#9 Cloud Atlas

The latest installment in my 30books2013 reading challenge. 

I really need sleep so this is going to be especially incoherent.

This was not my first David Mitchell novel, the other being the Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, and I’d seen the movie version of Cloud Atlas last year, so the whole book didn’t come as a surprise. I’d heard that Cloud Atlas was a stronger book than TAoJdZ, which is why I decided to give Mitchell another shot, but wasn’t sure what to expect after watching the movie. I liked de Zoet alright but it dragged on at parts and seemed far too long. I thought the movie was beautiful but didn’t think it made that much sense and thought a lot of the characters were pretty stupid and irritating. I wasn’t sure whether I’d ever see it again and it made me a bit wary of the book.

Well, I shouldn’t have worried all that much because I freaking loved the book. Loved it. It was one of those, “Should I take the train, which will get me to downtown in under ten minutes or the bus which will take 30 and give me more reading time?” type of books. One of those books where I wanted to ditch lunch dates to find a quiet nook and make myself at home in the stories of Frobisher, Sixsmith, Cavendish, Ewing, Luisa Rey, Sonmi, and Zachary. Recently, Buzzfeed posted a list entitled “The 25 Most Challenging Books You’ll Ever Read” and Cloud Atlas came in at number 23. This is an utter pile of horseshit. I’ve read a few other books on the list and concur that those took a long time to get through and required a great deal of effort. CA on the other hand, was a ridiculously easy and fast read. I devoured all 509 pages in a week and would have done it more quickly if work and school duties hadn’t gotten in the way.

I couldn’t remember what it was about the movie that I didn’t absolutely love so read a couple pieces about it earlier tonight and I think it comes down to the messed up structure and the decision to have the same actors play multiple characters. It just felt like the movie was trying too hard and it messed up a large part of what made the book so great – everything fit so nicely into its structure. Luisa Rey is the main character in a mystery novel, which Timothy Cavendish wants to publish. Timothy Cavendish’s life is made into a movie, which Sonmi-451 watches far off in the future. And Somni’s story gets recorded and translated for centuries until her character becomes a god for Zachary in his faraway isle. It is wonderful. David Mitchell’s writing is superb – he takes great care with each of his characters and none of them feels overly forced or farfetched in the book the way they do in the movie.

In the end, I’m glad I saw the movie but I kind of wish I’d waited to read the book first so I didn’t have stupid Tom Hanks and Halle Barry playing multiple parts in my brain.

#8 Cooked: A Natural History of Transformation

I’m not doing so well in my 30books2013 reading challenge. I’m gonna have to amp up my game…and soon!

The eighth book I made it through this year was food author Michael Pollan’s book on cooking. I greatly enjoyed two of his other books I’d previously read, including The Omnivore’s Dilemma, and was pretty pumped when this one hit the shelves. Having completed this one, I can sense somewhat of a common theme in Pollan’s thought process: let’s think about what we’re putting in our bodies. In In Defense of Food, he asked us to consider how much we were eating, in Omnivore it was where our food came from, and in this installment it’s how we relate to our food before we scarf it down.

Pollan divides the book into four sections: Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. In the first, he visits America’s smokehouses and schools us all by letting us know that our wimpy ribs and briskets we’ve been claiming as “bbq” are anything but. In Water, we learn about braising and how the fundamental elements of oil/butter/sauce base + aromatic veggies/spices + liquid + meat/vegetable translate across cultures. In Air, he focuses heavily on flour processing and the human desire for white bread. Finally, in Earth we learn about different types of fermentation, including pickling and alcohol.

Overall, I greatly enjoyed the book. One of Pollan’s main messages relates to the shared nature of cooking and enjoying food, which is something I highly relate to. Although my family didn’t avoid processed foods by any stretch, my mom always spent a lot of time and thought on what we were going to eat for dinner and how she was going to prepare it. Both of my parents stressed the importance of sharing meals as a family every night and it wasn’t until I reached college that I realized that many, if not most people did not eat at home every night. If they did, their meals may have consisted of takeout or microwavable meals that could be consumed in front of the television or whenever the eater decided to eat – meaning they weren’t eating together. This completely weirded me out and continues to do so today. In fact, even though it’s been a few months since we’ve been able to have a regular eating schedule together, it still weirds me out that I spend most nights eating dinner home alone while the other C eats at work. Having blithered on about all that, it was neat to read about why that might weird me out to no end. It turns out, humans are sorta programmed to gather around the food source and I’m really not the weird one for not liking to do it alone at my desk (ironically enough I skipped cooking in order to keep reading this book a couple nights in a row), at least according to our ancestors.

The book is also eye-opening in several regards. For one thing, I had no idea that bread and flour could actually be highly nutritious – I just thought it was something that filled us up and made us happy. But once upon a time, before we became obsessed with turning flour white because we thought it was the “healthy” thing to do, bread actually had a ton of nutrients in it. Now, modern mills have to re-add nutrients to the grain because the nutrients get processed out before it’s turned into bread. Apparently we’ve also scared off almost all the “good” bacteria we need in our diets to maintain a healthy ecosystem in our bodies, which may account for so many of the diseases, ailments, and allergies that have sprung up on us over the last several decades.

Yet another cool thing is that Pollan lives in the Bay Area (I live in SF), which meant that many of his adventures took place at places I’ve ever been to or heard of (or could look up pretty easily). As it turns out, the Bay Area isn’t only home to the tech scene and startups, but also a thriving sourdough and starter culture…badumpbumpshhh (sorry if that didn’t come across as a joke, I’m sleepy).

Unfortunately, there were quite a few things about the book that annoyed me, which is why I’d give it four and not five stars. First, we’ve heard a lot of this before. And I mean a lot. We get it Michael, we all suck, aren’t capable of taking care of ourselves, and need to eat better. Quit lecturing us already. At one point, he decides that he and his family are going to do a grand old experiment, where they go to their local grocery store and cruise the frozen foods section to pick up ready-made meals. They then proceed to follow the package instructions and attempt to eat a sit down meal, which he concludes is impossible. His description of the affair would be reminiscent of a queen trying to describe a grocery store checkout line to someone riding the bus. While novel to him, he forgets that the rest of us on the bus, or the pre-made food band wagon, have been riding it for years.

There’s also no real organization and his narration farts between a structured conversation you might have with a rationally minded person to a liberal arts freshman who’s just finished his first week of Philosophy and Anthropology 101 and had a bit too much to drink (or is on something else). One second you’re learning about how folks in North Carolina (or South? too lazy to look it up, sorry)  got to using wood instead of charcoal and the next he’s babbling on about the relationship between meat, sacrifice, and God. What?  Instead of nagging us yet again, perhaps he should have expanded on his stint in Spain with the eccentric character who cooks everything with fire (including oysters), which made for one of the absolute best chapters of the whole book.

Anyways, that’s enough of that. It’s time to get back to reading (and maybe sleeping/starting Season 4 of Arrested Development)

 

#7 The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Continuing my 2013 reading challenge. To see what else I’ve read, click here.

Several years ago, a few different people recommended I check out Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower. For whatever reason, I kept avoiding it, perhaps because I consider myself to be a bit of a book snob and shy away from a lot of books that people go nuts for. The thing about this book was that people didn’t just like it or love it, it was the greatest book ever. I was somewhat nervous that I’d read it, hate it, then have to deal with people saying, “What?! How you could you possibly hate it?” It was easier to just tell people I’d never read it.

Then last week I figured it’d be nice to read something short and light, something that would easily help me move closer towards my goal of 30 books for the year. Well, did I hate it? No. But I certainly didn’t love it either. I think I’ll probably forget about it by next week, which is not a great sign.

For those not familiar with the book, Perks is a coming of age story for a high school freshman named Charlie. Charlie narrates the story via letters he writes to an anonymous friend over the course of about a year. He describes his family, the classes he’s taking, the friendships he forms with a few seniors, and all the new discoveries he makes (e.g. LSD). Charlie is an optimistic character surrounded by angsty teenagers and parents saddened by family deaths and turmoil.

Initially, I hated it. A lot. The writing is choppy and Charlie keeps banging on about how his teacher tells him how smart he is. He tells us he’s 15 but the writing is more befitting of an 11 year old. At one point, Charlie describes a wet dream he has about one of his new friends and later learns what masturbation is. It is done with such naiveté that I instantly thought either the author is completely delusional or there’s something up with Charlie and it’s going to be a while before we know what it is. By Part II of the book, these revelations and new learning experiences were driving me so crazy that I finally googled what Charlie’s deal was. I wound up spoiling the ending and “surprise” for myself but am glad I did because I was actually able to enjoy the book from then on. I had a new appreciation for why Charlie had a hard time maintaining relationships, why his learning seemed to be so stilted, and why everyone kept telling him how smart he was despite him seeming kinda dumb.  I could sort of see why the book had such strong meaning to so many people, especially to those who had read it more than once as a teenager.

*SPOILER BELOW* However, despite starting to kind of like the book, I still couldn’t get over how much I initially disliked it. It greatly bothered me that I had to google a major part of the book in order to keep reading it. Perhaps if Chbosky had made his big reveal earlier in the book, instead of at the very end, it would have given greater depth to the story. I realize he would have had to make some greater changes, but perhaps starting the story while Charlie was already friends with Patrick and Sam, and then moving on to how he dealt with *SPOILER* his memory of being sexually abused would have made it a stronger and more interesting book. By avoiding any early discussion of it, it felt like Chbosky was following a formula. First, plant seed of mystery in book. Second, build and sprinkle some hints here and there. Third, almost resolve all other character stories. Fourth, REVEAL! Five, end without any major discussion of reveal. I guess that formula would go over well with younger readers, I just thought it was kind of lame. *END SPOILER*

In the end, although I didn’t particularly enjoy it, I’m not too bothered that I read it. After all, it’s incredibly short and moves fairly quickly (at least once you get accustomed to the writing style).

 

 

#6 The Great Gatsby

Trying to read 30 books by the end of 2013. It’s a slow start but maybe, just maybe, I’ll do it. Read about the first five here.

The latest book I’ve finished is F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. I read it once before back in 2007 or 2008 and didn’t quite get what all the fuss was about but knew I’d give it a second chance someday. I figured now was a better time than any what with the movie coming out and Stephen Colbert running his cOlbert book club.  One of my favorite authors, Haruki Murakami, also makes frequent reference to Gatsby in his works and has cited the book as one of his greatest writing inspirations – I thought I must be missing something.

This time around I did enjoy the book a lot more than I had the first time, but I still didn’t love it. Here’s the breakdown:

The Good: Maybe it’s just one of those books that takes a couple read throughs to really understand, maybe it’s the fact that I’m 28 and Nick Carraway, the book’s narrator is 29-30 which made it easier for me to relate to, maybe it’s that everyone (particularly in SF) is obsessed with the post-prohibition era, or maybe I just like American literature more now than I did before, who knows. It only took me a few hours to read and this time I didn’t find my mind wandering away as it did the last time I read it. I wasn’t able to cling to any of the characters but appreciated the solid prose, especially at the beginning and ending, and the overall message. Carraway tells us about Jay Gatsby in an honest and interesting way through his first-hand impressions. We see him as a neighbor, then as the subject of gossip and rumor, a friend, and finally as a young unknown man who leaves home to make a name for himself. Gatsby is the all-American dream that everyone wants to cling to when he’s at his height. But the moment that the truth of his modest upbringing comes forth and he dies at the hands of a jealous husband, no one wants to associate themselves with him. No one wants to admit that the American dream has died or that it built itself up by whatever means it took to get to the top. Carraway lets us know that he never really liked Gatsby, but he felt bad for him. He takes it upon himself to honor Gatsby when he dies and feels ashamed when “friends” would rather be off at a picnic in Greenwich than showing up at his funeral. It is sad but predictable.

The Not-so-good

It’s just not all that exciting. As soon as we get semi-familiar with Daisy and Gatsby, they’re gone. Carraway is a mostly useless narrator. He injects his opinion from time to time but mostly he’s just there to add a little truth to the rumors surrounding Gatsby’s existence. When he breaks things off with Jordan Baker and decides to move back to the Mid-West, all I could think was “meh”. It bothered me that Carraway was able to describe certain events in great detail, such as Myrtle Wilson’s death, despite not being at the scene. There was plenty of beautiful prose in the book, but it was mostly inserted in chunks towards the beginning and end. The rest fell between scene after scene of drinks in the garden and Gatsby uttering “old sport” for the thousandth time. Perhaps what bothers me most about this book is all the love and attention it gets. I’ll admit, it’s a good book. However, there are much better books set around the same time period that make many similar points about society and the American dream. I would take Edith Wharton’s Age of Innocence over Gatsby any day of the week.

Reading (& Writing) Challenge 2013

You can do it this time, Caroline!

Back in 2010, I set myself the lofty goal of trying to read 50 books and blogging a review for each one. Well, I wound up moving countries, started a new relationship, and began law school, so the reading thing didn’t quite pan out. I read 20 books, and almost all of them were good, but that didn’t quite cut it. I read even fewer books in 2011 and 2012 (and blogged even less) because all the reading and writing I did on a daily basis for law school made me want to lie like a sack of potatoes on the couch and drown my eyeballs in something soothing. I watched a lot of Desperate Housewives, Friday Night Lights, and Battlestar Galactica, which sort of eased my brain, but now it’s time to get back into the non-law books for a bit.

I use goodreads to track my books which is great, but don’t tend to write down my thoughts on what I’ve read which means I often forget what I liked or disliked about a book. I’ve signed up to do the goodreads 2013 book challenge and set myself the goal of 30 books. I just finished number six….so clearly I’m on track.

Since I’ve been a horrible blogger and reader, I’m going to try to do what I did in 2010 and write a review for every book I read. At the very least it’ll give me an excuse to write again, even if it’s all mostly nonsense. Below are brief reviews of the first five books I read this year. I’ll get to the sixth shortly.

# 1 This is How You Lose Her by Junot Díaz

The latest from Díaz confirmed that he is one of the most brilliant and risk-seeking authors of our time. Somehow he manages to make readers (or at least this reader) feel repulsed and heartbroken all at once. I would like to hear more from new characters and hope that he one day breaks away from the now-familiar Yunior, but it is hard to deny that desire to follow him along and lend a shoulder for him to lean on when things get tough or wag a finger at him when he falls further from grace.

#2 Foundation by Isaac Asimov

My mom is a huge Asimov fan and she’d been telling me to check him out for years. I have to admit I’m not quite sold but maybe it was just this book in particular. There were too many leaps in time so that each time I sort of figured out what was going on, it moved again. If this book was merely setting the story for the rest of the series, then it may be worth revisiting but perhaps not for another few years. There are just too many other books on my shelf!

#3 Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman

My dad and Negotiations professor both recommended I read this book at the end of last year, so I did. It was an interesting read, although I actually learned a lot of the things he discussed while taking my Negotiations class so it was a bit of a repeat. Some other parts dragged on a bit and I get the feeling this Kahneman character thinks he’s kind of a big deal, which got annoying. But, ovverall it was a great read.

#4 A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

By the end, I was madly in love with this book. However, it took forever to build up, which disappointed me. I sort of liked Bleak House, loved Great Expectations and was convinced that this would be the Dickens book to rule them all. But it lacked the dry wit that flowed through GE – sure there was some, particularly in the wine shop – but it was not enough.

#5 The Garden of Evening Mists by Tan Twan Eng

This was the most moving of the books I’ve read so far this year. It was a bit slow at times and occasionally left me feeling, “Gah, what’s the point?” but then the beautiful writing and character development would pull me in again. It’s set in rural Malaysia over three parts of the main character’s life. Yun Ling, sole survivor of a Japanese prison camp, sets out to design a Japanese garden to honor her sister’s memory. She gets to know Aritomo, the former Japanese emperor’s gardener, and becomes his apprentice. In the background are strong and painful memories, her successful career as a prominent judge, the present danger of communist insurgents hiding in the jungle, and rumors of Japanese gold buried close by.

A Return…and a Snippet of Data Privacy

Making my way back in, one post at a time.

I had ventured back to my dear, neglected blog, pondering what on earth to write about, when I noticed how many pending spam comments were awaiting me. It wasn’t the typical 5-10, or even 25. No, it was 175! 175 spam comments! How much viagra can one 28 year old female really need? Apparently a lot.

Anyways, all this talk of spam got me thinking (no, not about Monty Python you sillys) about my Data Privacy Law class. Tonight we happened to briefly discuss spam and what’s allowed, what’s not allowed, all that good stuff, which I found quite interesting, especially given my hatred of spammers and telemarketers (let’s stick it to ‘em my good chap!). Since I’ve been all out of ideas for what to blog about, I figured I’d go with what has swallowed my entire life – law school. Tonight I’ll begin w/ Data Privacy and later I’ll continue with a snippet from all the other classes I’ve taken so far and a bit of info about the startup I interned with this summer. It should be good fun (please note I’ve been watching a lot of Downton Abbey so my speech may sound rather over the top, even more so than usual), especially if any law students, or prospective law students, happen my way. Please note that Data Privacy is an upper level course – I will go down to first year courses after this.

With data privacy, I feel the best way to approach it is to consider: (1) the contexts in which we may find ourselves questioning our rights; (2) the applicable laws surrounding it; (3) what we hope to gain, or a remedy we hope to achieve, through using the law; and (4) how US perspectives stack up against our European counterparts. I will try to throw in a bit about misconceptions and some on point examples where I can. Please note, this may get a bit long but I’m gonna try super hard to keep it brief(ish). I haven’t really referenced sources because a lot of it comes from class notes and reading material, plus it’s late and I’m lazy. But if you have questions, please let me know and I’ll point you to where I got the info.

Also, mandatory disclaimer: I am only a 2nd year law student so you should not rely on any of this as legit legal advice/information and I will not be held accountable if you do. Okay, no more of that, let’s get to it.

Here are some scenarios where you may encounter a need for data privacy protection:

  • When answering government surveys, including the Census
  • When your home is searched by government agents – will a police officer disclose personal information to the government? To my neighbors? To the press?
  • When you sign up for a web service, like for a web app e-mail service. What if the government suspects I’ve committed a crime? Will the service provider disclose my information? Could it be used against me in court?
  • When you happen to be a celebrity and the paparazzi comes after you
  • When you use social media (i.e. Twitter, Facebook, etc.)
  • When your company plans to open up a European subsidiary
  • When you want to tell someone about your boss’ unlawful action and get wrongfully terminated
  • When your employer monitors your work and personal e-mail for quality control purposes

Laws

One thing to consider is the U.S. Constitution, and maybe your state’s constitution too. One thing that you might not know (at least I didn’t before), is that the Constitution doesn’t actually guarantee any sort of privacy right. The 4th Amendment provides protection for unreasonable searches and seizures from state actors, but doesn’t say that we’re entitled to be safe from all searches and seizures. Please note that some states (including California, I believe) say that this applies to non-state actors as well. The Supreme Court has also interpreted that there is an implied fundamental right to privacy, but it is not absolute. Certain Justices *cough* Scalia *cough* reject this notion of a fundamental right because it doesn’t appear in the text – let’s just ignore him, shall we (thanks Obama!)?

Statutory law is essential to data privacy law. Although it certainly doesn’t cover everything, it does offer specific types of protection in some (albeit narrow) circumstances. The Wire Tap Act and the Stored Communications Act protect against people either intercepting or storing your information. Please note that these acts actually contain pretty broad exceptions that seem to be relatively easy to circumvent. For example, if the FBI suspects that you’re part of some criminal activity, it won’t take much for them to get your Internet Service Provider to disclose not only your personal information, but also the contents of your e-mails and beyond. So, if you think that your e-mail provider of choice would never do something to hurt you or give your info away, please be warned that they are legally required to disclose your information when applicable.

There are statutes to cover various areas, including spam for commercial use, and statutes for health care providers, celebrities, whistle-blowers, and specific ones for financial information, to name a few. If you work in a specific industry, chances are that there’s a statute that pertains to you.

The Common Law is where we can look for all sorts of protection, although it varies by state and may only get us so far (remember that statutes are where most of the action really is). First, we’ve got good old fashioned property law. We think we own this information, right? Chances are that the answer is actually no. No one can own facts. Your e-mail address, physical address, name, phone number? You do not own that information. Therefore, you can’t file a claim against an individual or entity because they “stole” your personal info. In fact, my professor points out in an article, that many social media companies actually have a stronger property claim to the information in our posts than we do. Although you might have some chance of claiming that your 140 character tweet was so eloquently stated as to garner copyright protection, the facts within that same tweet do not belong to you. If you tweet, “I’m headed to the Page tonight. Gotta love me some Bushmills, dudes,” that information is not your own. Instead, Twitter, or whatever other agency, could claim that this information is protected by trade secret law. That is, it is so valuable to their economic performance/business, that no one else can use this information. So, if someone starts a rival to Twitter tomorrow, they can’t start targeting me with local Lower Haight bars and Northern Irish whiskey based on that one tweet.   If I wanted to sell that information myself, I could not because it is deemed to be factual (and also I probably signed away that right when I signed up). Another property tort you could try would be trespass, but it probably won’t get you very far.

Tort law provides some assurances. If you’re up against a governmental agency, you might be able to argue a 42 U.S.C. § 1983 claim for a civil rights violation. Generally, government officials may not be held liable for civil claims as long as they are acting in their official capacity. Torts like this were created to grant individuals some relief and to prevent against abuse. This would come in to play if, for example, a police officer searched your home (with a warrant) then disclosed to other nongovernmental officials some of your intimate details that a reasonable person would find offensive. So maybe revealing that you like Michael Bolton might not be that big a deal, but revealing that you have a giant stack of foot fetish porn by your bed might be.

Tort law also includes the torts of privacy, which include (1) intrusion upon seclusion; (2) appropriation of private facts; (3) public disclosure of private facts; and (4) false light. These are all pretty boring but are highly relevant in this area. If someone is using your name or image to sell something without your consent, you’ve probably got yourself an appropriation of private facts claim.

Contract law is another biggie. If you’re able, you can use this to give yourself stronger protection. However, most of the time it’s companies or service providers who set the terms. Unfortunately, a lot of these will encourage you to waive your rights. Pay attention to the Terms of Service of the next service you sign up for. Chances are, you’ll find that the provider is asking you (or forcing as I see it) to give up at least some of your expectation of privacy.

Remedies

What do we want from all this? It can be hard to say in some instances and really goes to the question of “what is privacy?” In some cases, we don’t want to be fired or misrepresented. In others, we don’t want our company’s secrets, or personal financial information, to be freely given away. Other times, we don’t want certain information to be used against us as evidence in court. However, often it’s hard to say what we really want. If Google monitors my information in order to better target me for advertisement purposes, what harm is really done? Now I know that Google won’t *do* anything with that info. They won’t tell all my contacts where I’m going to lunch with so and so, they won’t tell everyone how many times I call my boyfriend a certain pet name, nor reveal some intimate secret to my parents (don’t worry, there isn’t a secret like that, so shhh). Instead, they’ll use it to “improve my ad experience.” Now I sort of appreciate it because I’d rather get ads about my preferred dog food or favorite L.L.Bean slipper shoes instead of diet supplements or engagement rings *cough*Facebook*cough*. However, at first I found it intrusive. How dare they access my e-mail? Even using non-human algorithms! But what harm was really done? Was my sense of self somehow damaged? My reputation? My right to enjoy everything I “get” from using personal e-mail? It’s hard to say. Generally, laws related to data privacy grant injunctions or money damages, and sometimes criminal penalties. But do those remedies really fix the harm? Not all of the above mentioned laws may be used in data privacy settings because of this seemingly lacking harm.

U.S. vs. Europe

Just to quickly mention it, Europe approaches data privacy very differently from the US. Despite what 1984 would have us believe, Europe is pretty stringent compared to us. Rather than having piecemeal statutes and common law approaches, which target individual areas of data privacy, Europe leans more to broad and over-encompassing regulation. The default rule is that companies, individuals, or the government can’t process data unless there is a specific statutory exception. Europeans may more easily complain that their “right of personality” has been harmed by a privacy invasion, while Americans are told that they didn’t have a reasonable expectation of privacy in the same setting. We can waive our rights while it is much harder for Europeans to do so. As a result, the United States is much more amenable to tech companies that take advantage of our personal information. How would many startups survive if they had to search for legal exceptions to accessing our personal data? This also makes doing transnational business trickier because the European Union has had trouble accepting U.S. standards for protection. Now, American companies are encouraged to adopt certain standards and follow specific guidelines if they hope to engage in transnational transactions or establish foreign subsidiaries that will allow for the transfer of personal data (including employee, not just customer, information). The FTC is to step in and enforce these provisions, although it has gained criticism for often failing to do so.

I could continue on about the differences between German, EU, and US data privacy law, but will stop, for everyone’s sake. The main point is, don’t take your personal data privacy for granted; simply because it seems “safe” does not mean that it is yours for the keeping.

Oh – I realize I didn’t really talk about spam in the end, but maybe I’ll address it another day. If you’re really interested right now, go check out the Can-SPAM act, which sets out the elements for a claim. You’ll find that many spammers, including those fondly mentioned (ahem, *worst*) spammers who left me 175 comments, would not satisfy those elements (meaning they are guilty as the eff for spam violations as long as blog comments are included in the Act). Part of the reason I didn’t include it just yet is because we covered it super quickly and I’d like to be able to address it more fully so if anyone does want to make a claim, you’ll know whether you’ve got what it takes to put something together. You can also look for statutes that target your specific industry (as mentioned above) to see what protection you might have.

Next time in the law school series: Civil Procedure I ( I promise they will be more exciting after that)

Cosmo Rooferford B. Hayes and Conquering Fears*

Cosmo at Work

Getting over my fears, little by little.

Something magical happened this week. I met a dog I felt more than 50% comfortable around and fell completely in love with him. For those who know me, I am a devout “cat person.” I will watch any cat video that comes my way, constantly ask my parents for updates on our family cat, Zoot, and will fervently defend their awesomeness to any doubting “dog person.” Alas, the other C is highly allergic to the creatures, which explains why I am, as my granny has now labelled me, a “traiter to all cats.”

Getting a dog was a huge deal for me. Aside from the commitment that comes with getting a dog, or the awkwardness I display whenever I, the “cat person,” encounter a dog, I had to think long and hard about getting the little dude for other reasons. You know how most people say that snakes, heights, or public speaking are their worst fears? Mine happens to be dogs. That is a really fun fear to have when you happen to live in the most dog-friendly neighborhood in town where dogs of all shapes and sizes run around unleashed. The most scared I have been in the last year was probably when I had to walk by a German Shepherd that was tied up outside a shop by myself.

To make a long story short, many years ago my family got a dog who wound up having some serious behavior problems. He started off sweet then snapped, which led to me winding up in the hospital twice  - once just for an inspection and the other for surgery, an overnight stay, and a finger that will never fully function again. Although I have  continued to love dogs, I just haven’t enjoyed being around them ever since that experience.

People have tried to comfort me or convince me that their dogs wouldn’t ever hurt a fly, while others laughed and said that I “must have done something” to deserve the bites. None of that has mattered because if there is one thing I have learned, it’s that you can’t reason fear away. It takes time and a lot of effort to overcome it. I have read articles my mom has sent me about how to behave around dogs, spent time around friends’ dogs, and sometimes decided not to cross the street when I see a big dog coming towards me. Although all that has helped somewhat, I finally figured that the only way to get over this thing once and for all was to just suck it up and get my own dog, especially since the other C really wanted one.

So the other C and I went to the SF SPCA on Sunday and met Cosmo (formerly “Joe Cool”) and decided to take him home. I could not have asked for a more perfect dog. He is sweet, calm, and well-behaved (not to mention super cute). We’ve only had him a few days and already I feel more, though no where near completely, confident around dogs. It’s taken me a long time to realize that most dogs aren’t really all that interested in me – if there’s another dog around, they’d much rather interact with him or her than a silly old human like me.

It will be a while before I’m ready to play with bigger dogs, but thanks to this little guy I know there is hope for me. I cannot fully explain how wonderful it feels to be comfortable around this little dog or to not immediately freeze when I pass a dog on the sidewalk. So the cheezy moral of the story is, when you’re ready, try to determine what would help you overcome your greatest fear and go for it. It will be hard and may take a long time, but few things will ever be as worth it.

*Okay, I wasn’t actually allowed to call him Rooferford, but we live on Hayes st so I couldn’t resist. All photos by the other C.

2011 in Review

Despite some frustrations and some ups and downs here and there, 2011 was overall an exciting year. I’m pretty sure I’ll look back at this one when I’m older and go “aww yeah, 2011 was the year of awesome.” I have a feeling 2012 is going to be pretty challenging, but I’m looking forward to it and am ready to face it head on.

January started off right with the Crunchies after party at the Exploratorium; there’s nothing quite like unleashing a bunch of 20 and 30 somethings, hopped up on vodka red bull, into a building filled with gadgets, sounds, and all sorts of hands-on exhibits. The other C and I also made it to the Monterey Bay Aquarium for the first time and hung out with some grad school friends who visited from TX and Denmark.

February kept things moving with a three week visit from my Northern Irish cousin and one of her good friends. We played tourist, danced the night away at DNA Lounge, gambled our way through Reno, and sat in awe for a three hour long Elton John concert. A friend from high school who I hadn’t seen in forever also visited, which made February the official month for catching up.

In March I ventured over to the UK to visit parents and friends. I also made it to Northern Ireland for my Grandmother’s surprise 80th birthday. Although I was convinced that she had figured us all out, she was completely shocked to see everyone who had driven down or flown over for her birthday.

April was dedicated to wine tasting and Disneyland. I didn’t think it was possible, but the group I went with managed to ride almost every single ride in both Disneyland and California Great Adventure (or whatever it’s called).  Needless to say, I was exhausted and extremely cranky by the end of the day (but it was magical and well worth it).

May was one of the most fun months ever (like omg for srs!). First I went to New Orleans for Jazz Fest, which consisted of a pub crawl from one end of town to the banks of the Mississippi, fried alligator, beignets, and flippin’ sweet music. I later made it to Houston to visit my good friend Sara who was working there as a teacher. I also made it a bit further south to visit some family I hadn’t seen in a while. AND! I met the other C’s parents in Kingwood. Once the great NOLA/TX journey was done, it was time for more wine tasting with the other C’s siblings and a whirlwind apartment search. Somehow the other C and I managed to snag a wonderful apartment right next to Alamo Square.

In June I went to Nova Scotia with my grandmother (the one who just turned 80) to visit her older sister who lived in a nursing home up there. It was a strenuous, but rewarding trip.

July was the month for learning how to become a “hacker.” I took a beginner Java course at UC Berkeley and learned all about loopy things and some other quirky stuff from a professor who showed up with Doc from Back to the Future’s hair and a repertoire of puns related to coffee and Indonesia. The other C and I also celebrated our first anniversary by spending some time on the road and hiking.

August was for relaxing in Colorado and then launching into my first semester of law school at UC Hastings.

In September I thought I’d figured it all out and didn’t find law school all that difficult. Well, it was a lot of work but I didn’t quite understand what all the fuss. Then…

October hit and I understood.

November was for taking take home exams, doing most things at home, and being incredibly grateful for having a caring boyfriend who always knows how to make the anxiety go away. Thanksgiving was the highlight of the month. We hosted it at our place and C’s parents, brother and boyf came over for Apples to Apples, good food, and a whole lot of silliness.

December, or at least the first half, can be defined as ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Exams are terrifying. It doesn’t really matter if you’ve studied for days on end and have read every case and most of the supplement if you get test anxiety. I managed to come out only moderately scathed, partied hard, and was happy to have made some awesome and smart new friends. After collapsing in a heap for several days and playing the new Zelda game, I flew to Cleveland for Christmas, then to Colorado, which is where I am now!

I didn’t make it to any new states or countries in 2011 – in fact, I barely left SF – which is a let down from my yearly goal. However, I got to know my city better and fell even more in love with California than I was before. Will I make it to any new places in 2012? Not too likely. But with some weddings coming up, it looks like 2012 will be even more of a reunion year than 2011 was. And perhaps I can make it somewhere sweet over spring break, like Vancouver or Arizona.



Endurance

It’s all about the race

The more of this semester I get through, the more I’m convinced that law school, or at least the first year, is just one big endurance test, or race. It doesn’t necessarily seem to be about what you know but about who will last the longest. Here is a bit of whimsy from a brain overloaded by contracts.

You start off a little rusty, then you get the hang of things and think you’re going to make it. But then an incline appears out of nowhere and before you know it, you’re out of breath. All of a sudden, you realize this isn’t a simple road race but one filled with obstacles, mudslides, fried computers, and a kajillion twists and unexpected turns. Signs keep telling you that you’re doing great, that you’re almost there, but you find clues and hints here and there to indicate that you’ve still got a long way to go.

You realize that the other runners aren’t necessarily more athletic than you, though some are, but that many are better prepared. Perhaps they’ve figured out what stretches and strengthening exercises they needed to do before this whole thing began. Maybe they began training a long time ago, listened to podcasts, bought the right shoes, or hired a coach. You learn you’re not the worst runner, but you aren’t sure how to keep up with the others who’ve figured this whole game out, or at least act like they have.

So you train, every day. You make sacrifices by forgetting to sleep, to shower, to buy groceries, and remembering to take breaks. When you do sleep, you dream about the race. When you meet with friends, all you can think about is what you should be doing instead. You let it consume you and take over your life. You become part of a fraternal order that is both bound by shared experience and stretched by fierce competition. You’re not sure which of your siblings will give you the wrong directions and which will share their water with you when you’re at your lowest point. Some will remain silent and go it alone – you don’t know what to expect from them. The hardest question to answer is what type of sibling are you? What will you do when decision time comes?

You pause only when your body can’t take it anymore. Or when you realize that there is more to life than just this race. Or, more likely, when you realize that you are simply exhausted and have perhaps exaggerated how bad it really is.

You decide to reengage with friends, family, the outside world. You pick up the news to find out what you’ve missed. You let other people help you and you do your best to thank them.

You smile at the person who is always there for you – who calms you down after every breakdown and moment of panic. None of this would be possible without him and his promise to always smile back. He reminds you that you love the race and assures you that he’ll always be there to welcome you home.

You retie your shoes, focus on the path directly in front, and get back to running.

It’s a part of who you are now.

Yet More Silly Correspondance from My Mom(s)

Moms and technologically

I am STILL alive! Procrastinatory Friday may have extended for several months but I’m back baby. What type of procrastination have I been doing lately? The kind that involves learning about the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, Torts, and Contracts, that’s what! Oh, and throw in some Legal Writing and Research.

I’ll get to the law school stuff some day, but let’s do an update on Moms first. These aren’t the best silly mom things, but they’re still pretty silly.

The first is from an email I got from my mom a few days ago after I sent her this video:

Many of the cat videos referenced in the video are probably familiar to you, but it seems that they were new to my mom. This is what she had to say:

That was funny. The cat walking on its hind legs at the start certainly draws you in. Loved the cat swinging on the fan. They’re so silly.

If that wasn’t enough, here’s a little snippet from my friend Lisa. Apparently her mom sent her an email early one morning and started it off with:

“Hope I didn’t wake you.”

Ohhhhh moms, you continue to delight. Keep up the good work!