The Road to Hell
I thought that being a law professor would afford me hours and hours of time and mental energy for blogging, like Mark Elrod. As it turns out, I don't know what I'm doing yet, and the learning curve is so steep that I can't keep my footing if I take much time to blog. Thus, I invoke your imagination. Please consider what weighty things we might be discussing, as I have great intentions of writing about these topics:
1. Reenacting the Voting Rights Act (and I why I love the law after my moving-van guy asked me to explain it to him) (or, how could anyone have voted against this?).
2. Farewell billable hours!
3. How to get your friends to join the revolution.
4. The high-calling of teaching (or why I quit my real job).
5. Fathers of Daughters (or why I hate little boys already).
6. The Providence of Community in the Church (or why my wife calls the CoC the "Mafia").
7. Vandy's next great hope from Arizona (but wait, Arizona can't play football either).
Put on your thinking caps and tell me what you wish you were writing about, instead of tending to life's drudgery.
Go Eagles!
1. Reenacting the Voting Rights Act (and I why I love the law after my moving-van guy asked me to explain it to him) (or, how could anyone have voted against this?).
2. Farewell billable hours!
3. How to get your friends to join the revolution.
4. The high-calling of teaching (or why I quit my real job).
5. Fathers of Daughters (or why I hate little boys already).
6. The Providence of Community in the Church (or why my wife calls the CoC the "Mafia").
7. Vandy's next great hope from Arizona (but wait, Arizona can't play football either).
Put on your thinking caps and tell me what you wish you were writing about, instead of tending to life's drudgery.
Go Eagles!
posted by JRB at 4:10 PM
8 Comments:
I want to hear more about why you hate little boys already.
I think I already know why and it's one of the reasons why the Lord blessed me with a son to raise.
Go Dores.
My fave on your list is the "fathers of daughters". Having four boys before the arrival of our last child, a red-headed little girl, I thought I had the parent thing pretty well under control. Then, she arrived and I was almost afraid to hold her because I was afraid I'd break her. I had to rethink everything, and learning about the father-daughter dynamic (as opposed to showing your boys how to be men) scared me to death.
I've learned this: They won't break and it's a marvelous journey.
I know why you hate boys. Just raise your girls so that they don't get their sense of worth from boys, and they'll be okay. So will you.
Fathers of Daughters it will be! Maybe this weekend.
JP, I am on the tenure track, so I do have a research requirement. I have a year of grace, though, because I have a Bar Exam to tackle in the Spring and a brand-new legal clinic to plan this semester and launch in the next one.
Also, as I wrote below, FU is starting a football program, albeit much, much smaller and less expensive than yours would be. Apparently in Alabama, even small programs can make a little money, such is the passion.
Little Boys Rule. Little Girlz drool.
I'm drowning in a river of testosterone--and loving every minute of it. I wouldn't know what to do with a little girl (I mean, tie a bow? Please), but I will confess that I have found myself wondering (wistfully) what it would be like.
Ah, the life of a tweedy, goateed, bowtied and tenured academic! Teaching a little here and there, hanging out, like Socrates, at the student union, meeting and having your picture taken with famous people, drinking coffee and playing with a MacBook. That sounds like the life for me.
Game Day at Faulkner. I bet the ESPN truck is already warming up.
Since the advent of magna-girl is nigh onto two months away, I would appreciate the insightful candor of the father of two daughters expound upon hatred of all things XY (save the latest Coldplay album).
While you say fairwell to billable hours, I am finding that more people are expecting me to keep them, that is the bane of ministerial existence when your people misunderstand ministry. So, let's skip that one!
Mike, learning to braid my daughter's hair is one of the highlights of my life. She doesn't do that now that she is a grown up ten-year-old, but I really enjoyed getting to do her hair when she liked that look.
Ah, the mysteries of girl hair. I rarely feel more manly or fatherly than when I'm putting up a ponytail. It's a high calling.
Recently, at Babies-R-Us for Scout, Big Sister Betsy spied from across the room an $8.00 pair of pink Mary Janes. She ran to them and asked very nicely to put them on. After we tried them on, she requested very nicely that she be permitted to try on, and apparently to wear in perpetuity, a black pair, too. I know that someday I may rue the day when I indulged a 17 month-old's shoe fancy, but it made my blood run warm to provide her with shoes she picked out herself.
Sucker I may be, but that girl has power deep and wide.
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