Today was my last day at the Dallas law firm I have called work-home for the last two and a half years. I am going to miss the daily contact with some of the friends I have there, but I have no doubt that it was time to change.
In honor of my departure, a few of my work friends and I went to Cuba Libre and drank mojitos for a couple of hours. The mojito... quite possibly the best concoction created since chocolate chip cookies. A magical combination of rum and soda, sugar and mint, and that hint of lime that adds just the right contrast to the sweetness. Good gracious, it is a wonderful, wonderful thing. At Cuba, one of my long-time fav Dallas drinking locations, you can order these blessed potions by the pitcher. For a mere $25 you, too, can experience an entire pitcher of this delight.
I start my new job in Fort Worth on Monday... my search for Fort Worth's perfect drink will start shortly thereafter. Check back for reports on the quest.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Monday, May 09, 2005
Cow Town
Go west, young woman! On May 23, 2005, I will join the working masses in Fort Worth, Texas. I have decided to hang up my Big D hat, travel along I-30, and become a school law attorney in Cow Town. Yee-ha!
To be honest, leaving my first "real" job is not easy. I have made many friends, and I will miss the daily contact with all of them. My boss, for example, has been a tremendous mentor to me. He has taught me so much about the practice of law generally, and representing municipalities specifically. I feel so fortunate to have started my law school career under his guidance.
But onward and upward! I have decided to take an opportunity in Fort Worth that will allow me to fully focus my career on the representation of Texas public schools. Fortunate and blessed, indeed.
To be honest, leaving my first "real" job is not easy. I have made many friends, and I will miss the daily contact with all of them. My boss, for example, has been a tremendous mentor to me. He has taught me so much about the practice of law generally, and representing municipalities specifically. I feel so fortunate to have started my law school career under his guidance.
But onward and upward! I have decided to take an opportunity in Fort Worth that will allow me to fully focus my career on the representation of Texas public schools. Fortunate and blessed, indeed.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Long Time Comin'
If music is the fluid that moves a spirit, Bruce Springsteen is the flood that my soul needed.
Since my last post, I have aimed to submerge myself in music--all kinds of music--in an attempt to lift my spirits. I am listening to classic music at work. I have stopped listening to talk radio on my way home from work and have opted for CDs. And on Friday night, BH and I went to my very first (and BH's zillionth) Bruce Springsteen concert.
In all honesty, I never really "got" Springsteen. His CD's are ok, but nothing I was just bonkers over. I always enjoyed the poetic-ness of his songs, but never enough to really call myself a fan. And then, oh my goodness then, I saw him live. Springsteen is much like hockey in this one regard... it's a whole new monster in person.
Springsteen's passion is unparalleled. He feels his music so deeply that you cannot help but let yourself absorb into the moment. He played with a spontaneity I have never encountered. There was no set play list; he simply let the mood move him. The concert, Devils and Dust, features Springsteen, a harmonica, a piano, and a series of impressive guitars. The concert is truly just a man and his music. The talent that it takes to transfix 6,000 people for 3 hours with nothing but the air in your lungs and the strumming of a guitar is almost unfathomable.
Springsteen's most amazing gift, though, is his storytelling. He tells stories between songs and in his music. Very few of the songs have choruses; they are songs that force you to sit back, listen, think, and feel. This storytelling talent allows you to escape in his poetry and relate to him on what feels like an almost intrusively personal level. At the end of the concert, I felt like I knew him. I felt like I had been given the privilege of peering into his heart. He told me a story, and I listened. We all listened. And I am better for having heard what he had to say.
Since my last post, I have aimed to submerge myself in music--all kinds of music--in an attempt to lift my spirits. I am listening to classic music at work. I have stopped listening to talk radio on my way home from work and have opted for CDs. And on Friday night, BH and I went to my very first (and BH's zillionth) Bruce Springsteen concert.
In all honesty, I never really "got" Springsteen. His CD's are ok, but nothing I was just bonkers over. I always enjoyed the poetic-ness of his songs, but never enough to really call myself a fan. And then, oh my goodness then, I saw him live. Springsteen is much like hockey in this one regard... it's a whole new monster in person.
Springsteen's passion is unparalleled. He feels his music so deeply that you cannot help but let yourself absorb into the moment. He played with a spontaneity I have never encountered. There was no set play list; he simply let the mood move him. The concert, Devils and Dust, features Springsteen, a harmonica, a piano, and a series of impressive guitars. The concert is truly just a man and his music. The talent that it takes to transfix 6,000 people for 3 hours with nothing but the air in your lungs and the strumming of a guitar is almost unfathomable.
Springsteen's most amazing gift, though, is his storytelling. He tells stories between songs and in his music. Very few of the songs have choruses; they are songs that force you to sit back, listen, think, and feel. This storytelling talent allows you to escape in his poetry and relate to him on what feels like an almost intrusively personal level. At the end of the concert, I felt like I knew him. I felt like I had been given the privilege of peering into his heart. He told me a story, and I listened. We all listened. And I am better for having heard what he had to say.
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