Catch and release

While walking through the busy plaza this afternoon, as I passed the myriad tablers, activists, and other pinko commie liberals, I was reminded of the words of a great philosopher:

“You could easily go hippie fishing with a reinforced pole and large magnet.”

Albeit, Jeremy is not actually a great philosopher, or even a middle of the road philosopher; he’s not a philosopher at all, really. Yet his aphorism could not be more appropriate, or at least realizable, for what is now my alma mater.

And though my undergraduate education may now be in the past tense, I’m still here, working away the hours and experiencing mild schadenfreude at the fact that everyone around me has to attend class. I was at first unsure of my decision to delay law school for a year, but I’m now certain it was the right choice. I wouldn’t be here with time enough to contemplate the optimal pound test for my envisioned Hippie Reel 3000™, at the least.

So, 2009 has arrived, Obama is here at last, I’m in the job market for the first time in almost five years, I’ve a couple new suits in line to be tailored, and Berkeley continues on much as it has this past age. Here’s to hoping it’s a good year and, more importantly, to avoiding unemployment.