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The White Obama and a Big Owie
Dec. 18th, 2014 09:08 amMax got his first law school acceptance – a mere four days after his application was received.
It’s a perfectly respectable school, too, with a distinguished public law curriculum. Not his first choice. But my guess is that they’re likely to sweeten the offer by throwing large amounts of $$$$$$ at him. The alacrity of the acceptance would seem to indicate they really, really, really want him.
Max wants to do public law. He’s interested in social justice. These days, his day job is “social worker.” He works with Alameda County’s homeless, trying to qualify them for SSI so they can get off the streets. He has many colorful adventures on Oakland’s mean streets. He wants to be the white Obama when he grows up! He thinks my politics are… batty.
“I mean, you don’t even believe in your own politics!” he tells me. “That’s why you do so much volunteer work.”
“I believe in limited government,” I say. “That doesn’t mean I believe that people should be poor and miserable. Or suffer unnecessarily because of a lack of funds.”
“That’s not what Ayn Rand says.”
“I don’t like Ayn Rand,” I say. “She’s a hypocrite. She took full advantage of other people’s altruism when she first moved to this country. One might call her an opportunist. But the main objectionable thing about Ayn Rand is that she’s a truly dreadful prose stylist.”
Also, last night, this truly bizarre thing happened – I got home from a day of doing errands and my right wrist began to ache. Did I say “ache?” Actually, it began to throb with such painful intensity that I was all but incapacitated. I couldn’t even turn door handles without screaming. I wanted to gnaw off my arm.
There was absolutely no reason for my wrist to begin aching like this. That was the weirdest thing.
I iced it.
Nada.
I held it up over my head so that it would stop throbbing.
That did a little.
Finally I hit Kimberly up for some Tylenol. Maybe that did the trick. I don’t know. But it stopped throbbing as suddenly as it started. This morning, it’s sore and its distal aspect is obviously swollen (though there really isn’t much room on your wrist to swell), but it’s not driving me mad with pain.
It was just truly, truly weird.
Obviously, I injured it somehow. Classic tendonitis symptoms, right? As if I'd tried to break a fall by putting my hands out as I hit the sidewalk. Bibbit's bike accident!
But nothing remotely like that had happened.
It’s a perfectly respectable school, too, with a distinguished public law curriculum. Not his first choice. But my guess is that they’re likely to sweeten the offer by throwing large amounts of $$$$$$ at him. The alacrity of the acceptance would seem to indicate they really, really, really want him.
Max wants to do public law. He’s interested in social justice. These days, his day job is “social worker.” He works with Alameda County’s homeless, trying to qualify them for SSI so they can get off the streets. He has many colorful adventures on Oakland’s mean streets. He wants to be the white Obama when he grows up! He thinks my politics are… batty.
“I mean, you don’t even believe in your own politics!” he tells me. “That’s why you do so much volunteer work.”
“I believe in limited government,” I say. “That doesn’t mean I believe that people should be poor and miserable. Or suffer unnecessarily because of a lack of funds.”
“That’s not what Ayn Rand says.”
“I don’t like Ayn Rand,” I say. “She’s a hypocrite. She took full advantage of other people’s altruism when she first moved to this country. One might call her an opportunist. But the main objectionable thing about Ayn Rand is that she’s a truly dreadful prose stylist.”
Also, last night, this truly bizarre thing happened – I got home from a day of doing errands and my right wrist began to ache. Did I say “ache?” Actually, it began to throb with such painful intensity that I was all but incapacitated. I couldn’t even turn door handles without screaming. I wanted to gnaw off my arm.
There was absolutely no reason for my wrist to begin aching like this. That was the weirdest thing.
I iced it.
Nada.
I held it up over my head so that it would stop throbbing.
That did a little.
Finally I hit Kimberly up for some Tylenol. Maybe that did the trick. I don’t know. But it stopped throbbing as suddenly as it started. This morning, it’s sore and its distal aspect is obviously swollen (though there really isn’t much room on your wrist to swell), but it’s not driving me mad with pain.
It was just truly, truly weird.
Obviously, I injured it somehow. Classic tendonitis symptoms, right? As if I'd tried to break a fall by putting my hands out as I hit the sidewalk. Bibbit's bike accident!
But nothing remotely like that had happened.
