Not there yet.

Underwhelming opener: I don't expect to update Corpus Juris much until I'm actually in Corpus (a.k.a. CC, aka BC). However, knowing that people are truly hungry for my prose, I wanted to put something here, lest people grow discouraged by the blank template and never come back.

I mostly write for those old school fans of the Friendster blog, which I can't continue because Friendster is, you know, not cool anymore.

I'll just take this moment to state how much I've loved quitting my job. It is truly one of the great pleasures of my employ. I will not be stating this in my departure memorandum, however, because--as was pointed out in my recent evaluation--"some people don't get [my] droll sense of humor."

No really, that was my evaluation: no problems with the work I do, slight dissatisfaction with the person that I am.

Things I expect to miss about New York:

• Cheese. Yes, we do have that technology in Texas, but I doubt I'll be faced with the wealth of establishments purveying my beloved piave, Humboldt Fog, Montrachet and Blue de Basque. New York is where I became a turophile and it will always be a city of cheese for me.
• Bocce. I feel embarrassingly sentimental about my bocce team. I think it's one of my great accomplishments. Because we're so skilled? No, not really (with one or two notable exceptions). Just because we are.
• Walking. Don't get me wrong, I love my new car. I like its jaunty blue color, its stick shift, its ability to transform into a huge robot (oh, wait...). I like that I have named it DJ Jazzy Jeff. But any time I'm driving a feel the vague guilt that I'm helping warm the earth, etc., and there's really no way to walk anywhere in Texas. Walking from your home to your car is considered a burden.
• The array of bizarre fashion on display. It's like no matter what I do, there's someone on the subway looking way more ridiculous than me. This I find reassuring. This I love.

I will not, however, miss winter. Average lowest temperature in Corpus is 46. In January. That I can handle. People always claim they couldn't move because they'd "miss the seasons." I think what they actually mean is that they'll miss the one week each in spring and fall when the weather is actually pleasant. Fine, I'll miss those, but I will never miss winter.