wine on expenses
Jun. 28th, 2012 08:50 pmToday after work I went home to change and grab some food, and then headed out to Jesus Green to play a game of rounders with my colleagues (vs. a worthy team of local chartered surveyors), in the twenty-five degree sunlight on the grass, and when I was up to bat I got one rounder and when I was fielding I caught one batsman out (and it turns out playing rounders when you're not at school in PE kit not only an enjoyable experience but positively fun). And afterwards we drifted across Midsummer Common to the Fort St George and drank wine on expenses by the river Cam. The pub has no road access, which is deliciously peaceful, and means you wander across the common in the sunshine to get home.
And, sometimes I miss the US. Swedish Fish! Half and half! I have to walk all the way to the postbox to return my Netflix discs, oh my god my life. And then sometimes I really, really don't. Such a blissful evening. What a wonderful place to live.
In other news, the Supreme Court has not done a stupid thing today; I've read the abbreviated judgement and, as usual, am less than impressed by the reasoning. Which isn't quite accurate - the reasoning is fine, but it seems as though my fundamental ambivalence regarding a constitutional court persists, which means its tortured readings and re-readings, its invocations of the Framers and what they wanted, etc, just don't impress me. I find it hard to internally understand codified constitutions and sovereignty outside the legislature. (On another note, my supervisor and I have been quiet recently and I've spent the last couple of days drinking coffee and reading Fifoot's Law of Contract. After reading a gentle few chapters on mediaeval assumpsit, civil-law considerations and the economic effects on the law of contracts as a result of globalisation before I even got to phenomenal of agreement, offers, acceptance, invitation to treat, all the basic stuff, I decided again that the British way of teaching law is so much more gentle and thoughtful than the American one. It's less ritualised, less pivoted on oral confrontation, and more in the style of the trainee, the apprentice, clerk, whatever, being articled into a noble tradition with care. And I have all the issues with English law and liberal legal systems in general that any person who's familiar with radical political thought would have - it's inherently racist and very inherently sexist, it constitutes itself as rational and neutral when it's as fallible as the rest of us, blah blah you've heard it. It's just I also believe you can't critique the law before you know the law. And here in England and Wales it's a kinder, sweeter way of knowing what you are when you're a lawyer.)
All of which is obiter anyway, because who cares how they got there when they got there. I suspect it will be a long, long time before the US federal government is responsible for healthcare reform that brings the American healthcare system out of a system of total barbarism, but this is a first step.
In other other news I have been feeling very sad recently, but the evening in the sunlight has revived me somewhat; I have only a couple of months left in my current job; in a week I am going to Germany; I have just finished watching Quatermass and the Pit, which I enjoyed much too much for something made in 1958 (not only is it creepy as all-get-out, it also seems to employ a far more liberal hand in its politics than many things fifty years younger); and we crossed the solstice, so eighteen hours of daylight is now getting shorter each day rather than longer, but that's all right.
And we go on. I am much, much too drunk for someone who has to go to work tomorrow before it's the weekend. Tonight the Caped Crusader told me, over his Peroni over our very wobbly table, "When you caught that guy out, I turned to [another trainee] and said, 'I told you she was Indian!' And now I feel bad. Was that bad?"
I told him, fondly and drunkenly, that it was terribly bad of him, but somehow I can never think badly of him when everything he says to me is laced with the most uncomplicatedly joyful affection. I went home feeling like the sunshine was inside me.
And, sometimes I miss the US. Swedish Fish! Half and half! I have to walk all the way to the postbox to return my Netflix discs, oh my god my life. And then sometimes I really, really don't. Such a blissful evening. What a wonderful place to live.
In other news, the Supreme Court has not done a stupid thing today; I've read the abbreviated judgement and, as usual, am less than impressed by the reasoning. Which isn't quite accurate - the reasoning is fine, but it seems as though my fundamental ambivalence regarding a constitutional court persists, which means its tortured readings and re-readings, its invocations of the Framers and what they wanted, etc, just don't impress me. I find it hard to internally understand codified constitutions and sovereignty outside the legislature. (On another note, my supervisor and I have been quiet recently and I've spent the last couple of days drinking coffee and reading Fifoot's Law of Contract. After reading a gentle few chapters on mediaeval assumpsit, civil-law considerations and the economic effects on the law of contracts as a result of globalisation before I even got to phenomenal of agreement, offers, acceptance, invitation to treat, all the basic stuff, I decided again that the British way of teaching law is so much more gentle and thoughtful than the American one. It's less ritualised, less pivoted on oral confrontation, and more in the style of the trainee, the apprentice, clerk, whatever, being articled into a noble tradition with care. And I have all the issues with English law and liberal legal systems in general that any person who's familiar with radical political thought would have - it's inherently racist and very inherently sexist, it constitutes itself as rational and neutral when it's as fallible as the rest of us, blah blah you've heard it. It's just I also believe you can't critique the law before you know the law. And here in England and Wales it's a kinder, sweeter way of knowing what you are when you're a lawyer.)
All of which is obiter anyway, because who cares how they got there when they got there. I suspect it will be a long, long time before the US federal government is responsible for healthcare reform that brings the American healthcare system out of a system of total barbarism, but this is a first step.
In other other news I have been feeling very sad recently, but the evening in the sunlight has revived me somewhat; I have only a couple of months left in my current job; in a week I am going to Germany; I have just finished watching Quatermass and the Pit, which I enjoyed much too much for something made in 1958 (not only is it creepy as all-get-out, it also seems to employ a far more liberal hand in its politics than many things fifty years younger); and we crossed the solstice, so eighteen hours of daylight is now getting shorter each day rather than longer, but that's all right.
And we go on. I am much, much too drunk for someone who has to go to work tomorrow before it's the weekend. Tonight the Caped Crusader told me, over his Peroni over our very wobbly table, "When you caught that guy out, I turned to [another trainee] and said, 'I told you she was Indian!' And now I feel bad. Was that bad?"
I told him, fondly and drunkenly, that it was terribly bad of him, but somehow I can never think badly of him when everything he says to me is laced with the most uncomplicatedly joyful affection. I went home feeling like the sunshine was inside me.
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on 2012-06-28 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-28 10:29 pm (UTC)re: constitutional law: I've told you before about Anthropomorphism in Lyric and Law, by Barbara Johnson, right? It's an amazing article about how the Great Framers are spoken of as we speak of romantic poets, as Great Authors who have nothing but control over every word they write. Anyway, that article was sort of my introduction to how messed up constitutional law is, and led me to always think of it as a kind of boyfannishness - you know, when you're really into all the details of how the starship enterprise works, and read every single missive from the executive producer as The Word of God, and get Watsonian on anyone who dares to go Doylist. I've always felt like what law needs is a lot more girlfannishness, a willingness to reshape to suit what we need and desire now. This is just a silly thing that a person who knows nothing about the law always has running through her head, but there it is. The rigidity of clinging to a text, or an author, it just . . . makes me sad. Because there's potential for transformation everywhere.
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on 2012-06-29 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-30 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-30 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-30 07:35 pm (UTC)I like your rendering of (US) constitutional law as boyfannishness! Yes! I think I might've thought that, subconsciously, when I was actually reading it - because it's there, oh, yes, it's there, the Outpost Gallifrey fanboys explaining how there are only white Time Lords have so much in common with Scalia explaining why his view in Romer v Evans is not a bill of attainder against queer people. The other thing, the willingness to reshape, is there and not there, it's nascent, I believe. It's in critical race theory, it's in some judgements by Brennan and Marshall. In England and Wales it's much more apparent - if you ever have the time and inclination, I recommend reading R v R, the early nineties case which finally destroyed the marital rape exemption in the UK. It is a classic example of what the common law ought to be: the gentle moulding of the law to fit the people it serves, rather than the other way around. I think people sometimes have difficulty with how "everyone is subject to the same law" and "the law is ours and should serve us as we are" can be true at the same time, but they are, and that duality strikes me as a fannish view: the structure of the common law can be remixed and rebooted while still being what it is. Here, with no codified constitution - with no unforgivable canon - we do better, I believe.
This is a little longer than I meant it to be! But constitutional law, generally, is so fascinating and so, so constitutive of society, that it bothers me how people aren't encouraged to think it's a vital and vivid field of study.
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on 2012-07-01 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
on 2012-07-03 01:00 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-28 08:35 pm (UTC)2. You managed to make Cambridge sound nice! Impressive given my current 'hate them all; hate it all' stance.
3. I'm so sorry you've been feeling sad. You deserve quite the opposite.
4. <3
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on 2012-06-28 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-28 10:56 pm (UTC)The ruling is excellent news, although I also am not overly fond of the US system of constitutional law. (I just find myself saying, "but this should OBVIOUSLY be a right, who cares if it wasn't written down by a load of white men ~250 years ago?")
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on 2012-06-28 11:02 pm (UTC)Oh that's lovely. I've always been charmed by the language of your legal institutions (anything that can marry the word 'Temple' and 'Inn', however obliquely, is okay by my book). It's nice to hear those institutions are run with appropriate emotional gravitas -- although it's equally nice that Rumpole's the poster boy for the two Temples, which balances out the world splendidly, I think.
We've crossed the solstice the other way! Split the difference.
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on 2012-06-28 11:45 pm (UTC)MY GOD, ME TOO. (Or, more grammatically, ME EITHER.) (They do not impress me either.) (You know what I mean.)
I love you and the last line of this post. The US misses you too (although I do not understand what you miss about half and half. :P) I'm so sorry you've been sad lately. If I could, I would send you Hayley to cuddle. <3
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on 2012-06-29 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-30 08:11 pm (UTC)Codified con law, it's a mindfuck. My endearing pair of con law professors in the US used to treat me very kindly, and say things like, "That's a very non-American view" (and once, apologetically to a visiting speaker, "Iona is our resident Brit") rather than "are you mad, are you".
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on 2012-06-30 08:13 pm (UTC)ANYWAY. Hi. I miss you lots! Give Hayley a kiss from me.
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on 2012-06-30 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-30 08:31 pm (UTC)Rumpole is great! He claims to have been admitted at Outer Temple, which makes me think of an Inn of Court floating around in space...
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on 2012-07-02 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-07-02 09:01 pm (UTC)My endearing pair of con law professors in the US used to treat me very kindly, and say things like, "That's a very non-American view" (and once, apologetically to a visiting speaker, "Iona is our resident Brit") rather than "are you mad, are you".
So tactful of them!