Tags: July 2008 Massachusetts bar results, when will Massachusetts bar results be mailed?
Massachusetts bar results were mailed today, October 31!
Tags: pumpkin carving
Tags: July 2008 Massachusetts bar results, nervous anxious about the bar
My blog stats, which tell me the search engine terms people have used to find me here, show that recently more and more people are searching the terms “Massachusetts July 2008 bar results,” “July 2008 MBE mean/passing score,” “when will the July 2008 Massachusetts bar results come out?”
To all you searchers: I feel your pain. I check the Massachusetts Board of Bar Overseers website daily just in case the passing list somehow went up online before the letter arrived. (And, as an aside, is it like college admissions? Do you get a big letter for passing? A thin envelope otherwise?) I coached my husband on how to handle the (unlikely) situation should letter come while I am in New York. (The command: “Don’t you dare open that letter until I’m home.” Response: “Are you kidding? I’m opening it for you. But if you don’t pass, I won’t tell you it arrived.” Which is a ridiculous approach because every single one of my law school friends will be emailing me instantly, so I’ll know it’s bad news if he doesn’t call…) And I feel ever so slightly nauseous all the time.
I am not at all convinced that I passed. I’m not just saying that. Yes, yes, I know everyone feels that way. But read through my archives and you’ll see: I struggled mightily with the MBE (and ended up filling in at least the final 10 questions of each session with a “B”) and the whole bar review process in general. In Massachusetts, while the MBE score is combined with the written score to get your overall passing score, you also need to pass the written part to pass the whole thing (in other words, if you get a perfect score on the MBE but don’t pass the written part in and of itself, you don’t pass the bar. Please someone correct me if I have this wrong…). I feel pretty confident about the written part; nevertheless, I may be that one person who passed the written part but whose score still wasn’t enough to overcome a dreadful MBE score.
So there. My anxiety is out in the open. If I pass, Tim has promised me dinner wherever I want. (L’Espalier? Sorrelino? Fugaku?) If I don’t pass, my mother said she’d give me $1,000. (Remember, Mom?) Does this reflect the supreme confidence only a mother can have in her child’s abilities, or is it merely a sum sufficient for short-term retail therapy?
Tags: New York City, novice business traveler
Every US Air shuttle from Boston to New York was cancelled yesterday morning, so five of us — two partners, three associates — headed for South Station to get on the 11:15 Acela. The associates got to South Station first, and the most senior of us decided that we would be upgrading to First Class on the train so we could kill the hour of wait time we had in the special first-class lounge. She emailed the partners to let them know, but when the partners got to South Station to try to upgrade, there were no first class seats left. Of course we offered ours up; of course they didn’t accept. So the three of us sat in First Class chatting loudly and I’m sure annoying all the other travelers (half of whom we recognized from the US Air gate…). And yes, we did have the free wine with our (shockingly good) first class lunch.
Our New York offices are just off Rockefeller Center (across the street and one block down from Radio City Music Hall). I have always associated this part of midtown with corporate law offices — my father spent most of his career across the street at 30 Rock. I do love being in New York — there’s an energy here that just makes you walk a bit faster, think a bit sharper. The Halloween party was fun, and then a few of us had a late-night sushi run at Blue Fin in the W in Times Square. Then off to my king size bed.
I had an inordinate amount of trouble trying to work remotely from the hotel room — will have to call User Support for a remote access tutorial. We have all sorts of complicated internet filing sites, which I can barely even figure out when I’m at my desk in Boston, so trying to do it from a hotel with spotty internet access was a nightmare.
And now I do miss my baby, whom I won’t have put to bed for two nights in a row. I don’t think that’s ever happened! Will be very happy to get home tonight. I suppose that’s always the nice thing about travel — the coming home.
Tags: airport security, New York, novice business traveler, work Halloween party
I am going on what is basically my first, real business trip in all these thirty-something years. Just for one night, to New York. Will stay over in a hotel (in a king bed! by myself!) a few blocks from our New York office (can walk to work in 10 minutes! I can sleep until 8:30 if I want — that’s like noon, practically, in the life of a parent…).
So, I roll up to Logan this morning, very professional in my trench coat, laptop bag-that-looks-like-a-stylish-bag, and rolling suitcase (with my liquids packed neatly in an accessible ziploc bag). But then, as the true business-traveler novice I really am, I forget to take my laptop out of my bag before sending it through the scanner, have my face cleanser confiscated for being an ounce too large, and set off the metal detector with my belt, all the while much more professional people in suits pile up behind me, coughing and stamping their feet (or so it seemed to me!).
And then, oh yeah, my flight is cancelled. So I shelled out $7.95 for a Logan internet “day pass” and here I am, drinking coffee that is not Starbucks and waiting for my colleagues who were smart enough to check their Blackberries this morning to see that our flight was, in fact, cancelled.
In any event, it will be a fun little trip — will get to see Law School Lindsey, who works in my firm’s New York office and who is now, after the Connecticut swearing-in ceremony yesterday, officially a lawyer (hooray! Congrats!), as well as my New York colleagues. And the highlight is a big Halloween party tonight, which will take place in a rather expensive and chichi restaurant, so I’d better not mention exactly where on this blog. (The whole “It was already paid for” argument didn’t make AIG’s executive retreat look any better…)
Tags: Baron Baptiste, can you exercise with a baby?, Prana Power Yoga, Shiva Rea, vinyasa yoga
So, despite (or, more likely, because of) all my whining yesterday, I got my butt out of bed at 5:45 (note: I also got my butt into bed at 9 p.m., even though I read for about 45 minutes [yes, an actual novel! And Tom Perotta, whom I stalked the night before, at that…]) and went to yoga. This time, I went to Prana Power Yoga in Central Square. At that time of the morning, it was only about a five minute drive across the bridge and up Mass Ave. The class was from 6:15-7:30, but I stationed myself by the door and snuck out at 7:15. I was home at 7:25. (Missing core work, backbends, and inversions, but at least I was there through pigeon, my favorite…) Tim leaves at 7:30, but didn’t seem to mind too much.
Maybe I need to give Forrest yoga a few more tries, but Prana is what I’m used to now (heated rooms, vinyasa, a million sun salutations…), and I felt much more comfortable and at home there. (As an aside — it’s strange to reread this and realize that this Baptiste-style hot yoga is now my comfort zone. Coming from an ashtanga practice, the first time I went to Baptiste in Cambridge I thought, “This is nuts. I’m never coming back.” The room was 100 degrees, people were sweating all over the floor (eeew), and the vinyasa seemed so quick as to be dangerous, alignment-wise. But the studio was only a few blocks away, and once I got used to the heat, I was hooked. I don’t like practicing without it now. Also, if you would have told me six years ago that pigeon would someday be my favorite pose — I remember literally crying out of sheer frustration in Shiva Rea’s class in Los Angeles during one extended pigeon session — I would have walked out of your yoga studio. Maybe it’s the heat that allows me to enjoy it these days? But I digress. Sort of. )
Tags: fitting in exercise with a baby while working full-time, laywer mom, working out
I have a query for any random Googlers out there who stumble upon this blog (or even my cadre of oh-so-loyal readers): if you are working full-time, and you have a baby, and you have a husband/partner who works full-time, how, when, and where do you exercise?
I feel sluggish and gross if I skip working out more than one or two days. Moreover, the only time I can realistically work out is 5:30 a.m. before anyone else is up. I guess I should suck it up and get my butt out the door, but it’s getting coooolder and daaaarker. (I know: waaaahhh.) Anyway, creative suggestions and stories of triumph and motivation are welcome!
Tags: Cambridge, celebrity writers, Obama campaign
Last night I attended my first Obama fundraiser. It was a serendipitous occurrence: I woke up Sunday morning to Colin Powell’s endorsement and thought, “I need to contribute to the campaign this week.” The next day, Lindsey invited me to attend a house party in Cambridge called, “Writers for Obama.” It was the kind of event I could only dream up: held in an old Victorian house in Cambridgeport, fires burning in every fireplace, chili cooking on the stove, lots of wine. It was hosted by a number of well known writers — a who’s who of the New Yorker, basically (and indeed, the magazine’s fiction editor was there…) — and Lindsey and I, English majors and wanna-be novelists ourselves, walked around staring at name tags (“Did you see who that was?”) Here’s whom I spied: Susan Faludi, Lois Lowry, Claire Messud (the hostess and Lindsey’s friend — our ticket in), Gish Jen, Elizabeth McCracken, Helen Lee, Tom Perotta, Susannah Kaysen, and Robert Pinsky (yes, Robert Pinsky). We got up the nerve to gush our fandom to Tom Perotta, shorter and slightly more awkward than one would think, albeit perfectly dressed in a black leather coat and thick black glasses.
Just as important was the event itself. A woman from the Obama campaign swung through on her way from New Hampshire to Logan to fly to Ohio. Her speech was rousing, and because she went both to Columbia and Harvard Law with “Barack,” she spoke forcefully about him as a candidate and friend. I realized when I returned home that not one negative word was uttered all evening about the Republicans. Instead, it was a celebration of the momentum that this campaign has created and needs to continue for the next two weeks. The woman from the campaign said, “I’ve quit my real job at this point. Because if for some reason we should lose on November 4, it won’t because I didn’t do everything I could to get Barack Obama elected.” And she encouraged all of us to do the same. For my part, I’ll be manning a voter “hotline,” on election day, where supposedly I will dispense legal advice to those who feel their voting rights were impinged. I doubt the state of Massachusetts will produce many of those calls but, nonetheless, it will be exciting to feel like I’m truly involved in the day itself.
Tags: presidential debate
9:08: Good question, Bob S.!
9:17: Are you kidding me, John McCain?
9:26: So, wait, if Obama had agreed to town hall meetings you wouldn’t be calling him a terrorist?
9:39: Wait, did McCain really just say that?
9:41: Answer the question, John!
9:42: Sarah Palin is a role model for women? What?
9:46: Climate control/climate change… Don’t correct the moderator, John!
9:49: While I’m sure this debate will change fifty or sixty undecided minds, not only do I know (and have known for, oh, MY WHOLE LIFE) for whom I’m voting (the Democratic candidate, duh), but I live in Massachusetts so it really doesn’t matter anyway. Bedtime…
Disclaimer: to my treasured Republican-leaning peeps (you know who you are!), I still love you…
Tags: Columbia Journalism School, Maureen Dowd, New York Times columnists, Sarah Palin
I have a love-hate relationship with Maureen Dowd. (She once was a guest lecturer to my national political journalism class at Columbia and, perched on the edge of the desk in a very, very short skirt, spoke about her time on the George H.W. Bush campaign trail — making it sound like one big booze fest (which I’m sure it was) but also as if he flirted with her the whole time. Not the impressive lecture I was expecting.) At times I find her columns too formulaic — too many ideas set up in opposing symmetry (e.g., “America’s back in the cold war and W.’s back on vacation.”), and a little too heavy a dependence on pop culture (which works for Bill Simmons, but hers can be cloying — for example: “our new Napoleon in bunny boots (not the Pamela Anderson kind, but the knock-offs of the U.S. Army Extreme Cold Weather Vapor Barrier Boots).”)
Recently, however, she has dusted off her thesaurus, and her columns have been brilliant — relying more on a deft use of language than her sometimes borderline cliches. For example, recently she ever so casually dropped the word sesquipedalian into a column on Paul Newman (as Lindsey also noted in a post). And then, today, in a sentence that must be really fun to read aloud, “The conservative donnybrook over Sarah Palin, the peppery debate raging about whether she is an embarrassment who should fade away or an impudent but promising wine picked before its time.”
Tonight I shall have to find an impudent but promising wine to test the metaphor.