SSSoooooooo close.
almost......there.......

In Terrorem

I am Now Officialy Terrified, much as I would be if I were contemplating challenging a will containing an in terrorem clause unless I were a minor so challenging through my gaurdian at litem or challening a will for fraud or duress.

Justifiable homicide.

insanity.....just.....insanity.

I am a covenant and I am running with the land

I am a burden covenant and I am running with the land. This means that I give notice, I was intended, I touch and concern the land (i.e., concern the parties in thier capacity as landowners), and the makers of the covenant had both horizontal (some relaionship such tenant/landlor) and vertical privity (meaning some non--hostile nexus between transferor or transferee, pretty much only precluding vertical privity in the case of adverse possession, meaning posession that is continuous, open and notorious, adverse, and hostile, for a period of 10 years or more in NY, unless I am adversely possessing agaisnt NY, in which case the relevant SOL is 20 years, or have taken advantage of the doctrine of tacking).

that fateful day

If any of ya'll can take the time to pray for my bar exam taking soul, the bar is Tuesday and Wednesday from 8:30 am til...sometime. Any and all of your prayers are more appreciated than you could possibly imagine!

Here's my coxcomb

(points if you get the title!)

A lot of the time I deal with the difficulties of life with a poem, and sometimes even the joys. A lot of times, poetry makes sorrowful moments joyful for me. It's interesting. The genre of music we call "the blues" started as a way of actualy "singing them away." Singing about the hardships of life somehow turned life into something joyful, and sometimes beautiful, as reflected by the music. Well, Poetry has had the same value for me as the blues did to the early artists, and perhaps todays' artists if that's still what they do. But I actually had the experience today, perhaps for the first time, of not being able to write down what I was feeling, to put into words what was going on inside my heart and head. And I have to say, it felt terrible. I couldn't turn a very frusturating experience into something joyful, into something victorious. And that reminded me of a poem I had written before, but never posted. Here's the relevant part:

Would I throw myself to swine?
To make.
It joy
Tis such a climb
And higher every time
There’s not much closer I can get
To the sky and make it rhyme.


I wrote that a few weeks ago, and it seems that It's become the case. So, I'll try to say what I feel plainly, and then make it something positive, and maybe that will help.

I've done a lot of crazy things with my life. Due to the fact that I have to face the character and ethics committee sometime soon, I'll go ahead and not make any of the particulars publicly available on this blog. And there have been some positive results of that. I can communicate with and understand a lot of lost people, doing a lot of the things that I used to. It's a great tool, a great weapon, my past. But sometiems it cuts me too. Because I know that the poeple who are lost, who are doing a lot of the things that I used to do, really are getting some amount of joy from it. Don't be fooled, that stuff is fun, its fulfilling, it makes you feel good, about yourself, about others, it makes life....worth living...pleasant, it fulfills physical and emotional needs.

And I've abandoned those things, because of the commitment I've made to Christ. But I have to tell you, its not easy. There are a lot of times where there's nothing I wouldn't give to dive right back in. But for some reason I don't. And honestly, a lot of the time, when that happens, I feel like a fool. I feel that I am being mocked. And sometimes I feel that God takes part in that mocking. Why wouldn't he bring other things into my life to fill me with joy? While at the same time I must sit back and watch a Godless generation have thier cup overflow?



Well, I'm going to say, maybe I am a fool, maybe I am an object of mockery. But to who? If it is the Enemy that mocks me, in the words of Tevya "May God smite me with it, and may I never recover!" If I am a mockery to everything I hate, then I am encouraged. Even if God is making a mockery of me, and intentionaly deprives me of joy just to make me a more effective mockery, I can't say that I'd be terribly happy about it, but so be it. God will harden those he chooses to. Because a person who can take being humbled can reach the heart of anyone. And if humiliation and humbleness, which come as a result of the being a mockery, reach the heart of anyone lost, then the Enemy has defeated himself, and God is victorious and I through him. So, I say, thank God that I am a miserable mockery, humiliated and humble for his glory. Even if I have to reach so far as this, to come to a point of ultimate lowness, such that I cannot even see high enough to where I would be able to put this into words that rhyme, because apart from knoweldge that God is victorious, there is no joy in it for me.