Two Bits

I dreamt last night that I was getting a haircut from Ralph Winter.

Freudian Interpretation: I subconsciously feel the legal profession is stripping me of my manhood. Winter, a federal appeals judge, obviously represents the profession. And my hair, as in the story of Samson, is a symbol of virility and strength.

More Plausible Interpretation: I really need to get my hair cut.

Big Ball's in Cowtown

Just in case you were interested, I have arrived in Fort Worth (in fact, I did so almost two weeks ago, but who's counting....)

I've been keeping busy with wedding-y things, and with generally taking in the sights (and tastes...) of Fort Worth. For the curious, future updates are more likely to be had over at our wedding blog, Flesh of my Flesh, Blog of my Blog. Be advised.

Go West, Young Fox!

If you need me, I shall be high aloft, en route to scenic Cow Town, to see a certain very special someone.

Perhaps the Last *New Blog!* Ever

And, frankly, it's not even all that new. (She's had the blog for a couple years now, it seems.)

It is a little odd to be adding new links to the sidebar as I'm in the process of winding things down, but I just thought I'd be remiss if, before I shut the Fox down for good (which won't be for a little while yet, so feel free to hold off on the weeping and gnashing of teeth), I didn't direct your attention to the blog of my friend Windy Twilley (nee Booher), an Alabama-based supermom who I knew during her golden college years as a red-headed junior Ann Coulter (just so we're clear, I mean that as a compliment).

(And that, folks, is a long-ass sentence.)

I'm not promising anything, but there may just be a non-trivial chance that if you click the link you may be treated to some fairly adorable son Tyler. Just saying.

NOTICE

Internet/email access is about to get very spotty for me. I'll hopefully be able to check occasionally, but if you really need to get in touch with any kind of promptness, the best option will be my cell phone until approximately August 6.

"I'm Feeling Less Nuts, Thank You."

I'm not a smart man (and my brain is perhaps a little addled still from the Bar [plus it's pretty early]), but am I correct in my reading that Dahlia Lithwick's beef with the Washington Supreme Court is that, in its recent gay-marriage decision, it applied the *actual* Rational Basis test, as opposed to Heightened or even Strict Scrutiny under the Rational Basis name, as the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court did in Goodridge?

Living Up to My Billing

Having been declared awesome, I feel I must now do something to merit the title. Should I juggle 3 razor-sharp poodles? Should I recite War and Peace backwards, whilst standing on one foot? Shall I...

How about this: I'm done with the Bar exam, I don't think I failed, and somehow I've managed to win and keep the love of the most amazing woman in the world. If that's not awesome (well, the last part at least...the first two were just accomplished by ten and seven thousand people, respectively, approximately...) then I don't know what is.