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Burns the last, of the day down.  I'm the last one, hanging around.  (sorry, I was singing in my head). 

Yesterday I was sick in bed, which sucked.  Even though the idea of spending a rainy day on the pull out sofa watching movies sounds appealing, when you feel terrible, it's really not much fun.  I would have rather been at work.  Honestly.  I'm serious.  But I watched some movies I haven't seen in a while. 

You know how certain movies and songs and books can mean one thing to you at a point in life, then when you go back and watch, listen, read them again, you take away something totally different?

Seven Years in Tibet is a movie I used to LOVE.  It came out when I was in high school, and I watched it repeatedly.  But I haven't seen it since.  Many of the things I liked about it then are the same things I liked when I watched it yesterday.  The desire to climb mountains, the amazing scenery, the fact that Brad Pitt is beautiful (although in real life, seemingly crazy), the allure of the forbidden county of Tibet and the unreachable city of Lhasa, along with the inspiring and captivating story of the Dalai Lama.  But there was one part that touched me yesterday that I doubt I ever took note of in high school. 

When Heinrich (Pitt) and his friend Peter finally (after years of wandering) arrive in Lhasa, they fall in love with the same girl.  Heinrich tries to impress the girl with his scrapbook of accomplishments in the olympics and his impressive summits of mountains.  She replies with – "This is another great difference between our civilization and yours. You admire the man who pushes his way to the top in any walk of life, while we admire the man who abandons his ego."

Heinrich is unfazed by this comment and continues to pursue her by buying her ice skates and showing her how they work (because, although there are ice skates in Lhasa, they have come through trading posts and the Tibetans do not know how to use them).  There is a scene of Heinrich and Peter teaching the people of Lhasa how to ice skate.  In the scene, Heinrich is trying to impress the girl by doing tricks and showing off, saying, LOOK AT ME!  Peter, on the other hand, is not broadcasting his skill, but is instead holding the girl's hand and helping her learn.  In other words, he was paying attention to her, and not to himself.  I don't think I need to tell you who she falls in love with. 

I was struck by these two very different tactics of getting someone's attention, and how much more effective Peter's approach was.  I was also struck by how strongly I want to impress people sometimes, and how off-putting that can be.  It was like watching the kind of person I know I can be sometimes and wish I wasn't, and watching the kind of person I wish I was all the time but sometimes forget to be.  It's like the quote – "There are two kinds of people – those who walk into a room and say – 'Well, here I am!' and those who walk into a room and say, 'Ah, there you are!'"

I also found it interesting that the girl was smart enough to know how each man's approach was a glimpse of his character and to be attracted to the man that was more concerned with her than with himself.  Oh, if we could all be so intelligent. 

My last point about this particular dynamic, is that later in the movie Heinrich visits Peter and the girl once they are married and have moved outside of town.  Heinrich makes some petty jealous comment about their happiness and how he is alone.  And the girl says – "Heinrich, a friend's good fortune is a blessing.  You must be a very lonely person."

It was a good movie.  You should watch it. 

 me:   did you read my blog today?
 

Jennifer:  yeah, and i didn't talk to shel silverstein on the phone
  you must have imagined that

 me: you said you did!
  you said he called

 Jennifer: i really don't think i said that
  i dont remember ever talking to him
  ?
i mean, i talked to some other people
  but i don't remember him being a client of carol's
 

(a quick search for Shel Silverstein in gmail reveals the following)

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hi!
1 message


Jennifer Brown <jenniferbrown@gmail.com> Mon, Jun 5, 2006 at 3:51 PM

To: Charlsie Paine <charlsiekate@gmail.com>

I just talked on the phone to Shel Silverstein!

—
Jennifer Brown
cell 706.555.1569

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me: BAM
  I love gmail
 

Jennifer: omg. didn't even remember that
  hahahahaaaaa

   me: seriously
  I love him
  I remember

Jennifer:   crazy
  i can't believe i don't remember that
  i wonder what else I don't remember !
  🙂

Shel is my Hero

Did I ever tell y'all about how I have an obsessive personality?  No?  You've noticed?  Really?  My current obsession is Shel Silverstein.  I've been obsessed before, but not in a few years.  He's really awesome.  Jennifer talked to him on the phone one time in New York.  And you know, I've talked to her on the phone.  So, Shel and I have almost talked on the phone. 

For your viewing pleasure –

One More –

I rushed home from work at 5 pm yesterday.  It was pretty, and I was just itching for a run.  Since it gets dark so early these days, I had to hurry so Kate wouldn't worry about me getting hit by a car.  My dad used to write our names and telephone numbers on our running shoes with a sharpie just in case. 

I couldn't decide whether or not to take Briscoe, she doesn't like to run very long, and I kind of felt like a long run.  But the sun was dangerously close to the trees and the sky would darken quickly when that happened, preventing my long run.  And when I put my running shoes on, she got kind of excited, which made me think she wanted to go.  So I dressed her in her pretty little harness that she doesn't much like, and I had to drag her away from the car (she wanted to ride!) and out into the street (We've spent a lot of time working on staying in the yard, she knows she isn't allowed into the street, so this is always a struggle). 

For the first mile and a half Briscoe is super pumped and wants to run FAST.  We hit a good hill at about that point, and the hill takes a lot of her enthusiasm away.  When we had been running for about two miles (we were right by Sky and Matthew and Brice and Jenny's house), she really started dragging.  Her lead is long, so on sidewalks I keep the loop around my elbow and hold onto the leash to make it shorter.  She pulls in the beginning, but by this point she was trotting along side at a good pace.  So I dropped my hand hold on the lead, and let her have a little slack.  

About ten yards later, she stopped abruptly to use the bathroom ( I guess she's had more water than I thought).  This would have been fine, if I had not been on a concrete driveway under an oak tree.  Leaves and acorns are a serious hazard, and these slippery suckers, along with my dog's great timing, took me down.   

I fell.  Hard.  Actually, I slipped.  I almost wished someone had seen me because it had to have been hilarious.  Like a cartoon.  I had leaves ALL OVER ME.  And Briscoe was just sitting there, like, WHAT?  I'm BUSY!

Waynesboro was lots of fun.  All we did was eat the entire weekend.  The Briscoe Dog couldn't help but go swimming in the freezing cold stream (at least I didn't have to worry about gators and snakes since it was 22 degrees), and she had so much fun with her friend Amos.  She and Amos look so much alike it's hilarious.  We had a great fire, and it was so awesome to see sweet Catie and Betsy and Katherine and the old Terrace Crowd.  But y'all, it was COLD.  Real. Cold. 

I painted my nails last night.  Some girls get a boost from self tanner, I get a boost from red finger nail polish.  Britt likes red finger nails too. 

Speaking of Britt, she totally saved my life this morning.  Cause, my alarm clock didn't go off.  Luckily I bothered to mention to her that I had to be at Daniel Field at 6:45, or she wouldn't have even known I was suppose to be up by 6:30.  Seriously, this is a reason I don't need to live by myself.  That, and I need a lot of human interaction. 

The reason for my 6:45 appointment at Daniel Field was that Bill and I had a hearing in Savannah this morning, and we FLEW.  Or, Bill Flew us.  Bill was the pilot and I was the passenger.  It was fun.  We followed the Savannah River all the way down and back.  The hearing went well, even though I found the judge rather frightening.  I'm still adjusting to not being on the same side as the judge. 

 I looked at the weather and it was suppose to be warm in savannah, so I wore a skirt, with my cute heels I really like, and I'm sure I looked ridiculous climbing on the wing in and out of the plane.  I was glad I had the skirt on when I got there (it was a very pretty day), but then when I got back to Augusta, I seriously regretted the choice.  It was FREEZING and cloudy and dark and altogether not skirt weather.  I went home and changed.  But when I had on my cute suit, and my long  black coat I love, and my pretty shoes, and my red fingernails, I felt great about life.  No worries that my hair wasn't clean or that I put my makeup on in the airport bathroom.  Focusing on the small happy things of life takes a little of the sting out of the disappointments and difficulties of the Real World. 

I called my mom to tell her we were home, and she said, "What? How are you back already?  What time did you leave?" and I had to tell her we flew.  Kate said, "You didn't tell me you were flying!  I would have been worried sick!  I'm glad I didn't know!"  Which is why I failed to mention it when I talked to her last night. 

OH!  And Molly is engaged!  Yay MOLLY!  I'm so excited. 

Mispronouncement

I was sworn into the South Carolina Bar yesterday.  In Georgia, you are sworn in by your local trial judge, normally by yourself.  In South Carolina, you are sworn in by the Supreme Court of South Carolina in a big ceremony with everyone else who just passed the bar.  They even call out every single person's name and you get to stand up when your name is called!

While the guy was reading out the A names, he came to a name that he either totally mispronounced or which he said exactly right.  Regardless, it was a very difficult name.  I immediately thought to myself, "Wow!  It sure would suck to have  such a difficult name and for them to mispronounce it!"

It wasn't until they got to at least J that it occurred to me that I had the sort of name that could, and probably would be mispronounced.  I'm real quick. 

I knew I would be one of the first P names, since not a lot comes before PAINE (Paige?).  I held my breath through the handful of O names, then the reader paused, took a second to think about my name, and pronounced it correctly.  It was awesome.  I was proud. 

In other news, we are going to Waynesboro this weekend!  Go to Betsy's blog to read about it and see pictures from last time.  Hah, or go to this old post of mine and watch some awesome youtube clips.  I'm really excited. 

Sundays

I've always liked Sundays.  In high school, sundays meant that I got to see all my church friends that didn't go to school with me.  In college, Sunday was a chance to see church friends, go to brunch and then it was just another great day of playing around and not doing school work (like monday-friday, and saturday). 

In law school I quickly learned to hate Sundays, as they signaled the beginning of another week of work I hated and required me to be in the library all Sunday afternoon, regardless of whether I was still recovering from Saturday night.  I still went to church and to brunch, but afterward it was misery. 

Since leaving law school, Sundays have become much brighter.  My parents go to the movies on Sunday afternoon, and I love going to the movie.  We just got back from seeing the Madagascar movie.  It was funny, and ridiculous, and extremely loud.  It was in one of the almost imax theaters, where it isn't the fullblow imax, but it's more 3-D than a regular movie and the screen is bigger.  And SO LOUD.  Before it started my dad said he heard these theaters had special sound systems.  Which means LOUD. 

I'm being sworn into the South Carolina Bar tomorrow.  Big times.  And I also finished my 403 requirements, which means I can be a real live South Carolina lawyer. 

If you'd told me ten years ago I would be a lawyer I would have laughed at you.  If you told half the people I went to law school with that I took and passed two different bar exams, they would also laugh at you.  Both laughs in disbelief. 

I think I'm going to go to church.  That normally makes me feel better about life. 

It's been cloudy since monday, and I missed the sun.  The time change depresses me, and I can't imagine how people who live up north where it gets dark so much earlier handle it. 

Have you ever noticed how some people SLOW DOWN at green lights?  This is something I will never understand.  GREEN MEANS GO.  This is very difficult for some people. 

I've really been trying to decorate my office, to put things like my diplomas, and pictures and paintings around.  The girls in the office hung a bunch of stuff for me and got me some plants that I think I might have let die already, and it is starting to look like a real office.  Travers came in the other day and goes, "Wow!  You have like a real office!  I don't know why I thought you would be in a corner or something, but you've even got diplomas on the wall!"  (that's right Bro, I'm big time.)  I think Travers has a hard time with the fact that he is an adult now, and an even harder time with the fact that his little sister is an adult as well.  Jennifer Blanchard sent me a birthday card with a Margaret Atwood quote – "I am surrounded by adults, whereas I am merely in disguise."  I love it. 

How happy are you that it is Thursday?  I love Thursdays. 

I passed the Bar!

Yippee!  I'm so relieved.  I apologize for not updating sooner, I've been trying to relax. 

I went to bed early last night, hoping to steal the daylight savings hour.  I was looking forward to it being light outside when I woke up this morning, and feeling refreshed and awesome with my whole extra hour of sleep.  Alas, it was rainy and I was still sleepy when my alarm went off.

Doing research for a few hours  in a row really burns me out.  It makes me less productive for the rest of the day, and it makes me less tolerant of the world at larger.  I actually sort of enjoy doing research, but I'm learning that I'm much more efficient in my as a whole when researching is part of my day and not my entire day. 

Do you ever sit around your house at dinner time and think of how you can find enough food in the pantry or fridge to constitute dinner?  Sometimes I just really don't feel like leaving my house.  Is that the height of laziness?  I find easy mac, peanut butter, wheat thins and cheese to be helpful for this problem. 

I can't wait for tomorrow to be over.  This has been a brutal election season, and I'm about sick of it. 

NKOTB

NKOTB LIBBY: I was at NKOTB last night!

CHARLSIE: Awesome!  How was it?

LIBBY:  It was the best concert I've seen since 1989!