The Moot Court Room

We have Property here, with the fabulous Lisa Austin. Many of my profs are excellent, and Lisa Austin is defnitely up there. She’s organized, entertaining and firmly on track with covering the cases she says we’ll cover. If there’s a chance we won’t get to everything, she adjusts on the go, and we never feel rushed in the pacing. She also provides us with the kind of information that 1L students cherish, like how to try to connect the cases to each other, and so on. It might take a while before we’re able to do it, but it helps so much, having some idea of what needs to be done. It also provides us with a welcome sense of direction–of where we should be going with our thinking as we study and review.

She’s also a good speaker and has a fun sense of humour, which livens up the subject matter considerably–though I will confess that property is a subject that I am fond of anyway… I love the paradigm shift that comes with looking at it in a legal context. The “bundle of rights” idea just opens up so many possibilities and allows for so much of what we hear, re terms bandied about in everyday life, to make so much more sense.

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“Reflections” on the Charter

TCN is at a show at the Rex. I joined him for a bit before repairing to one of my many “offices” about town. Prime office space, this, with a view of the hot dog stand and any potential teeny boppers lingering outside Much Music.

And now, back to the Charter…

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Seen today…

Rachel McAdams, at a trendy dessert bakery/bistro on Harbord, where I went to get almond croissants for Tom and me. They baked the croissants fresh, so I tipped the woman who made the request, even though I only did takeout. I hope they’re as good as the ones I tried from Jen… They smelled divine as they baked.

A whirl of runners, in brightly coloured t-shirts, rushing past me like a mass of petals carried by a brisk wind.

A nicely-dressed man, sleeping on the street.

The golden, slanting light of evening.

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I only managed to snap a pic of the last of them, running off into the distance… There were many more in the previous wave, but I had no free hands at the time.

Juxtaposition

I like the old lamps and wrought iron gate, with the Fortress of Solitude behind. I also like that this pic really show the crazy (and by “crazy” I mean “really cool”) way the new structure has been retrofitted onto the old.

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… And who’d have thought it?

I actually enjoy getting out early. It helps that it’s been lovely and only slightly cool in the mornings, such that being awake before dawn hasn’t really been all that bad at all.

Still, I wouldn’t have believed it possible for me to voluntarily get up early just to go somewhere to study. But, yesterday and today, I’ve been getting up at 5 and heading downtown early. My brain is clear, and I’ve been productive and focussed through morning (this is my break–but I’ve gotten through reviewing a few cases already. I hope to finish with Contracts today, for an initial pass. Tomorrow, I will, with any luck, move on to Criminal).

And in the meanwhile, getting up early hasn’t been awful at all. It’s been great. I love it. Though, as I walked around the apartment this morning, at 5 am, I reflected on that period when I was staying up till 5 or 6 am, writing, and sleeping late into the day.

It’s kind of strange–since starting law school, I feel myself morphing more and more into my dad in many ways. I pack my lunch with little napkins and have my little system of baggies in a way that reminds me of him (he’d saran wrap his half sandwich, because a whole sandwich was “too much food,” and have lettuce in the baggie, outside of the wrap, so the sandwich wouldn’t get soggy. He’d also pack a napkin and so on). My salads remind me of him.

And now I’m getting up, voluntarily, at an absurdly early hour and hopping out of bed to head into town and do work. Where is this coming from?! But for now, it’s working for me, and so I shall continue with it. And of course, given my full druthers (e.g. in the summer) there’s no guarantee that I’ll continue with this matitudinal prowess. It’s entirely possible that I’ll fall back into my old, well-established ways. Either that, or I’m just getting old. Which is also true enough, I suppose.

Sunday afternoon land

It’s a place where everything is idyllic and liesurely but steeped in the wistful awareness that it is back to work tomorrow. When I lived in Vancouver, one friend’s place, with a balcony overlooking a quiet, small town street in a sleepy, lovely part of Ladner, was my Sunday afternoon land. I’d go there and we’d sit out on the balcony overlooking that sleepy street with the awninged storefronts, and Monday would loom, making the golden afternoon all the sweeter for its fleetingness.

I am at a Starbucks, doing my admin reading on Bloor, and without deadlines looming, I am in Sunday afternoon land. It seems like it has been a while since I visited. It’s a gloomy day here, but it is lovely to be back, all the same.

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The Fortress of Solitude

Tis a little known fact is that it is actually in the heart of Toronto.

Reviled though it is (it was voted one of the ugliest buildings, in the world, I think), I quite like it. It really does look like some crazy, crystal formation of possibly alien origin has burst out of the ground right beside the old, elegant and dignified ROM. I really enjoy the utter, insane incongruity of it, actually. It’s fantastical and totally over the top.

I also like the way there are hints and remnants of the old building still visible, here and there…

For context, kitty corner from that, is this–the 70’s version of old meets new–possibly daring in its time, but rather staid by comparison.