Some new signs for anti-war protestors:
Uh-oh. I've been found. Ah well, it's my own fault, really, for testing the links on the site. “Unpleasant confrontation” is possibly too strong a word, although I don't know how I could have phrased it more innoculously. Umm... maybe, “heated discussion”? Nah, that's worse. “A frank exchange of views”? Maybe that would be better. I don't know quite how to describe the law school classroom experience, though.
I don't quite understand what Will is thinking with that post. I can't really relate; my father was a pharmacist, so I got to see what he was doing at work all the time. Just counting pills, explaining to people what the medicine was going to do, etc. My dad often filled a prescription for me, no big deal. I do know that my kids are growing up too dang fast, though.
Oh, and I
don't think it'll make Will feel any better, but I'm actually
closer in age to Eugene
Volokh than him (assuming he was born later than 1980, which
I think is a fairly safe assumption). And if you think that fact
might get me a bit down, well, you'd be right. Even worse,
though, is this
web site. Or this
John Hunt has a nice tribute (scroll down a bit, past the baseball stuff.) to Rod Miller, a fellow owner in one of his expert leagues who passed away recently. Apparently he was a Methodist pastor who had to squeeze in his weekly transactions between mass and sunday school. (umm, not that I've ever done anything like that!) He includes this quote from the guy:
"I tell people there are really only three things in life you have total control of," Miller said before the season. "Who you marry, where you will spend eternity and who you draft on draft day."
That will be the next quote at the bottom of the page.
Boy, talk about a generic blog. What can I say, I'm not a design guy. My brother says he'll design a template for me if I want...
These are the sites that I read the most:
Marvelous ways to waste an afternoon