The Bamboo Diaries

98% Life and a few special treats

I Should Be a Lineman November 30, 2007

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Well, not really — I don’t want to weigh 300 pounds, and the market for female linemen is even more limited than that for high school seniors who hope to make it to the NFL.

Putting on Weight for Football Glory

It is sad, however, that high schoolers are gaining weight that they are unlikely to lose — ever — to chase the NFL dream.  And just like there’s no real monitoring of concussions going on at the high school level (see Silence on Concussions Raises Risk of Injury), no one seems to care that some 18-year-old kids may be condemning themselves to a lifetime of health risks.

The NFL has rigorously defended its ban on drafting underclassmen (sorry Maurice Clarett, but you had bigger problems than being drafted could cure), preserving the NCAA’s status as a farm team for the NFL (see Serfs of the Turf).  But does the ban really matter if high school and college students are defying normal standards of size and growth for their ages, just to get to the NFL?

 

The Road Not Taken November 22, 2007

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At many points throughout my professional career, after I graduated from law school, I’ve questioned whether what I’m doing is the right thing. I have needed to make adjustments from time to time, and the last couple of years have occasioned a more extensive look at my path. But generally, I’ve been pretty happy with my route, even though it has certainly meant less financial success than I would have achieved otherwise.

When I went to law school, having grown up in a small town as the only member to have graduated from college, I didn’t have a ton of guidance. I went directly to law school, even though I would have been much better off had I taken a few years off first. In my small liberal arts program within a mega-university, that was what you did — went to grad school or law school. At that time, there was virtually no career services guidance, and many of the employers who interviewed through the university’s career service office wouldn’t even interview graduates of my program, because they didn’t know what it was.

I had decided in 5th grade that I wanted to be a lawyer, and so my attitude was, “why wait?” Why work in a low-level job, when in just three years, I would be “a lawyer?” Of course, I was miserable during my first year of law school, because I had expected an extension of college, and instead I got junior high. The atmosphere in my law school was petty, competitive, and immature. It was filled with a number of people who didn’t get into better (T1) schools, and feared that as a result, they would never make the big bucks unless they were at the top of the class.

Where I had come from, law was a noble profession, and virtually everyone in my small town had turned to the local lawyer at some time or another (unless they were conflicted out, and had to go to the next town.) In law school, I was introduced to the world of lawyer jokes, and when I looked around me, often I saw the people who would deserve to be the butt of future jokes. (I met some great people too — don’t get me wrong, especially if you are a law school friend reading this — but by and large, I was not terribly impressed.)

So after surviving the first year, with decidedly average grades, at my good but not spectacular law school, I had to figure out where I would interview for a job my second summer. In many ways, that is the job that could end up determining your fate — that is, if you’re a particular type of lawyer.

Your first year grades decide what firm will hire you for their summer associate program. If you do well in the summer associate program, they will extend you an offer. You will then go to work in their law firm/sweatshop, and your performance will determine whether you eventually become a partner. If you become a partner, you could theoretically stay there until you retire (which used to be at a specific age, until some high-profile lawsuits made firms take a long, hard look at that practice). This model is becoming increasingly less common, as people make lateral moves to other law firms, deliberately choose to step off the treadmill by going to a smaller firm, in-house counsel, or government position, or pursue other careers outside of law using their law degree, but there are still a whole bunch of law firms who depend on this model for a steady stream of new lawyers.

I should also point out that I had some naive visions in my head (who doesn’t at 23?) that all lawyers made enough money to make it possible to have a decent lifestyle and pay back all the law school loans. It was barely true then, and I’m sure it isn’t true now, with students graduating hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt. I am firmly convinced that over the years, if I had not gone to law school, even staying in the nonprofit sector, financially I would have been better off not having gone to law school, when you factor in the difference of my loan payment. My law degree has never commanded such a premium that it has made up for that difference. But oh well…

I remember going through a certain amount of angst before on-campus interviewing my second year. If a firm wanted to shower money upon me for a summer, I was confident that I could do the work. But should I get one of those jobs if I wasn’t sure I wanted to work in a law firm? I didn’t think I wanted to, but how did I know that — should I try it and see before summarily rejecting the concept?

There was also a little wrinkle in that I had worked for a gay rights organization my first summer. It had to be on the resume, but it was long enough ago that there were firms for which this was a problem. (There probably still are some firms that feel that way, but the number has diminished considerably). Which is pretty humorous if you think about it, because I wasn’t gay. But they couldn’t exactly ask me that, could they? (Even then, that would have been a no-no.)

So I did it — for the experience — and pretty quickly realized that not only were none of these firms likely to hire me, but that I had very little interest in working for a law firm. I ended up withdrawing from several interviews I had snagged, because I knew it would be a mutual waste of time. But among the interviews I did, there was a public interest organization that participated — a rarity at the time — and hired me for the summer. The organization specialized in employment law, which became my career focus.

Now each job that I have seems to take me further from my law degree, enough that I am questioning whether to maintain my active bar status next year. It’s expensive, and there’s nothing that I do these days that could be considered the practice of law. At this point, my exposure to how the other half lives is primarily through Above the Law, billed as “a legal tabloid.” Anytime I feel the need for the cattiness and cut-throat competition I experienced in law school, I can just read the comments section for virtually any article.

But I ran across this article (For Lawyers, Perks to Fit a Lifestyle) today, and it really created some feelings of ambivalence. Sometimes, I wish my life had some perks that I didn’t have to pay for. Granted, some of these present in the corporate world (outside law) as well, but after a career spent in the nonprofit world, it’s not likely that I could step into one of those jobs either. After reading The Four-Hour Workweek, I do have a personal assistant help me out sometimes, but beyond that, I’m on my own.

Obviously, the perks are there so people work longer hours without leaving the office, and are able to focus all of their brainpower on work instead of the details that keep their lives from falling apart. But if you’re working crazy hours anyway (which I have been for the last couple of months), then working them in an environment which cushions the effect a little starts to look more attractive.

 

All My Worlds Collide in Kansas City November 20, 2007

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….tonight.  Michigan State, my alma mater, is playing UCLA (from California, where I lived for 12 years).  The earlier two games:  Missouri, where I grew up, played Maryland, where I live now.  It’s all happening in Kansas City (in the new Sprint Center), where I lived for 4 years until moving to the DC area.  It’s one of the few times I wish I were there, hanging with the KC alumni group I used to be part of.

I’ll be there soon — on Dec. 12, finalizing my divorce, and for the holidays.   Soon, I’ll make yet another break from my past, yet continue to maintain the family ties.  Everything’s up to date in Kansas City, which is in Missouri, by the way.

 

I Faced Some Demons Tonight November 19, 2007

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They lurked in the heart of my refrigerator. And freezer. And everywhere else I looked in the kitchen.

I had returned from Trader Joe’s with several bags of groceries, all justified (whether rightly so or not) as Thanksgiving purchases. But there was no room. I had been telling myself for weeks I had to clean it out. But I hadn’t been spending enough time in the kitchen to make it a priority, a necessity. Tonight, there was no room left, even for additional excuses.

I started with the freezer. I didn’t set the bar that high: anything unopened more than six months past its expiration, opened and within one month of expiration and/or seriously freezer burned would have to go. That made the freezer pretty bare, with plenty of room left for the TJ appetizers (mushroom turnovers, spanakopita, and lemongrass chicken sticks) that have been essential to my Thanksgivings since I moved to California in 1989 and discovered Trader Joe’s. There was a little break during the Missouri years — no TJs in driving distance — but I was always a little sad about that. Now TJs is just a couple of miles away, and even though I wasn’t asked to bring appetizers, I will do so anyway.

Then it was time for the refrigerator. Time to face all my good intentions — healthy food that I was going to start cooking at home — and my worst impulses — food that should never have been on my refrigerator shelves to begin with. Trouble is, the worst food was more likely to still be edible, seeing as how it was more likely to be all pumped up with preservatives. Gone were the unopened packages that expired six months ago, and as I kept going, those that indicated I might not have cleaned out things in the back of the refrigerator since sometime last year, when my refrigerator was replaced.

I let go of the remnants, and in some cases, science experiments, that represented tasty meals, good company and nice evenings, and even some that didn’t trigger such pleasant memories, especially now, when all that remained was their repulsive transformation.  I said goodbye to the leftovers from the expensive meals that I justified as worth it for two meals, which only works when you remember to take the leftovers to the office sometime before they go bad.

I filled trashbags until the plastic would hold no more, feeling badly about the waste, the junk, and the wasteful junk.  I fretted about what Al Gore would say about my failure to recycle everything that I could have — there were too many containers to clean, and it was overwhelming enough to deal with all the Tupperware filled with inedible glop.  I issued a silent apology to the starving children in China, Africa, and any other exotic locale invoked during the food wars of my childhood.  I wondered what possessed me to let things go for so long, and how many good meals (and real dollars) I forfeited each time I ran out the door in the morning without any lunch, and each time I chose the more convenient route of procuring food elsewhere.

And as I refilled the refrigerator with the comfort food I couldn’t help buying in anticipation of Thanksgiving — whether or not it was needed — I wondered just how long it would be before I would reclaim the often joyous rituals of creating food in my kitchen, instead of making many of the same mistakes again.

 

Relative Choices November 19, 2007

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The New York Times is running a series on adoption called Relative Choices. There’s definitely some good, thought-provoking stuff for me as an adoptee.

Here’s something I saw in the comments today:

With no biological history (and back then there was none they gave) I could be anyone. It was, in a way, empowering.

I guess that has been my attitude. I have tried not to be limited by where I grew up (a rural, isolated area) or my life experience thus far, but to be empowered by it. I haven’t always succeeded, but it hasn’t stopped me thus far either.

 

Hips Don’t Lie and Neither Does Genetics? November 18, 2007

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Check this out: When It Comes To Determining Your Child’s Intelligence, Hips Don’t Lie.

There’s obviously a link between obesity and genetics. I probably have my mother to thank for my hips, but it seems I may have her to thank for my intelligence as well.

Does this mean I should consider popping out children right away? With the current state of my hips, they’d probably be really smart. And I ate some corn chips with flax seed today from Trader Joe’s, so that must really mean I’m ready.

 

the post…in context November 18, 2007

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I wrote it because Penelope Trunk pissed me off. She’s apparently what passes for cogent workplace commentary? And she gets paid for it? I’m obviously doing something wrong with my life.

Charlie liked it and said:

Do you have a blog?? You should!

It took that little to push me over the edge.

 

the post that started it all November 18, 2007

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I recently read Gina Kolata’s book “Rethinking Thin,” and that, coupled with my own life experience, has led me to the following conclusion. I understand it may be controversial, but I’m having difficulty seeing why the logic doesn’t hold up.

Being fat is very similar to, if not pretty much the same as, being gay. However, our society has evolved, over the last 20 years in particular, towards an understanding that discriminating against gay people is wrong. However, we are moving in the opposite direction with fat people.

Why being fat and being gay are similar: (more…)

 

Why Bamboo Diaries? November 18, 2007

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1.  It came to me the other day, and the domain wasn’t taken.

2.  I love pandas.  Pandas eat bamboo.

3.  There will be some discussion of my food consumption here.  It’s something I’m working through momentarily.

4.  I do find it fascinating that 98% of a panda’s diet is something that its body is ill-designed to digest.  Kind of like all the crap our bodies aren’t really designed to eat either.

5.  Pandas live in mountainous regions surrounded by bamboo, so they’ve learned to adapt.  So, too, have I.

6.   When the bamboo flowers, the gig is up.  Change is required.  The bamboo is currently flowering.  Is it a sign?

7.  Because there has to be a seven.  It’s lucky, you know.  So is bamboo.

 

If the first day… November 18, 2007

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of the rest of your life starts with John Cusack and Dermot Mulroney, it’s not just any day at home watching chick flicks, is it?