The more I meet with local attorneys to get a lay of the land, the more that I feel this urge to rebel and delay one last time before I start lawyering. I realize it's the 11th hour, but a man has to look at his options. Consider this a bachelor party way of thinking.
1. Local winemaker. California has Napa and Sonoma. Oregon has Willamette. Virginia has Shenandoah. So basically, you just need a valley, and Las Vegas happens to be in the middle of one. I admit I may have an ulterior motive: somehow, in some way, I want to be a part of this. On the flip side, there is both a drought and the distinct possibility that, come summertime, the vineyard could spontaneously combust. Plus, people might catch me reading this book.
2. Harajuku guy. I've always been about equal opportunity. So why should Gwen Stefani only have Asian girls backing her up? Sure, I'd have to get used to the weird tour schedule, develop a repertoire of poses for award shows, and maybe learn to dance. But it could be done. Then again, I'd have a hard time being in the public eye without being able to say anything, and I'm pretty sure that I don't like Ms. Stefani (not even when she wore the bindi).
3. Market analyst. The popular ones are just making stuff up anyway. And you know the ones who recommended Enron a few years ago are still gainfully employed somewhere. Still, I would have to follow the stock crawls on CNBC to a mind-numbing extent, and working in this field would require me to abandon my firm belief that the whole thing is entirely fictional.
4. Professional artist. I have no artistic skills, but that hasn't stopped some people. The paint fumes could inspire me, but could also just give me headaches. And the chances are high that I'd be financially successful only after I die, and I could accomplish the same thing without art by investing wisely. (Which would likely mean NOT investing in art.)
5. Mild-mannered reporter. Like Clark Kent, but without the Superman side. Wait a minute -- this basically makes me Jimmy Olsen. Never mind.
To hell with it. The Empire wins. I'm going to be a lawyer.
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6 comments:
the harajuku guy sounds like a great career choice
have you seen Guru? its your calling.
Somehow I think that using Billy Joel songs to expand one's sexual consciousness is so not my calling.
Thanks for your link to HAIL DUBYUS! Please check out some of my more recent entries...You have a nice blog going--if you ever decide to permalink to other blogs, my policy is to linkback to any that aren't actually fronts for neo-Nazis, condom manufacturers or kitty porn sites :)
G: Thanks for the compliment -- while I realized there's a lot of political fodder out there, I'm still amazed that you can generate some well-crafted pieces three times a week.
Unfortunately, I don't know what permalinking is. I've added you to my list of Fellow Bloggers, but I'm not sure what else to do.
Little doubt, the dude is totally just.
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