Sunday, June 25, 2006

75 miles. 3 hours, 56 minutes, 17 seconds. 19 mph pace.

Immediately after the ride, I felt tired, but not sore. Now it's the morning after, and the only reminder of the ride seems to be a lingering tightness in my hamstrings, as if I had pushed a bit too much weight doing squats.

Friday, June 23, 2006

I spent last weekend at Grand Lake, Oklahoma for Colin's bachelor party. Definitely a 30-year old, married guys bachelor party. We ate like kings, floated around the lake, drank too much bourbon, and got lots of rest. Yes, rest. I took a mid-afternoon nap both days. And was in bed by midnight both nights. Relaxing. Not nearly the wild, drunken partyfests that bachelor parties once were. Canon is supposed to provide pictures, some of which I may post here.

Tomorrow, I'm riding in my first cycling event (unless you count the duathlon). We will be leaving the house around 6 a.m. to drive to Waxahachie for the Cow Creek Country Classic. I'm a bit amibituous and am going for the 75 mile route. I'll report back after I've recovered.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

I'm having my pre-workout breakfast of coffee and a banana. Then it's a jog to the gym and some quick upper-body lifting followed by a short 3 mile run.

I'm sleepy.

So what's been happening?

I was in Milwaukee last week at an outside counsel forum for one of my favorite firm clients. While such conferences are usually an arduous chore, this particular excursion was actually pretty interesting and--believe it or not--fun. (When a client takes you out for an organized evening of bowling, beer, and bar food, it's hard not to enjoy yourself.)

The weather in Wisconsin was refreshingly fantastic when compared to the stunningly scorching heat of north Texas. Getting off the plane back in Dallas was like getting kicked in the pants. The jetway must have been at least 100 degrees.

This week I've been playing catch-up at work and spending the bulk of my time responding to various discovery requests in several cases. I hate discovery. I think just about every trial lawyer hates discovery. Give me a legal argument, a witness, a courtroom--that's the fun stuff. But sifting through client documents and objecting to (insert your favorite objection: overly broad, vague, irrelevant, etc.) discovery is tiresome and tedious.

At least I spent last Friday in court, even if it was a Dallas courtroom. (I much prefer my local courthouse.) We successfully obtained two orders in our clients' favor. The first denied the plaintiffs' motion to compel a deposition and stay all other discovery until the deposition. The second granted our motion to quash the deposition. Despite the victory, the judge was clearly annoyed with all of the lawyers for not resolving the dispute on their own. Judges--and in particular this judge--seem to universally abhor hearing discovery disputes. I think it's sort of how parents feel when their kids are fighting--they don't care who started it or who's to blame, they just want it to stop.

Speaking of stopping, I need to head out.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Page 596 of the paperback, advance reading copy of "Conspiracy of Fools" by Kurt Eichenwald (excellent book about Enron):

"It was signed on behalf of the company by Jeremy Blachman, an Enron vice president." (emphasis added).

Is Jeremy Blachman this Jeremy Blachman who wrote this blog about writing a novel which turned into this blog which turned into this book?

No. It's not.

But it's still an interesting coincidence.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

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