Shot Caller

Before starting my current job, I had a very limited view of what it means to be a lawyer (sources: The New Yorker Book of Lawyer Cartoons). In any case, it seemed like something completely out of my abilities and therefore inaccessible as a career.

Now, it seems to me that being a lawyer basically means a.) dressing well, and b.) making yourself out to be worth more than you actually are, and I'll be damned if my liberal arts degree didn't teach me to at least do that.

College

The snowman outside my house is holding a Keystone.

Emma and Homer

Today, in my Jane Austen lit class, I compared Emma Woodhouse to Homer Simpson. They are both terrible people, but oddly lovable because they are just so earnestly, accidentally terrible.

EMMA: Won't one of you gents marry Harriet? I will throw in a barouche.

I don't think my professor wrote-her-dissertation-on-George-Eliot ladypants appreciated it much.

Dishes

I am completely in love with these dishes from Anthropologie. Paired with these glasses.

This Is Amazing

My computer is so old...

...it runs on coal.

Yankees Game

I went to my very first Yankees game today. When bringing beer back to our seats, I accidentally splashed some down my seersucker jacket. At first I was sad, but really, a seersucker jacket isn't a seersucker jacket until alcohol has spilled on it.

Croquet, anyone?