the daily snivel
No Passion for Rob
Tonight my principles finally won out over my runaway affection. Some friends, including a certain colleague for whom I have strong, unrequited, and utterly hopeless feelings, had been planning to go see "The Passion of the Christ" on account of them being good guilt-ridden Catholics (and, in one friend's case, just a big fan of bloody zombie movies). I had, up until this point, allowed myself to be talked into coming along, despite an earlier conscious choice not to see the film.
Now, to those who have seen it and found it inspiring I say, well, more power to you, and to Mel Gibson. But for me, the movie sends entirely the wrong message about the life, teachings and suffering of Jesus Christ. I am not a religious person, but the humility, compassion, tolerance, and wisdom expressed in Jesus' ministry are values I applaud and cherish (and additionally lament the general absence of in everyday life, particularly among the most devout). After all, the movie is based as much on writings given almost no spiritual weight by the Vatican as on the Gospels. Much of the movie is inspired by The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ After the Meditations of Anne Catherine Emmerich, who was a 19th century Augustinian nun. The book was published nine years after her death by the German Romantic poet Clemens Brentano, who frequently sat at Emmerich's bedside while she had visions. While Emmerich herself is well on the way towards beatification (which is to say, Sainthood), her writings are generally discounted by the Church as inauthentic because of the evidence that Brentano coloured his books with information provided by maps, travel books, and biblical apocrypha. See, for example, the following article: http://www.americamagazine.org/articles/omalley-emmerich.cfm.
But, because a certain someone was intending to see the movie, I was wishy-washily thinking about going to see it, too. Which is absolutely ridiculous, and that only struck me today. Why should I do anything, particularly attending a movie I am personally opposed to spending money on or even seeing, just because a girl I presently like is doing it? Somewhere, somehow, I found myself some backbone when it comes to the opposite sex and letting friends down (my two greatest weaknesses). So, when the call came in this evening to go see the movie, I told a little white lie about not feeling well, and stayed home with my dear friend Mélanie and my cat, and we went through her many travel photos from a trip to New York this past weekend.
And then the plans fell through anyway, so my resolve was pretty much for naught.
And then I promised myself that I won't go next time, either, because no person (however lovely and funny and clever and pleasant-smelling) is worth that much bloody blasphemy.
For a review of the movie that I rather liked, click here: http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2004/04/16/notes041604.DTL&nl=fix
Thursday, April 22, 2004 Now, to those who have seen it and found it inspiring I say, well, more power to you, and to Mel Gibson. But for me, the movie sends entirely the wrong message about the life, teachings and suffering of Jesus Christ. I am not a religious person, but the humility, compassion, tolerance, and wisdom expressed in Jesus' ministry are values I applaud and cherish (and additionally lament the general absence of in everyday life, particularly among the most devout). After all, the movie is based as much on writings given almost no spiritual weight by the Vatican as on the Gospels. Much of the movie is inspired by The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ After the Meditations of Anne Catherine Emmerich, who was a 19th century Augustinian nun. The book was published nine years after her death by the German Romantic poet Clemens Brentano, who frequently sat at Emmerich's bedside while she had visions. While Emmerich herself is well on the way towards beatification (which is to say, Sainthood), her writings are generally discounted by the Church as inauthentic because of the evidence that Brentano coloured his books with information provided by maps, travel books, and biblical apocrypha. See, for example, the following article: http://www.americamagazine.org/articles/omalley-emmerich.cfm.
But, because a certain someone was intending to see the movie, I was wishy-washily thinking about going to see it, too. Which is absolutely ridiculous, and that only struck me today. Why should I do anything, particularly attending a movie I am personally opposed to spending money on or even seeing, just because a girl I presently like is doing it? Somewhere, somehow, I found myself some backbone when it comes to the opposite sex and letting friends down (my two greatest weaknesses). So, when the call came in this evening to go see the movie, I told a little white lie about not feeling well, and stayed home with my dear friend Mélanie and my cat, and we went through her many travel photos from a trip to New York this past weekend.
And then the plans fell through anyway, so my resolve was pretty much for naught.
And then I promised myself that I won't go next time, either, because no person (however lovely and funny and clever and pleasant-smelling) is worth that much bloody blasphemy.
For a review of the movie that I rather liked, click here: http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2004/04/16/notes041604.DTL&nl=fix
Which Supreme Court Justice Are You?
You are the Honourable Madam Justice Claire L'Heureux-Dubé.
Born: 1927, Ville de Québec, Québec
Appointed: 1987
Retired: 2002
Key word: "opinion"
Your opinions on our sample cases reflect consistent respect for the rule of law, with the Supreme Court as highest authority. You were always willing to express an opinion on how things should be resolved, instead of leaving it to other bodies to decide. Sometimes your colleagues agreed with you, as in Harvard College v. Canada (Commissioner of Patents); more often not, as in Trinity Western University v. British Columbia College of Teachers, they differ.
Take the quiz yourself: http://ansuz.sooke.bc.ca/justices/
Sunday, April 18, 2004 Born: 1927, Ville de Québec, Québec
Appointed: 1987
Retired: 2002
Key word: "opinion"
Your opinions on our sample cases reflect consistent respect for the rule of law, with the Supreme Court as highest authority. You were always willing to express an opinion on how things should be resolved, instead of leaving it to other bodies to decide. Sometimes your colleagues agreed with you, as in Harvard College v. Canada (Commissioner of Patents); more often not, as in Trinity Western University v. British Columbia College of Teachers, they differ.
Take the quiz yourself: http://ansuz.sooke.bc.ca/justices/
Blue skies, Barthy burgers, girls...
So went the mantra of You Can't Do That on Television, a Canadian sketch comedy show from the 1980s that included a very young Alanis back in the days before anger became her gig. Whenever one of the characters (normally a rogue named Alasdair Gillis) was faced with the prospect of release from the dungeons of an unnamed dictatorship that routinely imprisoned him on sketch after sketch, he'd dreamily think of those aforementioned blue skies, and "Barthy burgers" (Barth, played by the inimitable Les Lye, was the much-maligned greasy spoon chef character who never let on what was in the meat), and of course, girls.
Barth the greasy spoon chef
Having written the last of my exams on Thursday (family law), I am now facing the prospect of blissful freedom myself. It's actually hard to know what to do with all this free time -- I now have two entire weeks in which to do whatever I like before my summer job at the University of Ottawa Community Legal Clinic begins on May 3. I was intending to do nothing but sleep late on Friday, but as it turns out, I am finding it quite hard to shake the pathological need for diligent learning out of my mental state. So, instead, I cobbled together a group of like-minded nerds and we went to the Supreme Court of Canada bright and early that morning to watch a criminal appeal that was being heard. It was a very interesting case that we'd been discussing all term long in my advanced criminal procedure course.
The matter -- R. v. Tessling -- concerned the use of a "forward-looking infrared" device (or FLIR) to search for hot spots within a private home. The hot spots can correlate with the presence of high-intensity heat lamps used for indoor marijuana grow operations. Of course, they can also indicate a sauna, a fireplace, a shower, or a running car engine, or any number of other heat-creating activities within the home. The question of the case was whether a search warrant was required before using such a device to peer "into" a home by examinating the relative heat emanations escaping through the walls. The Crown was appealing a decision by the Ontario Court of Appeal establishing that a search warrant was required, and they argued the FLIR device was more useful for gathering the information needed to establish the reasonable and probable grounds required to get a warrant to search the house directly.
Anyway, it was a fascinating appeal. I'm personally inclined to think that people do have a reasonable expectation of privacy as regards the heat concentrations within their homes (and thus a search warrant should be required to examine the infrared signature of the house), so I'm eager to see how the Supreme Court deals with the question. An interesting analogy came up in the appeal regarding garbage. A search warrant is not required to search garbage that someone has left outside on the curb, for example, so the question arising from this is: why would you then need a warrant to look at heat escaping through the walls of a house? I'd thought about that question during a class in which one of the Crown prosecutors working on the appeal was discussing it with us, and my response was that garbage is something you consciously abandon to the curb, knowing that anything you put in the garbage is going to be handled by third parties. It's an active choice to dispose of things that way. Whether a cat or a raccoon paws through your garbage late some night, or a police officer does, there's a very good chance that it's going to be strewn about, so there's an understandably low privacy expectation regarding your trash. But there's no conscious abandonment of infrared radiation. It's simply impossible to keep it from escaping the house. It can't be discerned with the naked eye -- while unusually warm grow operations might melt the snow on a roof, the heat measured by a FLIR device is based on a relative reading compared to the baseline of absolute zero. It's heat that you couldn't measure by putting your hand on the wall. So, in my opinion, it commands a higher expectation of privacy.
Every bit as fascinating as the legal arguments was the sense of awe we had in sitting at the Supreme Court itself. It's a remarkable experience that I would recommend to anyone. With all the talk we hear about "activist judges" and griping about the court systems, how many people have actually sat through any court procedure and paid attention to the arguments and issues being raised, or read a judgment and grasped the actual reasoning behind judicial decisions? If all you know about the legal system comes from what you've seen on TV, then most of what you know is incorrect.
On the other hand, fundamental to the integrity of the legal system is the integrity of the professionals who work within it. No small part of the training of a lawyer is an understanding of the Rules of Professional Conduct, which govern our profession and set the minimum standard of professional and ethical obligations for a solicitor. Lawyers (and law students) who do not respect this code of conduct jeopardize the integrity of the profession as a whole.
I was extremely, extremely disappointed to hear this week that one of my colleagues has betrayed these standards.
To begin the story, let me tell you about my family law exam. Because of a conflict with my Constitutional Law II take-home exam and my family law exam on Wednesday, I had to defer one of them to the next day. I didn't realize my Constitutional Law exam was a six-hour take-home exam when I signed up for the course in July, and realized it would run into the regular three-hour family law exam held the same day. The Assistant Dean was very, very gracious and agreed to accommodate me, and so he allowed me to write my family law exam the next day. The condition: I would have to sign an affidavit affirming that I had not discussed the contents of the exam with anyone who had written it on Wednesday, nor would I discuss it with anyone who was going to write it after me. This was because I would be writing the same exam on Thursday that everyone wrote on Wednesday. If I talked to my friends, I might cheat by knowing what was on the exam before I wrote it. I took this very seriously, as did my friends. I didn't speak to a soul in the class on Wednesday or Thursday. Even my own sister didn't talk to me on Wednesday, because she was going out for beer with some of the people in my class after they'd written it, and she wanted to keep everything on the up-and-up.
I wrote the exam on Thursday, largely without a hitch (aside from the fact that the people at the Academic Affairs office didn't realize I was supposed to write it that day, and largely allowed me to do so on the basis of my honest face and the promise that we'd all sort it out with the Assistant Dean on Friday). I will say this about family law, though: you'd be amazed how much you need to rely on a calculator. It's a dense subject matter for a body of law that has largely only existed in Canada for about forty years: my "summary" (the compendius but condensed collection of case briefs and rules that we bring in to an exam based on a boiled down version of our class notes) was 112 pages and I had it bound just to make it manageable to flip through.
Anyway, I ran into a friend on Friday who was also in my family law class. She had written the exam on Wednesday, so we were in the clear to briefly vent our stresses about property equalization formulas and the many other woes of property and custody issues arising from separation. Then she dropped a bombshell: someone she knew, who was also in our family law class, had deferred the exam as well, to a date later in the exam period. Then that person called my friend and asked her what was going to be on the exam. And my friend caved in to the pressure and told him or her what was on the exam.
I understand why my friend did what she did. Sometimes you just can't say no to a friend, even when you don't respect their choices. Sometimes people sound so desperate or frightened that you want to help them. I honestly don't know what I would have done I were in her shoes and a friend of mine had asked me. I might have relented as well. I hope my friends would not put me in that position by ever asking. I won't get my friend into trouble by naming names. She did a foolish thing but an understandable thing.
But I cannot respect or forgive or understand the person who is now cheating. He or she is committing an academic offence and, worse, is engaging in behaviour that seriously undermines the professional integrity required of any future lawyer. It is academic suicide and an abandonment of personal ethics. It is, in a word, deplorable. It is as well that I do not know who it was because I would probably turn them in. It makes us all look bad, and I am all the more frustrated because this person will probably get away with it. I worked hard and helped a lot of my friends study for the family law exam. Law school grades are curved in order to keep grades within a range that is neither too low nor too high. Our grades won't mean anything if people can cheat and do even better. Our profession doesn't mean anything either.
Monday, April 12, 2004 Barth the greasy spoon chef
Having written the last of my exams on Thursday (family law), I am now facing the prospect of blissful freedom myself. It's actually hard to know what to do with all this free time -- I now have two entire weeks in which to do whatever I like before my summer job at the University of Ottawa Community Legal Clinic begins on May 3. I was intending to do nothing but sleep late on Friday, but as it turns out, I am finding it quite hard to shake the pathological need for diligent learning out of my mental state. So, instead, I cobbled together a group of like-minded nerds and we went to the Supreme Court of Canada bright and early that morning to watch a criminal appeal that was being heard. It was a very interesting case that we'd been discussing all term long in my advanced criminal procedure course.
The matter -- R. v. Tessling -- concerned the use of a "forward-looking infrared" device (or FLIR) to search for hot spots within a private home. The hot spots can correlate with the presence of high-intensity heat lamps used for indoor marijuana grow operations. Of course, they can also indicate a sauna, a fireplace, a shower, or a running car engine, or any number of other heat-creating activities within the home. The question of the case was whether a search warrant was required before using such a device to peer "into" a home by examinating the relative heat emanations escaping through the walls. The Crown was appealing a decision by the Ontario Court of Appeal establishing that a search warrant was required, and they argued the FLIR device was more useful for gathering the information needed to establish the reasonable and probable grounds required to get a warrant to search the house directly.
Anyway, it was a fascinating appeal. I'm personally inclined to think that people do have a reasonable expectation of privacy as regards the heat concentrations within their homes (and thus a search warrant should be required to examine the infrared signature of the house), so I'm eager to see how the Supreme Court deals with the question. An interesting analogy came up in the appeal regarding garbage. A search warrant is not required to search garbage that someone has left outside on the curb, for example, so the question arising from this is: why would you then need a warrant to look at heat escaping through the walls of a house? I'd thought about that question during a class in which one of the Crown prosecutors working on the appeal was discussing it with us, and my response was that garbage is something you consciously abandon to the curb, knowing that anything you put in the garbage is going to be handled by third parties. It's an active choice to dispose of things that way. Whether a cat or a raccoon paws through your garbage late some night, or a police officer does, there's a very good chance that it's going to be strewn about, so there's an understandably low privacy expectation regarding your trash. But there's no conscious abandonment of infrared radiation. It's simply impossible to keep it from escaping the house. It can't be discerned with the naked eye -- while unusually warm grow operations might melt the snow on a roof, the heat measured by a FLIR device is based on a relative reading compared to the baseline of absolute zero. It's heat that you couldn't measure by putting your hand on the wall. So, in my opinion, it commands a higher expectation of privacy.
Every bit as fascinating as the legal arguments was the sense of awe we had in sitting at the Supreme Court itself. It's a remarkable experience that I would recommend to anyone. With all the talk we hear about "activist judges" and griping about the court systems, how many people have actually sat through any court procedure and paid attention to the arguments and issues being raised, or read a judgment and grasped the actual reasoning behind judicial decisions? If all you know about the legal system comes from what you've seen on TV, then most of what you know is incorrect.
On the other hand, fundamental to the integrity of the legal system is the integrity of the professionals who work within it. No small part of the training of a lawyer is an understanding of the Rules of Professional Conduct, which govern our profession and set the minimum standard of professional and ethical obligations for a solicitor. Lawyers (and law students) who do not respect this code of conduct jeopardize the integrity of the profession as a whole.
I was extremely, extremely disappointed to hear this week that one of my colleagues has betrayed these standards.
To begin the story, let me tell you about my family law exam. Because of a conflict with my Constitutional Law II take-home exam and my family law exam on Wednesday, I had to defer one of them to the next day. I didn't realize my Constitutional Law exam was a six-hour take-home exam when I signed up for the course in July, and realized it would run into the regular three-hour family law exam held the same day. The Assistant Dean was very, very gracious and agreed to accommodate me, and so he allowed me to write my family law exam the next day. The condition: I would have to sign an affidavit affirming that I had not discussed the contents of the exam with anyone who had written it on Wednesday, nor would I discuss it with anyone who was going to write it after me. This was because I would be writing the same exam on Thursday that everyone wrote on Wednesday. If I talked to my friends, I might cheat by knowing what was on the exam before I wrote it. I took this very seriously, as did my friends. I didn't speak to a soul in the class on Wednesday or Thursday. Even my own sister didn't talk to me on Wednesday, because she was going out for beer with some of the people in my class after they'd written it, and she wanted to keep everything on the up-and-up.
I wrote the exam on Thursday, largely without a hitch (aside from the fact that the people at the Academic Affairs office didn't realize I was supposed to write it that day, and largely allowed me to do so on the basis of my honest face and the promise that we'd all sort it out with the Assistant Dean on Friday). I will say this about family law, though: you'd be amazed how much you need to rely on a calculator. It's a dense subject matter for a body of law that has largely only existed in Canada for about forty years: my "summary" (the compendius but condensed collection of case briefs and rules that we bring in to an exam based on a boiled down version of our class notes) was 112 pages and I had it bound just to make it manageable to flip through.
Anyway, I ran into a friend on Friday who was also in my family law class. She had written the exam on Wednesday, so we were in the clear to briefly vent our stresses about property equalization formulas and the many other woes of property and custody issues arising from separation. Then she dropped a bombshell: someone she knew, who was also in our family law class, had deferred the exam as well, to a date later in the exam period. Then that person called my friend and asked her what was going to be on the exam. And my friend caved in to the pressure and told him or her what was on the exam.
I understand why my friend did what she did. Sometimes you just can't say no to a friend, even when you don't respect their choices. Sometimes people sound so desperate or frightened that you want to help them. I honestly don't know what I would have done I were in her shoes and a friend of mine had asked me. I might have relented as well. I hope my friends would not put me in that position by ever asking. I won't get my friend into trouble by naming names. She did a foolish thing but an understandable thing.
But I cannot respect or forgive or understand the person who is now cheating. He or she is committing an academic offence and, worse, is engaging in behaviour that seriously undermines the professional integrity required of any future lawyer. It is academic suicide and an abandonment of personal ethics. It is, in a word, deplorable. It is as well that I do not know who it was because I would probably turn them in. It makes us all look bad, and I am all the more frustrated because this person will probably get away with it. I worked hard and helped a lot of my friends study for the family law exam. Law school grades are curved in order to keep grades within a range that is neither too low nor too high. Our grades won't mean anything if people can cheat and do even better. Our profession doesn't mean anything either.
Spring has sprung
I'm in the thick of exams this week, following a busy month wherein I wrote and submitted two essays, including my major paper (the weighty monstrosity critically examining some legal topic of one's choosing, which all law students are required to write before they can graduate) and an examination of the arrest power of private citizens under the Trespass to Property Act for my Advanced Criminal Procedure course (my thesis being that it is an aberration from Canada's general approach to powers of arrest).
Last night was the 31st birthday of a good friend of mine from school -- she's someone I've mentioned before, particularly with regard to my various disastrous attempts to woo her. Anyway, she invited some of her friends, including me, out to a swanky martini bar called "Eighteen" here in Ottawa in honour of the occasion, and we enjoyed many a martini until quite late at night. I'd walked past the bar before -- my friend referred to it as extremely "froo froo" in inviting me, and I concurred in every particular with that assessment. I wore a suit and tie both to impress and also to fit in. Ultimately, I had a very nice time and many laughs. All of us are procrastinating heavily from studying for our looming exams. I was practically pickled in cosmopolitans (since I prefer fruity drinks that taste like candy), though another friend was specializing in a little number they called a "Hawaii 5-0" that was blue and smelled lusciously like pineapples.
I got my friend a box of Godiva chocolates for her birthday, and pre-ordered her a copy of Hayden's upcoming CD, Elk Lake Serenade which is due out on May. She's the first person I ever met who's as big a fan of his as I am (some of her friends even had Hayden crash on their couch one night when they opened for him), and I was touched that she thought of my gift as extremely thoughtful.
Last night, I reached the conclusion that I love this person, as much as I know that I'll never have her and she'll never want me. I don't think I mean I am "in love" with her. I've been in love enough times to know what that feels like, and to know how destructive that can be when it isn't reciprocated. But I have an affection that has matured from infatuation to something at once more enduring and less demanding. We have a ton in common as friends, and yet are complete opposites in romantic preferences. We went out once, and it didn't work. I'm too impulsive and emotional when it comes to relationships, and she's too inhibited and distant. All the same, she's a special person to me. The ultimate implication of loving someone is putting their happiness before your own. It's about having no ulterior motives or expectations. It's about putting the good things -- the friendship -- first. And not being a bother. So that's what I've decided I am. A friend. Who loves her. And who someday will love someone else who will reciprocate, and even then will still have a place in his heart for that wonderful, screwy gal. Because I've loved and lost before, and I still care about everyone who has ever come into and out of my life, and it's part of what makes me the good, well-liked, and happy person I am today.
The conclusion, though it may seem contradictory, is that this will make it easier to walk away from the longing and puppy dog behaviour, and instead simply be myself.
And now, back to studying for my Family Law exam, which is all about what happens when true love flies out the door along with a hastily packed suitcase and usually a vase or something close behind.
Last night was the 31st birthday of a good friend of mine from school -- she's someone I've mentioned before, particularly with regard to my various disastrous attempts to woo her. Anyway, she invited some of her friends, including me, out to a swanky martini bar called "Eighteen" here in Ottawa in honour of the occasion, and we enjoyed many a martini until quite late at night. I'd walked past the bar before -- my friend referred to it as extremely "froo froo" in inviting me, and I concurred in every particular with that assessment. I wore a suit and tie both to impress and also to fit in. Ultimately, I had a very nice time and many laughs. All of us are procrastinating heavily from studying for our looming exams. I was practically pickled in cosmopolitans (since I prefer fruity drinks that taste like candy), though another friend was specializing in a little number they called a "Hawaii 5-0" that was blue and smelled lusciously like pineapples.
I got my friend a box of Godiva chocolates for her birthday, and pre-ordered her a copy of Hayden's upcoming CD, Elk Lake Serenade which is due out on May. She's the first person I ever met who's as big a fan of his as I am (some of her friends even had Hayden crash on their couch one night when they opened for him), and I was touched that she thought of my gift as extremely thoughtful.
Last night, I reached the conclusion that I love this person, as much as I know that I'll never have her and she'll never want me. I don't think I mean I am "in love" with her. I've been in love enough times to know what that feels like, and to know how destructive that can be when it isn't reciprocated. But I have an affection that has matured from infatuation to something at once more enduring and less demanding. We have a ton in common as friends, and yet are complete opposites in romantic preferences. We went out once, and it didn't work. I'm too impulsive and emotional when it comes to relationships, and she's too inhibited and distant. All the same, she's a special person to me. The ultimate implication of loving someone is putting their happiness before your own. It's about having no ulterior motives or expectations. It's about putting the good things -- the friendship -- first. And not being a bother. So that's what I've decided I am. A friend. Who loves her. And who someday will love someone else who will reciprocate, and even then will still have a place in his heart for that wonderful, screwy gal. Because I've loved and lost before, and I still care about everyone who has ever come into and out of my life, and it's part of what makes me the good, well-liked, and happy person I am today.
The conclusion, though it may seem contradictory, is that this will make it easier to walk away from the longing and puppy dog behaviour, and instead simply be myself.
And now, back to studying for my Family Law exam, which is all about what happens when true love flies out the door along with a hastily packed suitcase and usually a vase or something close behind.
