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If we are introducing ourselves: Pretty generic Boston-area lawyer. Try cases now and again. Bake and mope occasionally. Sometimes write for Bullshit Hunting about obtaining and analyzing public records, to do stuff like identify shipwreck victims or fight wrongful convictions or whatever.

This is how I sext:

And that's where books come from and how they are made. Then the literary stork delivers the readers

Imaginary sleep: The moon shrinks as it rises through overlapping pines. Shaggy branches rub and moan against the wind. Someone has a fire. Maybe we will, too. In the morning I’ll make coffee and sweep orange needles and sand back out the door. I better get started on tracking them in.

This is how I sext:

Me: Man, I really wanted to try this case. Witness: Man, I really was looking forward to testifying in this case. Judge: Man, I was really looking forward to seeing this case tried. Plaintiff: ….

Siri, what are three good qualities my child possesses? Siri, is this my beautiful house? Siri, is this my beautiful wife? Siri, how did I get here? Siri, is it the same as it ever was??????

Trial didn’t even last long enough that I could take a selfie in the courthouse.

This is how I sext

that's me in the corner that's me in the spotlight zombie mitch mcconnell

Final paragraph of a motion for new trial, circa 1907:

It is possible that I might be too depressed to be on here this much right now. Expressing my feelings of worthlessness, futility, hurt, self-loathing, etc., might be exacerbating rather than relieving them. I think I might start trying to limit time here for a bit. Until time for trial selfies.

Imaginary sleep: Feet still cold from misjudging the tide, six hours and three changes of socks later. My sneakers are tied to the picnic table, so they don’t walk away. The sky went gold and red while we forgot to cook. My head rises when you laugh. Leave me here, warm, while you find the moon.

Some recent nighttime sketchbook wandering

Captain Picard: Make it so.

I love fall so much. I've lived in Vermont my whole life and foliage season still seems like such a completely bonkers and beautiful thing to happen every year. It never gets old. 🍂

I couldn’t remember the term “national guard” so I said “state county reserve.” Like a special kind of jam.

Special problems in intellectual property:

sperm whale clicks finally decoded: “…every… billionaire… is ….a …policy …failure…”