The first snow of the season is always really exciting to me. I come from a place where snow doesn't happen often, and only slightly when it does. October may only just be waking up, but the snow can just keep coming as far as I care. The leaves are clinging to their color. The wind will take care of that. And then we're left to steel and slate November. Bitter winds and no ready relief from monochrome. December comes along and, if we're lucky, we'll start to see some little snows. By January we'll have ice everywhere - that's interesting. But between now and then, things can get a little tedious.
In about a month, I'll be moving from Wisconsin. No longer will I be Lost in Wisconsin. Nope, I'll be lost somewhere else entirely - a major metropolis in a different country, even. No more cheese curds, no more Packers, no more Badgers, no more Halloween riots on State Street, no more UW Law School, no more beers at the terrace. The list goes on.
Exciting? Yes. Very. My new country offers up a tasty array of things to get up to. The language is similar enough to my native language - shouldn't be much of a problem. But, as with any transition, uncertainty keeps tugging at my shoulder, bending my ear. It can be easy to get derailed and find yourself rocking slowly in the corner when uncertainty is unrestrained.
I'm gainfully employed. Not too gainful, unfortunately...but employed nonetheless. It's groovy. I get to play like I know things! I like my co-workers and my office. It's convenient to yummy treats and I can commute by bike.
I went to the Supreme Court last week and got myself sworn in. I signed the roster of attorneys that's been kept since Wisconsin was a territory (and, I suppose before it was actually "Wisconsin"). Kind of cool. I then went to the federal courthouse and took another oath. I can now practice in all state courts in Wisconsin as well as the federal district court for the western district of Wisconsin. Cool beans.
Sorry nothing more interesting on the ol' blog. Work is keeping me uber busy.
There's a band called Office that has a really, really catchy song called "Wound Up." I highly recommend. Every time I hear the song, I think, "that bass line sounds familiar." So tonight, I placed it. The bass line in the verse of "Wound Up" reminds me of the bass line to "Let's Go to Bed" by The Cure.
Wow. I'm listening to iTunes again...perpetually, it seems. Among many other gems, my electronic jukebox has selected "Two Steps" by Chomsky. I'm immediately back in undergrad, driving my mom's car - why not mine? Mine didn't have a CD player. And back then, iPods weren't even a twinkle in Steve Jobs' eye. I'm driving back home with the Hot Date, knowing that I'll be driving HD to the airport - again - to go back home, 1300 miles away from me, the next morning. Perpetually wanting to be closer. The CD in the player? Chomsky's "A Few Possible Selections for the Soundtrack of Your Life." I can't remember the last time I listened to it.
Tonight we're about six years on down the line and we're apart again - for just a short while. And this time it's only 700 miles. And Chomsky's still here. And it still utterly sucks being apart when all I want is to be together.
