me the same as a trip out here for a week, including car rental. So I took the opportunity

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132557791939668902005-11-15T23:04:00.000-08:002005-11-20T23:23:51.926-08:00

With the unseasonably warm November weather in Chicago starting to turn toward the more seasonable frigid, I climbed aboard a plane bound for San Diego.No sooner did I land than I immediately realized that Robert Burns' poem ("The best laid plans of mice and men...") still holds true nearly 400 years later. I'd watched the weather reports, and the unseasonably warm weather in Chicago had roughly

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1132565179832315382005-11-10T22:08:00.000-08:002005-11-21T01:26:19.893-08:00

Ever since I updated my resume on Monster, I've been inundated with calls and emails.Unfortunately, as I mentioned earlier, they haven't been for anything i've wanted to do. Here are some examples:The Clueless. These are the idiots who just don't get it. They're headhunters/recruiters who are merely looking for warm bodies to fill positions, and not good matches. Worse yet, they use robots to

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1131336689003689502005-11-06T19:04:00.000-08:002005-11-14T06:44:55.020-08:00

...and you're to blame...Ok, so it wasn't the first song that Bon Jovi sang last night, it was the second. But it was immensely satisfying to hear.About a month-and-a-half ago, my friend Cheri called me up and asked if I'd be interested in seeing the band. Sure, I'd said. And why not? Sure, Bon Jovi has a reputation of being a 'girls band,' but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy their music. Plus,

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1131085347226754072005-11-03T22:21:00.000-08:002005-11-03T22:32:35.250-08:00

Oh, so much is going on around here….and there’s even some entertainment, as well.Would you care to join the rest of us here in November?On the entertainment side, TV Guide has taken to advertising heavily at the end of the “Fox Comedy Block” which runs here from 5-7pm. The ad promotes the new, bigger, TV Guide, mentions the feature story (this week: Grey’s Anatomy). This is followed by a plug

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1130641975278867892005-10-29T19:27:00.000-07:002005-10-29T20:12:55.290-07:00

Supposedly, Green Bay, Wisconsin calls itself Titletown. No doubt that Green Bay's thirteen NFL titles (1929, 1930, 1931, 1936, 1939, 1944, 1961, 1962, 1965, 1966, 1967, 1968 and 1997) give it that name, but Chicago is no slouch. In fact, the Bears are second in the NFL in championships, with nine - 1921, 1932, 1933, 1940, 1941, 1943, 1946, 1963 and 1986.In basketball, the Bulls, with six NBA

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1129901483581430162005-10-21T06:22:00.000-07:002005-10-21T06:31:23.586-07:00

Tomorrow is Game 1 of the World Series - Chicago White Sox versus the Houston Astros. The Sox haven't been to the World Series since 1959, and haven't won one since 1917. Their crosstown rivals, the Cubs, haven't been to the World Series since 1945, and last won one in 1908. Needless to say, this town has gone ga-ga in anticipation of the first pitch.Half the people can't believe that, after 46

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1129260886065539882005-10-13T20:09:00.000-07:002005-10-13T20:34:46.073-07:00

Oh, brother, I can’t, I can’t get throughI’ve been trying hard to reach youCause I don’t know what to doOh, brother, I can’t believe it’s trueI’m so scared about the futureAnd I want to talk to youOh, I want to talk to youYou could take a picture of something you seeIn the future where will I beYou could climb a ladder up to the sunOr write a song nobody had sungOr do something that’s never been

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1128918283163622112005-10-09T20:41:00.000-07:002005-10-09T21:24:43.170-07:00

So now that I've officially passed the Bar Exam, I have to find a job. Toward that end, I've updated the resume on Monster.com (stagnant for four years). I don't expect much from Monster, but it's a start. Next up is reviewing firms here in Illinois, and also trying to get a line on firms in California. The early results aren't promising; in looking at several websites, the firms here aren't

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1128716698870029452005-10-07T08:47:00.000-07:002005-10-07T13:24:58.926-07:00

So here I am, at work, waiting for a tax return to show up so I can turn around and mail it overseas. In the meantime, I'm nerve-racked waiting for the start of the only playoff game that matters, White Sox v. Red Sox. Before this series started, all the experts were picking Boston, saying the Chisox didn't have a hope in hell, that their lack of offense would kill them. The experts said that

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1128569477995760692005-10-05T20:01:00.000-07:002005-10-05T20:31:18.003-07:00

Wednesday was my birthday. I and several friends went out to dinner to celebrate, and afterward, only my friend Blake (who also happens to be the only non-suburbanite in the group) came back to my apartment for a cocktail.While he was there, I pulled out a letter I'd gotten from the Illinois Board of Admissions to the Bar. "We are pleased to advise that your applications has been recommended for

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1128184604909643382005-10-01T09:35:00.000-07:002005-10-01T09:36:44.916-07:00

So I’m still kind of recovering from my birthday. Had a nice dinner with friends, got some nice gifts; the family celebration is this weekend. The Bar results were – if you believed the rumor – supposed to have been posted at midnight. They weren’t, predictably. I have a feeling that the rumor was started by one of my classmates who reveled in starting false rumors to freak people out. He was

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1127793508992284992005-09-26T20:51:00.000-07:002005-09-26T21:35:51.016-07:00

“So what do you want for your birthday?”Ugh. THAT question again. The annual reminder that I’m getting older, and closer to retirement. Well, not that close.Anyway, I hate that question, because the last thing I do is sit around and think of things that I want for my birthday. Oh, occasionally I drop hints, but often they get ignored. Or maybe my taste is just too expensive. I mean, is it too

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1127600340732678892005-09-24T15:17:00.000-07:002005-09-24T20:33:17.303-07:00

“Hi, long time no talk. How have you been?”The email began innocuously enough. Standard how’ve-you-been stuff. But I should have seen the next sentence coming, since she works for a law firm here in Chi-town.“Are you anxious to get the results this week?”That’s right. The Results. The scores/results I’ve tried not to think about the last eight weeks. The ones which determine just what the hell I’

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1127519930516196342005-09-23T16:48:00.000-07:002005-09-23T16:58:50.523-07:00

Ok, so I haven't posted much while I took a week off. So here's a bit of whimsy from an old prof of mine to entertain you while I beat the cold I've caught..AP--The White House announced today plans to make a tactical nuclearstrike against Hurricane Rita, and likely all future storms Category 2and upthat threaten the United States as well.In a press conference, President Bush declared a

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1126742306169829632005-09-14T16:31:00.000-07:002005-09-15T11:12:22.716-07:00

So far, John Roberts has done an admirable & deft job of avoiding the tough questions. Watching CSPAN last night, I saw Senator Jon Kyl (R-AZ) ask Roberts about using international law to interpret the Constitution. Kyl's comments were directed at the Roper case, which cited international law in reaching a decision against executing juveniles.Senator Kyl, in his eagerness to denounce the decision

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1126472515132581782005-09-11T13:46:00.000-07:002005-09-11T14:01:55.136-07:00

A few months back - not long before finals - I ran a personal ad in Craigslist. Being a law student can crimp one's dating opportunities, so I thought I'd give CL a shot. I got only a couple of responses, probably because I didn’t put a photo up with my ad. There was a good reason for that – at the time, I was still dating Volvo Girl, who I’d met on CL as well. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in love

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1126117957070279752005-09-07T11:15:00.000-07:002005-09-07T11:32:37.076-07:00

Life is about change - and sometimes, those changes happen without us knowing that they've occurred, or without us being able to say good bye.Yesterday morning, two thugs attempted to rob a Jewel food store before it opened in south suburban Dolton, IL (for the record, Jewel is part of Albertson's). They were unsuccessful, and fled as police arrived. One employee was severely beaten, and many

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-1126064781655011582005-09-06T20:38:00.000-07:002005-09-06T20:46:21.660-07:00

So, if you're one of the three or four people who regularly read the old site - the one over at crimeny.net, which now becomes the old site as this returns to being my regular hang out - you probably wondered what the hell happened to my blog. Get in line, because I'm wondering too.One day, it was there. The next, it was gone. Suspended at first, then gone entirely. Nearly two years of work shot

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Testing....testing....Wow. It's still here. Amazing.Hmm...dust everywhere. Looks like I have some cleaning to do....

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A few things on my mind right now.I should be researching 7th, 12th, 13th and DC Circuit factors for trademark infringement. I'll get to that in a bit. Bit first, some fun...Ok, so I was able to come up with a song for each day of the week, thanks to some help from gail-marie, dahl, missing link and Scott.But then I thought.."why not cover each day of the week with a band name?"And then Scott

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So this girl on Match.com sends me a wink. I'm curious, so I reply.We go to dinner on the Saturday before my b-day and things go well. She seems nice. Three days later, we go out again. Then the next Saturday, even though I just moved and am kind of tired, she invites me over and we rent a movie. We don't watch much of the movie. The next day, I'm very busy 'closing up' the old apartment, and

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So the Cubs lost. Honestly, I kind of expected that. They never had a good bullpen, and you don't win World Series' by forcing your best pitchers to go eight innings. Six innings, then bring in middle relief. But the Cubs have never had good middle relief, and no true closer since they let Lee Smith go back in the late 80's. Neither have the White Sox.So what do you do? Well, Greg Maddux should

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Sammy Sosa just hit a nice, soft line shot to advance the runner to third...the Cubs lead 3-0, getting a couple of insurance runs the last two innings, and McKeon's gotta be looking down the barrel of defeat right now. Six more outs, and this neighborhood goes wild. I moved my car a mile away, partially because I don't have the requisite LV2 permit (which subjects me to a $150 tow risk), and

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The packing continues. I have so much crap, it's unbelievable. I should just toss stuff, but....where do I start? Holy cow, there's a lot of stuff....where did it all come from? What the heck am I going to do with it all?One nice discovery today - my Lincoln at the Parks brochure from when I moved in. Why is that nice? I discovered that I'd transposed some numbers in my head. My apartment isn't

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So things will probably be sparse the next few days, as I run around the apartment packing up for the big move one week from today.It dawned on me Thursday, as I was writing my paper, that I was moving in a week. One week from today, I'll be unpacking in a new home. Hard to fathom that.When I moved here, things were much different. I packed over a couple of weeks, and brought stuff to this place

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Today is D-Day. As in Draft Brief Day. As in the Draft-brief-that-I-haven't-finished-and-should-be-working-on thingy. Instead, I'm listening to Eric & Kathy on WTMX and fooling around on the weblog, responding to comments by two of my favorite ladies, Ang and Annika.Now, I can justify the radio part. After all, the topic on E&K is screwups by home contractors, based on a news item that a woman

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Please answer the following questions. Feel free to embellish where needed. If you need to look up embellish, hit the little X in the upper right hand corner of your screen.Background info:Name:City:Age:Family:Brothers: ___Sisters: ___Children: Yours: ___Other: ______Undergraduate alma mater: _______________Grad School (if applicable): _______________Law School (if applicable): _______________

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To: GregFrom: MetLifeRe: Denial of claimDear Sir:This is to inform you that we have denied your claim for the following reasons:(a) Services were rendered prior to the effective coverage date.Hmm......This shouldn't happen. I have COBRA!!!(beep beep boop boop beep) Riiiiiinnnngg.....riiiinnnggg....Welcome to MetLife!If you have a touchtone phone, press 1.Los needos personas to hablas espanol,

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Check it out. Tell me what you think.

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How's your vision today? Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

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I found another good website for those of us undergoing anxiety in the interviewing process. Check it out.

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Ok, now I'm pissed. I wrote a huge post. I talked about a lot of things. I hit post. And f+ing MSN had logged me off, and not told me. So I lost it all.

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There oughta be a law.... Ok, they did it. Again. What? It. S-X. Who? The couple across the way from me. Again. Second time in a week. This time, he was on top. Last time, she was. YOU PERVERT!!!! No, I am not a pervert. So how do you know then? Hmm? Because they were doing it with the lights on, the blinds open, and......right in front of the window. It's damn unfair. Looking out

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Sometimes, Joel, you've gotta say....what the fuck??? I got this letter today via Loyola's email system: From: Law-1stYR-Student-Life To: Date: Tuesday - September 16, 2003 4:53 PM Subject: Proposal on Grades A proposal has been made through the College of Arts & Sciences that Loyola implement a grading system that would include minus grades. The faculty asked that I write to

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Miscellaneous things on my mind: Music: Why is it, when you’re trying to study, the DJ plays good songs? So far this morning, WXRT’s Terri Hemmert has played Coldplay’s God Put A Smile on Your Face, A3’s Woke Up This Morning, and Steve Miller’s Swingtown. If I hear Rev It Up or Good Day For the Blues, I’m gonna scream. This never happens when I’m driving on the road, dying to hear a good song.

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How NOT to make a good impression Today was my first interview in four and a half years. I hate interviews, because they bear a remarkable similarity to dating. This morning I actually got off to a good start. I managed to get up after only one 'snooze' session. I didn't slice up my face until I looked like Freddy shaving. The printer didn't crap out printing out my revised Trial-Level Brief

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Empty Sky I woke up this morning I could barely breathe Just an empty impression In the bed where you used to be I want a kiss from your lips I want an eye for an eye I woke up this morning to an empty sky Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky Empty sky, empty sky I woke up this morning to an empty sky Blood on the streets Blood flowin' down I hear the blood of my blood

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Just Another Pete Yorn You and I , we’re two of a kind, I hate to say it but you’ll never relate, What makes you tick? It makes me smile You said that I should get away from it all And bury my head in the sand if I want to, I think you…..should thank me now You were lying wide-awake in the garden Trying to get over your stardom And I could never see you depart us And you’re my baby, You’

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Things of note Maizzy sent me this link via a comment, and I absolutely thought it was hilarious. For the record, yours truly answered no to every question. I wonder if I can use that next time I'm trying to get a date.....maybe I can post it on my match.com profile. "Hey look! I'm not a complete jerk!" Yea, that'll work.... When you follow the link to Witt and Wisdom, click on the link to

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God Put A Smile Upon Your Face Where do we go, nobody knows I've got to say I'm on my way down God give me style and give me grace God put a smile upon my face Where do we go to draw the line I've got to say I wasted all your time Oh honey honey Where do I go to fall from grace God put a smile upon your face yeah And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you Yeah, when you work it out I

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Memos from Law School: Now that Loyola’s IT ‘team’ has figured out how to add me to the main law school address list, I get all kinds of interesting emails. You know, class announcements (for classes I don’t have), death notices (for people I’ve never met, and wouldn’t know), and general announcements, such as this one: Date: Friday - August 29, 2003 11:21 AM Subject: ATTENTION

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Weekend Daze… I’ve kind of been in a funk all week. I think it’s the whole back-to-school thing, and all the pressure of the week. To top things off, my granduncle died this week; his second wife was such a bitch, she didn’t want to tell any of his four children by his first marriage (my aunts and uncles) that he’d died. She told her own daughter that she’d called the family and let them know.

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Dean for America Ok, I don't spout off on politics much here. In fact, I can't even think of a time when I have. But the truth is, I'm a democrat. For the most part. Usually vote democratic. So there. Anyway, a classmate of mine, originally from Connecticut, is big into working campaigns. I've always wanted to, so I've been bugging her to volunteer at an event. Well, finally, she asked me to

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I KNEW THE BRIDE By Nick Lowe and his Cowboy Outfit I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll Well the bride looks a picture in the gown that her mama wore When she was married herself nearly 27 years before They had to change the style a little but it looked just fine Stayed up all night but they got it finished just in time Now on the arm

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Apartment Hunting....Part Deux....(the search continues) Because the first Tour of Chicago apartments didn't yield a gem, I wandered the streets of Wrigleyville on Monday, searching for more candidates. And found several. In addition, I made an appointment with a real estate agent to look at several in the Logan Square/Bucktown neighborhoods. Yesterday was the culmination of that effort.

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Sometimes you fly so high You can't find a place to land Got money in the bank A drink in your hand When the love gets low Someone's gonna lose Cause our love is driftin, and it's a good day for the blues When you shuffle your cards You always have a winning hand When luck is on the run You never have to take a stand When the chips get low You know you're gonna have to choose

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With her killer graces And her secret places That no boy can fill With her hands on her hips And that smile on her lips Because she knows that it kills me With her soft french cream Standing in the doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me alone Because french cream won't soften them boots Adn french kisses will not break that heart of stone With her long hair falling And her eyes that

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And then, depression set in..... Great. I got the email today. You know, that email. The one we all dread.... Hi, Greg You are invited to the Shepard High School Class of 1983 Reunion! When: October 10, 2003. Where: Holiday Inn, Matteson Cost: $65 pp... Oh. My. God. Two months to find a date. Can I do it? Should I go? Am I really that old? *sigh*

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More Photos I got back the rest of the pictures from vacation. Total developing cost (US): $150. Total developing cost (Italy): approx $55. Total film cost: approx $130 (due to fluctuation in value of Euro, it's impossible for me to be exact here). That means my photos cost me a total of $385. Annika, in a comment a couple of weeks back, pointed out that I should have just went digital,

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While you were out.... The following people died: Donald Regan David Brinkley Gregory Peck Hume Cronyn Larry Doby Strom Thurmond Katharine Hepburn Buddy Hackett Barry White Buddy Ebsen Tex Schramm Bob Hope Quite a list. The average age of it is 86; I should be so lucky to live so long. Two (Hope and Thurmond) made it all the way to 100; two more (Ebsen, at 95, and Hepburn, at 96) were within

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A quickie post Had some time today, so I decided to.....update my resume? get a haircut? No.....I downloaded some more photos.....this time of Interlaken. Oh, and I added more to the Paris folder, too. Enjoy.

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I'm baaaaack...for a day Man, I feel bushed. All I've been doing is traveling since May 23rd. I came home last Friday, and spend Saturday and Sunday unpacking and doing laundry, going through 10 weeks worth of mail, and trying to figure out who has been paid and who hasn't. In the interim, I have to also slog through 150 emails (99 percent junk, unfortunately; I don't get much in the way of real

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If it's Wednesday, this must be....Dublin? Whew.........I've been in Ireland since Saturday with no Internet access to speak of, and so much to tell.... In two days, I'll be home. That's just weird to say, after being gone since May 23rd. It's been a long, fun, educational, and interesting trip. I've seen the beginning of the Tour de France (yea Lance!), the British Open (though in the UK it's

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It has now been 59 days since I left the United States. In that time, I've visited Rome, Florence, Milan, Sorrento, Capri, Interlachen (Switzerland), Bern, Strasbourg, Kassel (Germany), Paris, Luxembourg, Brussels, London, Oxford, and this weekend's entry, Salisbury and Stonehenge. For those of you who are counting, that's 6 capital cities and 7 countries. This coming weekend, I'll add one more

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Yeah, I'd like to go to Paris one day....maybe even France..... Paris Day One Because big cities like London, Rome and Paris tend to be pretty pricey, and because money isn't infinite, I jumped at the opportunity to go on a one-day, thirty six hour excursion to Paris with the 'other' Greg and Blake. John M rode the train with us, but was planning on spending the entire weekend. Once there, we

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Day after day I'm more confused And I look for the light through the pourin' rain You know thats a game that I'd hate to loose And I'm feelin' the strain Ain't it a shame? (Chrous) Oh, gimme the Beach Boys and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock n' roll and drift away Oh, gimme the Beach Boys and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock n' roll and drift away Dobie Gray,

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Week two I was disappointed to have to come back to the hole that was CIARUS. Having to put up with insolent twelve-year-olds was annoying enough for two days, but the thought of a whole week........... Nevertheless, come back I did. And every night, the chaperones would tell the kids to go off to bed at 10, then retire for the evening, leaving us to suffer with children running the halls all

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Kassel (Part Deux) Tun was an interesting guy. At first he thought I, being an American, only spoke English. Later (after a few drinks), he learned I spoke German, and proceeded to try to talk to me - at machine gun pace. I kept saying langsam, langsam (slower, slower) to no avail. He'd just talk faster. We got to Freierhagen, where Patty's family friend lived, and where we'd be spending the

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Strasbourg Well, I've finally managed to re-configure a keyboard to US-style, and not get booted off the computer afterward. If it seems like forever since I last posted, it's because it has been. So here we are, our last day in Strasbourg. It's been interesting, to say the least. Here's a little synopsis of the last 10 days.... Day 1 - Arrival John C. and I arrived in Strasbourg expecting a

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I am now in Strasbourg, France, trying to get familiar with a new keyboard. How hard is it? Here's the same sentence, typed as if I were using a US-style keyboard: I q, noz in Strqsbourg Frqnce; trying to get fq,iliqr zith q nez keyboqrd: Hoz bqd is it§ Hereùs the sq,e sentence; typed qs if I zere using q US)style keyboqrd: So you can see, typing is at a glacial pace, with frequent mistakes.

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Interlaken Put on my blue suede shoes, and I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the delta blues, in the middle of the pouring rain Marc Cohn, Walking in Memphis Ok, I'm on a clock here (no free Internet access), so I'll be brief, and flesh it out later. Interlaken? Wonderful. Switzerland? Mere words cannot tell you how beautiful and clean this country is. It is definitely #1 on

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Well, it's been fun, but it's time to move on. In a few minutes, we'll leave for Interlachen, then on Tuesday, we'll head up to Strasbourg for phase II, hopefully in much more temperate conditions. I managed to get in a lot of last minute shopping yesterday, including the purchase of a blazer for our trip to the European courts in two (or is it three?) weeks. And lots of photos, which I can't

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It is 11:45 in the evening. The sun has long since gone to bed, and the temperature outside is now a quite comfortable seventy degrees or so. A soft breeze blows across your face. Above you, the rain clouds of this afternoon have long since gone. Behind you, traffic breezes by effortlessly, and, at times, nearly silently. Ahead of you, and to your right, a group of teenagers sits at the base of a

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I will remember you will you remember me? don't let your life pass you by weep not for the memories Remember the good times that we had? I let them slip away from us when things got bad how clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one I will remember you will you remember me? don't let your life pass you by weep not for the memories I'm so

greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581904750221224055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130823.post-957494512003-06-17T04:24:00.000-07:002003-06-17T04:27:56.000-07:00

Scratching where it itches..... In the interest of satisfying copyright law, and at the same time satisfying ev, one of my growing list of regular commenters, here's a rundown of the lyrics I've quoted recently... June 2: Frozen, Madonna (Ray of Light); Sounds of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel June 3: Running to Stand Still, U2 (Joshua Tree) June 5: Killing Moon, Echo and the Bunnymen June 9: Gold

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Lazy Day A young couple stands at the bus stop, gently holding hands, and speaking softly to each other. I stand near them, in a lightweight Italian-made white polo shirt and gray Haggar pants. My shirt is drenched in sweat. I can feel it running down my back. It is the end of the week, the hottest second week in June since 1742. The temperature nudges ninety-five degrees, and the humidity is

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Helter Skelter in a summer swelter.. Friday - Recovery After the events of Thursday night, I needed some downtime. Everyone else was too hung over from the night before, so our original plan for the day - Capri - was scotched. Instead, we hung around the pool for a good chunk of the day, getting mostly sunburnt, and somewhat drunk. Lisa, Bridget and Jennifer came over from Capri (where they

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"Bear with me on this..." - Ed S., whenever he was telling a long-winded story.. Thursday - Off to Sorrento!!!! Rock on- gold dust woman Take your silver spoon And dig your grave Heartless challenge Pick your path and i'll pray Wake up in the morning See your sunrise- loves- to go down Lousy lovers- pick their prey But they never cry out loud Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter

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I'm baaaaack. And boy do I have lots to discuss. We had beauty, drama, fun, sun, alcohol, food, alcohol, shopping, alcohol, and lots and lots of heat........ But first, I have a class to get to. And likely no room in the computer lab when I come back. So patience, children.....

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Got the legal writing grade. Got an A. Very happy. Also got an explanation from the Contracts prof on my grade. She gave quite a bit of detail, which, while not making things better, at least made them understandable. I am now off to Sorrento. Have a nice weekend, y'all. And Miguel, get back to your desk!

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Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms, too late to beg you Or cancel it, though I know it must be The killing time Unwillingly mine Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels The killing moon Will come too

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A long, long, time ago, as a high school freshman, I was selected to be a teacher's aide by an English teacher named Frank Della. Mr. Della was an interesting person, whom I never really felt comfortable around. But he had some influence at old ABS, and his student aides were able to pretty much do whatever we wanted. I don't know whatever became of Mr. Della, but I do remember one cliche he

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And so she woke up Woke up from where she was lyin' still. Said I gotta do something About where we're goin'. Step on a fast train Step out of the driving rain, maybe Run from the darkness in the night. Singing ah, ah la la la de day Ah la la la de day. One thing I've learned about national holidays: when they're you're own, they're an event, because you've learned to plan accordingly, or

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