Equal time: to my awesome father-in-law on his 71st

Tim and I have often wondered whether our fathers were separated at birth.  Welllll, since that would make us cousins, we don’t wonder TOO much.  But they are/were both incredibly smart and compassionate, amazing teachers, inveterate tinkerers, and giant nerds with interesting fashion choices.  It’s possible I just described your dad, too, right?  Anyway, when my father-in-law, Denver Fox, recently had back surgery, my mother-in-law prepared this and handed it out to the hospital staff.  The thought was:  he’s more than just another random guy in gurney, he’s:

SPIDERMAN AKA DENVER C. FOX.

The hospital staff loved it, and it’s now posted on Nora’s blog.  Check it out!  Happy Birthday, Denver!

Photographic tribute to my Dad

on what would have been his 75th birthday.  My Dad, Peter Robertson, passed in 1997.  I miss him every day, but am very blessed by his wonderful memory. . . and some hilarious photos. One of my father’s favorite expressions was, “life’s too short to take seriously.”   He truly lived by those words . . . .   the not-taking-seriously part and, unfortunately, the too-short part, too.  Herewith a random sample of fun and funny photos.

Dad and his father in front of the Wyoming cabin my Dad was born in.  I think my grandfather was trying to start a dude ranch at the time, so it’s not like they were pioneers.

Summer camp in 1951.

Law school graduation.

Dad, Mom and, um, me.

Rocking the shorts and black socks at Bruce’s 4th (?) birthday.

Going for the hippie look in the 70s.  (I think that lasted through one summer vacation; he was back to his nerd ‘do by the time he went back to the office.)

BYOM!  Dad at my college graduation dinner; also in the photo:  my mother’s parents, his father and Jennifer Glancy’s gorgeous red hair!

Traveling with me in China in around 1983.  Yes, I had a ‘fro. Yes, Dad traveled in rural China in his suit.

And boy did he know how to pack!   I can’t even imagine how he’d deal with the TSA.

Dad and Granddaddy at Dad’s house.  Note the washer/drying/filing system.

At Tim & my wedding – both of us all dressed up!

At our wedding – a goofy moment.

Meeting the President in 1996.

Dad and his grandson (my nephew) Christian at Christian’s second birthday party.

Dad and the orange plastic poodle. To be continued…

I really liked yesterday’s rallies, but if you didn’t, that’s ok too.

I realize the Rally to Restore Sanity has been criticized from the left (what’s the point?  all those folks should be getting out the vote) and right (this is really just a bunch of elitists counterprotesting Glen(n?) Beck (not sure how many ns; not willing to Google him.)). But I thought it was a great idea for the simple reason that while parties and elections come and go, we have to keep living together as Americans, and sometimes it’s just really really good to remember that there are lots of people who would rather have fun together than yell at each other.

I wasn’t there, but I’ve really enjoyed seeing photos both of the general atmosphere of letting your freak flag fly, and of the excellent signs.  My favs:

No more us vs. them.  We are all us.

I disagree with you but i’m pretty sure you’re not Hitler.

I’m a Muslim and I don’t hate you.

You are entitled to your own opinion but not your own spelling.

We have nothing to fear but fear itself and spiders.

Americans for the Responsible Use of Hitler Comparisons.

Paved roads are socialism.

The founding fathers were elitists (and American happened)

Education doesn’t make you elitist.  It makes you smartist.

He’s black.  Get over it.

8 years of silence and now you’re mad?

Real patriots can handle a difference of opinion.

Hyperbole is the greatest threat of all time!!!!

If God had wanted us to think, he would have given us brains.

Gay parents have a 0% abortion rate.

Where are the moderate Muslims?  Right here.

Stop teaching kids the theory of gravity.   It keeps them down.

And my absolute favorite:

Searching for bride shoes; getting Thought Snax

WordPress provides lots of helpful statistics for bloggers to obsess over track, one of which is the search terms that have brought people to your blog.   These are some of the searches that have brought people to Thought Snax.  I can only imagine their surprise when they went searching for, say, bride shoes and got a mildly obscene truncated rewrite of the Federal Rules.

ta-nehisi coates compassion
shoe shop
dog snow
westlaw
sandal fashion taipei
candid heeled sandals
research programing
socialism what it is and what it is not
dressup woman
rolling in snow
sandals high heels candid
heel less shoes
“addlepate” etymology
bride shoes
why was west law started
miss south africa 1984
we are here especially to seek your forg*
hang white socks
miss south africa 2010
“red hook road” spoiler
campbells halal
noun insult example neanderthal
benefits of having a dog
snow
ayelet waldman and people with disabilit

* I think WordPress cuts off at a certain number of characters, and that this referred to the phrase “we are here especially to seek your forgiveness,” in a quote from Iman Rauf.  I had a moment of hilarity, though, when I read it as “we are here especially to seek your frog.” 

Rewriting the rules of civil procedure: a start.

Rule 1:  These rules govern the procedure in all civil actions and proceedings in the United States district courts, except as stated in Rule 81. They should be construed and administered to secure the just, speedy, and inexpensive determination of every action and proceeding.

Rule 1.5:  Don’t be a dick.

Stupid Lawyer Tricks: Can I vent?

One of the themes of Stupid Lawyer Tricks is that, in civil litigation, there is one set of rules for plaintiffs and another for defendants. Instead of the FRCP – Federal Rules of Civil Procedure — which are supposed to govern what all parties do in federal court, there are really a PRCP and DRCP.

One of my earliest experiences with this was when a federal magistrate gave a defendant a complete Expert Witness Do-Over*.  My opponent designated an expert witness to testify to the astonishing** proposition that it was not racial harassment when my client — an African-American welder — found a naked black Ken doll at his work station with a noose around its neck.  It turned out that the only expert the defendant could find to support its position was — oops! — under indictment for fraud.  Ordinarily once the deadline to designate experts has passed, you gotta dance with the expert who brung you.  FRCP 26(a)(2).  In this case, however, the defendant filed a motion asking for a do-over and got it.  The defendant was permitted to find and designate a new — non-fraudulent — expert, long after the deadline.  DRCP 26(a)(2)(wtf).

My most recent experience is with a defendant who is represented by a 1,200-lawyer nationwide law firm.  We’ve been litigating this class action for 8 years, 6 of them against this firm.  I’m convinced that — big and fancy and expensive as it is — this firm’s technology is limited to Compaqs running DOS or perhaps trained horses scratching out numbers in their stalls.

Almost two years ago, we provided a list of 900-some-odd class members who had contacted us along with some information about each one.  We provided this list in a searchable pdf document of around 300 pages.  The deadline to take depositions in the case was last Friday. Last Tuesday the defendant demanded ten class member depositions.  Now generally, depositions require more notice than three days, especially when you want ten of them.  FRCP 30(b)(1). But these guys argued to the Court that they had had no way to find out who these folks were over the past two years, and the court agreed, on the grounds they were “concealed” in “voluminous discovery.”  DRCP 30(b)(ygtbfkm)

Let’s take a quick look at how concealed these folks really were.  If you had wanted to find the name of a specific witness or some other piece of information in the document we gave them, this is what you would have needed to do:  hit Control-F, then type the search term into Acrobat’s handy search term box, then hit return.  This would have taken you to the first occurrence of that term in the document. Now here’s where it gets a bit more complicated:  if you had wanted to see the next occurrence of the term, you would have had to hit either the return key or the little right-pointing arrow next to the search term box.  Rinse.  Repeat.

But honestly, you do not have to have an IT staff versed in advanced pdf-searching technology to find ten people in a 300-page document over the course of 20 months.  Any of the following would also have worked:

  • Have a paralegal read the document.  At the rate of half a page per day, you’d still have time left over.
  • Enter all of the data into an Access database and run a query.  This is what we did when the defendants included a 921*** page Word document with their motion for summary judgment.  Our opposition was due three weeks later, so our crack team of paralegals (possibly, in this case, meaning paralegals on crack) entered 921 pages of data into our database in the course of about one week.
  • Train a dog to bark at the name or information you are seeking, then show the dog each page and note the pages at which he barks.****

And all this complaining about how — help! help! — difficult it is to search a 300-page pdf comes from a defendant who produced many electronic documents so incompetently that the logos and other graphics embedded in the documents floated free and appeared as separate documents.  So they have produced hundreds of thousands***** of pages of documents, many quite helpful but many that look like this:

So it’s been a frustrating past few days, but ultimately there are several silver linings.  We’ll be headed to San Francisco as the Giants start the Series.  And, well, the case is already very positive for us; ten more witnesses supporting our position can only strengthen that.

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* The defendant didn’t call it that, but in my opposition brief, I sure as hell did.

** On the other hand, the judge did call the defendant’s argument “astonishing:”  “[The defendant] contends that  . . . there is no evidence that the incident was racially motivated.  [The defendant] may make that astonishing argument to a jury.  In light of the undisputed fact that a nude Black doll-as opposed to a doll of some other race-was found hanging from a noose in the locker of an African-American man, it would not require a jury to make a herculean leap of logic to conclude that the noose and doll incident was racially motivated.”  Gooden v. Timpte Inc., 2000 WL 34507333, at *11 (D. Colo. 2000).

*** I usually just invent the numbers on this blog, but this one is, coincidentally, accurate.

**** This would not work with Chinook or Saguaro, who would tell you to just use a fucking database so they could get back to obsessing about tennis balls (Saguaro) or napping (Chinook).

*****  Again, surprisingly, not an invention.  687,846 pages to be exact.

Litigation animation, or, I crack myself up!

I don’t know if any of you caught the hilarious animation ridiculing the iphone, but the tag line at the end was “Xtranormal.  If you can type, you can make movies.”  Well, I’ve always thought that I’d be a great animator, but for my total and complete inability to draw, so Xtranormal seemed like a great service:  my deathless prose; their artistic renderings.

Here is my first attempt.   Possibly not funny outside our case team, but importantly, I totally cracked myself up.

I pondered whether it was a good idea to post this and concluded that it was OK:  I don’t name the defendant, and every last bit of it is in the public record.  True,  as a technical matter, no giant saw blade was involved, and I don’t generally wear my Coffee Woman superhero outfit to court.  But it is otherwise completely accurate.

Ratio

(Time spent finding running clothes, putting on running clothes, finding running shoes, putting on running shoes,* putting up hair, finding leashes, leashing dogs, finding, folding & pocketing baggies, standing around waiting for dogs to pee, standing around waiting for dogs to poop,** scooping poop, & disposing of poop baggie) : (time spent running) = 2:1.

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* Despite the fact that my shoes tie like this:

I’m only sorry they didn’t have shoes like this when I was a kid as it took me an unnaturally long time to learn to tie my shoes.  Perhaps my mother can supply the photographic evidence of my entire nursery school lined up to say the pledge of allegiance, with me in my stocking feet.

** This occupies at least as much time as running does, because Saguaro insists on conducting a full olfactographic*** survey of a wide radius of space, and practice-crouching up to ten times before locating the precise right spot.  There is nothing that can be done to speed this up, and in fact I have to restrain Chinook from interrupting the maestro at work, or it will take even longer.

*** That is TOO a word.  I googled it.  Most of the results involved male sea lampreys.  Yes, Saguaro is just that weird.

Beezus, Ramona, and Sharia

One of my favorite characters in fiction  is Ramona Quimby.  And one of my favorite things that Ramona did was to announce “I”m going to throw up!” when she wanted to get out of a crowd and go home.  “Instantly everyone standing near her managed to move a few inches away.”*  I’ve often thought of that when I’m stuck in a crowded situation:  perhaps if I just announced that I was about to throw up, others would move away and give me the space my misanthropic, claustrophobic self needed.  But I think conservatives have given me even more effective and up-to-date tools:   I just have to wear a turban or invoke Sharia and I’ll have the place — any place — to myself.

I came up with this plan initially in response to an article I read about a passenger asking to be moved out of an airplane seat next to a guy in a turban.  Put aside the fact that,  if the turban-wearing dude is going to blow up the plane, being in a different row won’t really save your narrow-minded ass.  This is true but secondary.  Most important:  I now have an excellent device for getting an airplane row to myself.

More recently, we have the excellent spectacle of conservatives calling for a boycott of Campbells products because they are manufacturing a line of halal soups.  Now this is the type of political hypocrisy I just love:  free-enterprise-loving conservatives boycotting a company for making a rational cost-benefit decision to manufacture a product that people will buy.  But more than that, it suggests an excellent way to clear out the riff-raff.  And, as GOP senate candidate Sharron Angle has demonstrated, if it’s useful, you can assert that Sharia law governs almost anywhere without actually being — as a technical matter — correct.

In that spirit, conservatives, please note the following:

  1. The Safeway will be selling only Halal foods this morning, and all other weekend mornings, as well as any time within two hours before and after Bronco games.
  2. The DMV will be implementing Sharia during the month of November when I have to renew my driver’s license.
  3. Our flights to and from San Francisco this week will be known as “turban days” on Frontier.
  4. I-25 will be governed by Sharia, but only between the hours of 7 and 9 a.m. (northbound) and 4 and 6 p.m. (southbound).

Let this system work for you!  Don’t like the annoying fans in the opposing team’s stadium?  Make it know that the stadium is halal!  Find yourself in a slow-moving line?  Put on your turban and get served immediately!  And if the country ever drifts back toward rationality, you can always just announce that you’re going to throw up.

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* Note that I was able to recite these lines from memory but cannot remember the plot of the grown-up novel I read last week.

Congratulations, [your name here], you passed the bar!

We just learned the great news that our law clerk, Darryl Collins, and CCDC’s law clerk, Andrew Montoya, passed the Colorado bar.  Congrats, Darryl and Andrew!!  When I learned that Darryl would not make it to the official swearing-in ceremony, I decided we needed to recreate the experience at Dougherty’s — at least the experience of enduring the inevitable keynote address by some Leading Light of the local bar association.  As a public service, I thought I’d reprint it so that anyone facing the prospect of attending one of these events could save themselves the time and brain damage.

Ahem.

Effusive individualized welcome to various people here whose ass I need to kiss.

Generic welcome to the folks who just passed the bar and their friends and families.

Corny shout-out to family members who put up with loved ones in law school.

Endearing story about my own early years as a lawyer, one that is simultaneously self-deprecating and self-aggrandizing.

But seriously.

Self-evident statement about the importance of the occasion.

Long interlude of meaningless babble about the practice of law.

Several over-thought metaphors.

Frowny-face statement about how “increasingly” uncivil the practice is, despite the fact that the old farts at my law firm delight in crushing the spirits of idealistic young lawyers for sport.

A sentence or two designed to present the momentary illusion that I and my colleagues in big law firms give a rat’s ass about people who can’t afford to pay our fees by the hour.

Concluding anecdote.

Congratulations!