Okay, its been a while again since I've written here, I should just accept the fact that life here is much faster, and despite all the technology to make life easier, I'm busier than ever (at least in recent times). Also, although there are special moments almost every day, it just seems more hum-drum here. Nothing compares to fording the Rio Bongo, getting chased by an angry bull, or travelling every other day to a new town to meet new people.
In recent news, this past Friday I sat down with Anita, the executive director of PLA, to discuss my desire to transfer to another unit. As I explained to her, I know I could be a good family law practitioner. But I want to be better than good; I want to be great. So, as I said, I will not go to law school until I have found an area of law in which I can be not only committed, but passionate. In family law, I love helping people. But I have no motive to drive me day in and day out to fight for other people's rights in the areas of custody, support, divorce, paternity, and protection from abuse. I think my feelings and thoughts of not having a family of my own has something to do with that lack of drive. Really, I don't even care to have a girlfriend. Other things are just too important. My time, energy, and money are all better put toward other objectives. I'm sure I'm a bit cynical still too. A relationship just doesn't appeal to me. This sentiment may not last, but I don't foresee any change any time soon.
Anyway, getting back to PLA, Anita said that she has some ideas (in the area of community-based lawyering) and that she will keep me posted. The meeting was very positive. I'm interested to see what she comes up with. Very simply, I'm ready for a new challenge. I want to test myself and diversify my skills, professionally and personally.
Okay, in the area of self-education, I finished "Lituma en los Andes" by the Peruvian writer Mario Vargas Llosa. For the past few days, I have been reading "The Lenin Anthology." Perhaps lessons in revolutionary politics, specifically in practical activism, will provide me with examples of leadership in action. I hope so. We shall see.
This past Saturday, I had a house party in which all the guys (Corey, Ethan, Evan, Bill, Paul) showed up. It was only the second time ever that we all ever hung out. It was less of a party, though, than a chill get-together. Evan came with Amy. Ethan came with Christine. And Bill came with Nancy. Paul, Corey, and I were rolling solo. Mita did the great majority of work in preparing a Tico meal; I finished it up. Only Evan and Amy didn't eat. Everyone else loved the food. Of course the Salsa Lizano put it all over the top.
After dinner, we sat around the table and talked. The two main topics were Evan and Amy's wedding, and my beard. Talking about the latter was hilarious because it dominated about half an hour of conversation. Later, we played one game of mushroom, a beer-drinking game. Then, we all broke off into little groups, with Paul and Corey joining me one the back deck to smoke Tico "Flor Real" cigars. I drank a good amount, but even still, I was surprised to wake up at sunrise the next morning passed-out on the couch downstairs. I certainly don't plan on drinking like that again any time soon. But even though I passed-out, I was chill through the whole night. All in all, it was a very nice time. So, I guess that's all for now.
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