Pecking order

Nacho peed on my leg this afternoon at the dog park within two minutes of our arrival. I scolded him and we left immediately. He has been banished to the backyard until I feel like I have sufficiently reasserted my dominance.

Weird start to a Thursday

I found a dying green tree frog on the sidewalk a block from work this morning. I have no idea how it got there - maybe it was a stray, maybe it was abandoned by a resident of one of Dallas’s ridiculously overpriced new downtown condos.

At first I walked away, but then I walked back and put the frog in a nearby gigantic flowerpot. I’m hoping that in its last gasps it can pretend it is in a warm rainforest or terrarium somewhere. It won’t get smashed, but it still might get eaten by a bird.

In completely unrelated news, I got an offer from the Nuclear Regulatory Commission. I turned the job down; I decided the work was too specific and I was trying to convice myself I wanted the job, which is never a good sign.

I thought of them first

I wasn't too pleased to see Laos or Mozambique, two of my top post-clerkship vacation spots, listed in the NYT's "53 Places to Go in 2008." Thankfully, most of the listed accommodations focus on luxury, which is not something I associate with my travels.

Nukes

I had a gauntlet of interviews today at the Nuclear Regulatory Commission.*  The legal work seems really interesting, and there is a good mix of administrative law and litigation.  They are also ramping up their practice in anticipation of the expected flood of applications for new nuclear power plants.  And the attorneys really seemed to like their jobs.

I can see myself working there, but I need to decide if it is what I wanted to do.  Actually, it would be easier if someone would just tell me what I want to do.  

*The DOJ said no.  Fuckers.  I hope they get a complicated environmental case that requires Portuguese-speaking lawyers.