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“Normal” Amount of Posts

As I mentioned in an earlier post or two, part of my job at work involves updating the Foundation’s blog. I actually quite enjoy it. But I realized, the fact that I blog on Fernweh’s Call every day has given me a skewered perception of what is “normal” for a healthily updated blog.  

For example, my work’s blog is accessible through the website and the website lists the most recent 8 or so posts with links to get there. I seriously over-analyze how recent those 8 posts should be. Is it okay to have one from May? Should they all be June and July? Or just July? Can July have a few more posts than June? Or should I evenly space out posts so I don’t post more than 4 a month? 

But when you are used to writing 30-31 posts a month, 4 sure seems weak! 

I think I am going to go stalk all the organizations like us and see how often they post.

Blogging For Work Part II

We’ve run into a bit of a backlog with consistently updating the blog at work. Thus, my main role today involved back-dating posts to reflect updates we previously sent out to our subscribers. 

The thing is, it didn’t occur to me till I was halfway through the project that I don’t follow our blog and I have no idea if everyone who does gets an e-mail when I backdate something. 

In other words, a whole bunch of people might have an inbox right now that looks something like this:

  • Foundation to file join as intervenor in case (January)
  • Foundation submits motion to join as intervenor in case (February) 
  • Foundation receives permission from Supreme Court to join as intervenor to case (March)
  • Foundation files brief as intervenor in case (April)
  • Foundation files reply brief as intervenor in case (May)
  • Update on Foundation case (June)


Update: Good news. We don’t actually have subscribers to our blog.
Bad news. Just found out we don’t actually have subscribers to our blog.

Blogging For Work

Boss: “You blog every day, right?”

Me: “Yup!”

Boss: “So you can whip a few posts up about our last case, right? Should be a breeze!”

Me: * thinks about the story of the runaway watermelon that took 5 minutes to write *

Me: * thinks about the complicated civil procedure litigation we just finished that took weeks of research *

Me: “…yeeeeeep.”

Elevator Dependent

Today the electricity went out in the building where I work while all of us were showing up to work.

Guess what runs on electricity? 


Guess what none of knew how to do? 

Get to our floors without an elevator. 

There are no staircases in the main lobby. Only elevators. 

There are no staircases in the parking garage. Only elevators. 

I wandered outside and started circling the building before one of my co-workers pointed me in the right direction. He was headed for a coffee shop (no electricity also means no WiFi) but suggested I take the flight of stairs accessible from another portion of the building.

I entered yet another lobby and saw three doors.

Opened the first. Pitch black. Must be a broom closet. 

I tried the second. Locked.

I tried the third. Locked.

Back to the broom closet. Turns out, it is actually the stairs. They are just pitch black. 

I turn on my phone flashlight and start meandering up them. Someone was actually leaving my floor so he held the door open for me. This turned out to be an unexpectedly helpful move because guess what I learned after the fact?

The stairwell doors all lock behind them

AKA: once you are in the pitch-black stairwell, you are trapped in there until someone opens a door. 

Does this seem like a fire hazard to anyone else?

Anyway, electricity came on not long thereafter, but what an adventure getting into work this morning! (At least it gave me an excuse for running behind!)


In theory, living with my parents comes with several perks. I get to see my family every day, not worry about paying rent, eat cooked meals. What’s not to love? 

My daily commute, that is what.

Since my drive falls during rush hour, I am on the road anywhere from 3 to 4 hours on any given day getting to and from work. 

It was much worse before I got glasses. I’d squint into the darkening sky and feel tired and cranky. Then I got glasses and everything got better. (No, seriously, lack of eye strain is the BEST. #Iloveglasses)

The other perk of my job is that my boss doesn’t have me come when he is on vacation. And as he is mostly retired, he goes on vacation a lot. I have yet to go more than 3 days driving in at a time. 

Anyway, I’m apartment hunting and plotting my return to Madison. Until then, I’m grateful for:

  • glasses
  • vehicles that run
  • family 
  • an awesome job 
  • retired bosses




Today Bekah and I went back to our roots and canvassed all day with Americans For Prosperity. 

It was fun. Lovely weather, terrific GOTV survey, old friends. It made me miss working for AFP. Or more specifically, miss the possibility of it all. Of working full time and doing a job where every new projects holds potential. Of meeting new people and hearing their stories. Of creating memories. It was a season and like all seasons came to an end. But I miss it!

And I’m glad for days like today where I get to go back out and volunteer. (All the fun, none of the pressure.)

Biking Without Wheels And Other Poor Analogies

As previously noted, I love where I work. I love the chance to put into practice the things I’m learning in law school. Sometimes, however, work starts putting into practice things I haven’t learned yet and it gets confusing. The problem is, usually I don’t know what I don’t know. I will read hundreds of pages at work and feel like something is eluding me, but feel uncertain what. Then I  do my reading for class the next day and discover that all the reading I’ve been doing is about the delegation doctrine or riparian rights or some other fairly basic legal theory I haven’t been introduced to yet.

The problem is, I’ve been reading, say, textualist critiques of legislative delegation but have no idea what delegation even means, much less legislative delegation. Then I show up to class and discover there are some very foundational principles – or building blocks – that suddenly puts everything in perspective.

It feels a bit liking attempting calculus when you haven’t finished algebra. (But maybe less extreme.) Or like riding a bicycle before you’ve put wheels on the bike. 

I can’t tell you what a rush it is, though, when everything comes together. Maybe I’ve been using the wrong analogies and it is like the story of the blind men and the elephant. I’ve been groping at a tale thinking it was a rope only to gain sight and realize how much more there is to it. Elephants are super exciting! 

In some ways, the experience is both a blessing and a curse. I’m in the dark until I have my eureka moment, but when I have that moment I suddenly am vastly more educated than most novices. I worry it makes me annoying in class. But on the flip side, I always have something to say!