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Hello, LiveJournal! It's been a while. The only way that I was able even to start this post was to give up on the idea that I could catch up, so I won’t even try. The highlights, though, are:

  • I’m still not dead. I’m actually reasonably healthy and quite happy.

  • K and I are still engaged. We still plan to marry in March 2014. Now you know roughly as much about our wedding plans as we do.

  • The boy is doing well. He is nine years old and in fourth grade. He does fourth-grader stuff.


Last weekend, I think I set a personal record, in that, for three nights in a row, I attended parties with cocktails and passed hors d'oeuvres. I am a sucker for cocktails and passed hors d'oeuvres, so I consider that a big win.

Thursday night was a cocktail reception for the opening of AMNH’s Poison! exhibition. The evening began with a slide presentation that I arrived in the middle of—the second half, at least, was interesting and entertaining. We then walked through the exhibit itself, but it was hard to see anything: the space was filled with the sort of people who would go to the opening of an exhibit in a science museum, which meant that we had to wait a long time to get close enough to any individual exhibit to see or read anything. K and I agreed that the best strategy would be to come back later when it would be filled with normal people, who wouldn’t get in our way.

The cocktail reception afterwards was moderately fun, as the museum’s exhibitions tend to be. We sort-of dodged the couple that always gloms on to us at these things. We first met another couple, who seemed to be trying too hard. After that, we chatted pleasantly with a third couple, which included a man who seemed to want me to put him through school.

Friday was quiet at work because Friday night was my firm’s annual holiday dinner dance. They like their parties at my firm, and it shows. The party was at an old private club near our office, in a beautiful old room that no one could afford to build any more. The evening is also a chance to catch up with my partners’ partners, and K came. We drank moderately, danced to the live band, and went home before we got too drunk.

Saturday itself was a busy day, during which I baked six pies for a school fundraiser. While they baked, K and I played Just Dance 4. As for Saturday night, well, that’s another post.
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I haven't been home in nearly a week. Although I was away for good stuff, a night alone in my own space is a welcome opportunity to recharge. I'll be home the rest of the week, too, but the boy will be staying with me until sometime on Sunday. While I've missed him and will be glad for the time with him, it doesn't have quite the same effect on my energy.

The weekend was fun despite a head cold that knocked me out a bit. I got to spend some quality time with friends, whom I repaid for their company by sharing my cold with them because I'm generous like that.

Yesterday I flew to Cincinnati for meetings today with a client. The meetings were productive: I learned a lot about the new things they're doing and thinking of doing, and we had some useful brainstorming about possible subject matter for new patent applications.

I visit this client about once a year. Usually the meetings take up a full day, but today we had only about two and a half hours. For all that, or maybe because of it, this was one of the most productive disclosure sessions we've had.

I was supposed to have dinner with a couple of the GCs, but a scheduling cock-up meant that I had to catch a relatively early flight. I went with them to the restaurant to join them for appetizers at least. I had fried "Cantonese" shrimp, which were served with a sauce that was mixed duck sauce and hot mustard. They were unremarkable, but they were in fact shrimp, fried, and served with a sauce that was spicyish, so I'm not complaining.

I very nearly missed my flight, though, by leaving the restaurant later than I had planned and then getting caught in rush hour traffic. Fortunately, the terminal was empty, and I breezed through security to the gate. And following an uneventful flight, I find myself at home.

What I Do

Oct. 30th, 2007 04:42 pm
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I just finished drafting a response to a Patent Office action. This was one of those OAs for which any proper response would involve Amtrak and a hockey stick, but, sadly, that's against the rules, so I settled for showing the Examiner exactly which parts of the application she flat-out ignored.
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It's only fair, I suppose. I left Mrs. [livejournal.com profile] lawnrrd alone with Spotacus last weekend so I could eat, drink, and be merry. This weekend, I am looking after the small person while she jets off to the Caribbean.

This would ordinarily be just fine. We'd hang out during the day, hit the playground and so forth. For the evenings, I'd get a babysitter and make social plans with friends I haven't seen in far too long. Violent computer games and naps would take up any slack time.

Sadly, I need to work basically all weekend to finish a brief on time. Finishing it late is not an option because we've already used all the extensions that we're allowed.

Oh, and I have to finish our taxes. I think that we owe the feds about $10k.

And put the new bookshelf together.

And go to the supermarket. And the gym.

And take the small person to the zoo. And bring him home with me afterwards.

If I can't get daytime babysitting at least one day this weekend, I am well and truly fucked. In a bad way, I mean.
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A three-hour-long teleconference cannot but be grueling.

Oh, Boy!

Jan. 8th, 2007 11:58 am
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I get to go to Cincinnati next week for work, again.

ETA [1/10, 12:10 PM]: The trip has been postponed for a couple of weeks. This is doubtless because I already bought a non-refundable plane ticket.
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I spent most of yesterday sick in bed, except for a few hours at the computer playing Battlefield 2, and about an hour spent puttering over a breadboard. I'm not sure what's wrong: I'm tired and I ache all over—and I had a pounding headache all day yesterday. But I don't think that it's the flu because I had a flu shot, and I don't have a fever. Unfortunately, I have no time to be sick today, because my entire department has this incredibly tedious project that we have to work on today and tomorrow, in lieu of real work. I have fortified myself with tea, Pop-Tarts®, cough drops, tissues, Purell®, and a handgun, and I will do the best I can under the circumstances.

Meanwhile, Lauren is leaving me alone with Rufus McGoofus this weekend as she goes off to D.C. I would like to be meaningfully better by then, or else life's really going to suck hard.
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A lot of what I do involves talking with people—often engineers—who have come up with new products or services, figuring out what the hell they're doing, figuring out what parts of it other people are likely to have done before, and then drafting patent applications for the new stuff. Nearly all of my practice involves computers, software, and networks, and much of that relates to applying these things to various fields of business.

One consequence of the twisted path that led me to this place is that for, seemingly, nearly every new matter in our department, I can say, truthfully, "I used to do that for a living." For example, a client is working on a new kind of tradable index that is based on certain financial derivatives. I used to trade derivatives for a living.

The good part of this is that I have a high profile and am as indispensable as any associate can be at a big law firm.1 The bad part is that all kinds of shit gets dumped in my inbox because it's impenetrable to anyone else. For example, a client is working on a new kind of tradable index that is based on certain financial derivatives. I used to trade derivatives for a living. No one else here has a clue. So guess who gets to bang his head against his desk repeatedly until the mathematical models make sense?2


1Which is to say, not very.

2Hint: It's not Chiang Kai-Shek.

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I have a small Cthulhu plush. He sits on the top shelf of the bookcase in my office, his baleful countenance a malediction over my practice of law. If that's not enough to put me on the partnership track, I don't know what is.
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Words that I hate (among others):
  • utilize
  • facilitate
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Brick wall! Apply directly to the forehead!
Brick wall! Apply directly to the forehead!

Digested

May. 25th, 2006 01:08 pm
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I am working much too much and sleeping much too little. Don't even get me started on fucking and working out.

I really, really like what I do. I know how unusual that is, and how even more unusual it is for lawyers, and how even much more unusual it is for $BIGLAW lawyers. It is nonetheless true. But there are times when I wish I didn't have to do quite so much of it.

Progress continues to be made on the apartment. The new sofa was delivered yesterday, and we're trying to figure out whether we like it. Lauren and I agree that we don't like the stain that the brand-new sofa arrived with, but we're not sure what we're going to do about it. Lauren, Leo, and I did enjoy some quality time together this morning on the sofa, though.

Despite the progress on the apartment, the third bedroom is not yet an office. I continue to refer to it, alternately, as the "crapatorium" and the "crapateria." I just can't decide which I like better. An obstacle is that we don't have bookcases yet. Ikea has a set that we think we'd be happy with, but they want $150 to ship them, and none of the local stores has them in stock.

Tonight I have to get home relatively early to relieve the babysitter because Lauren has some event or other. I think that I will take the opportunity to put the air conditioners in the bedrooms. We still need a new unit for the living room and another for the crapatorium.

The other day, while walking to the bus stop, I noticed how beautiful the weather was, and I looked across the East River at lower Manhattan, and, for the first time in years and years, I was conscious that I was glad to be alive. I think that the Zoloft is working.
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For some reason or reasons still not entirely clear to me, "The patent examiner seems to be on crack" is in all circumstances considered an inappropriate response to rejection of a patent application.
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Work has exploded this week. That's good, in that it means that stuff is finally moving, my billables are up, and I'm actually being productive. But I'm tired.

I went out for drinks earlier this week with [livejournal.com profile] mary_wroth, which was a lot of fun, except for her endless whining about how her boyfriend is neglecting her.

Leo's next operation is looming on September 15. The dread is ongoing.

Despite this, my mood is holding. I could use some exercise, though. And a whole lot of sex.

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