HERE WE GO AGAIN...

That's right, once more I'm taking my summer out of the country. Last year it was Europe. The year before it was Central America. This year, I'm going back to the Terra Santa, the Holy Land--Brazil. I've got a spot as an intern in an international law firm based in Sao Paulo, focusing on commercial transactions and contracts. I'll be spending about 5 weeks working there, and hopefully another two to three travelling throughout the country. If anyone's interested in touring through South America's Jewel, let me know. The best part of this whole experience is that the JRC is paying for most of my airfare, and giving me anywhere from 3-6 hours of credit for the work I do down there.

Can't wait to get out there! If you're incredibly bored, check out their website. Dr. Ricardo Cerqueira Leite Advogados Associados is at your service! http://www.cerqueiraleite.com.br

After that quick jaunt to the south, I'll be returning home to Salt Lake City to work with Judge Randall Skanchy at the Matheson State Courthouse. Criminal cases galore...I think it'll be like "Law & Order," only less Order unfortunately. I can only wonder how it's going to pan out...

Anyway, that's the exciting news in my corner of the world. Now, if I could only figure out how to download old episodes of MST3K quickly, efficiently, and legally...

Perry Mason I am not...maybe Matlock

Had a moot court/trial advocacy competition today to once more reaffirm that I am a little flounder flopping around sadly on the floor of the J. Reuben Clark. Today's hypothetical case: Lee Stevenson vs Lone Star Bar & Grill. Sadly, I was the only one in the school who got really excited to be representing Bill Pullman in "SpaceBalls." I wonder if I belong down here sometimes.


(Aside: Funny how the Spanish translation is literally "The Crazy History of the Galaxies." I would have gone with "Huevos de la Espacia." Oh well)


Anyway, this whole mock trial was pushed on us about a week ago, where they gave us 40-page information packets with evidence, witness information, the Federal Rules of Evidence, and basically said "Go to it!" Another sad example of the sham that is Law School.



So, after mocking a trial for nearly two hours with little or no idea as to what I was doing, our guest judge (a litigator out of Salt Lake(?) I put that question mark there because he preferred to be called "Your Honor" than that we use his actual name). So, in the end, he gave us comments and feedback with which we could potentially improve our litigative skills. Only, his comments were more on the line of "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." and "You shouldn't do that, or else the jury might rule against you." Literally. Vague like that. Needless to say, the whole experience was less than ideal. That kind of reinforcement is, hmmmm....let's see, it's not positive...oh, yes!

It's negative.

I guess it's a good thing that I don't really want to be the kind of cutthroat lawyer that patrols the halls of the nation's court houses. I'd rather cut myself in the mold of ol' Benjamin J. Matlock, not Perry Mason. See, doesn't Matlock look so much happier?

In other news, found out that I know Cody Roberts 30% less than his wife does. I guess that's probably a good thing for both parties.

I Have Nothing to Say...

Literally. Law School has ripped any shred of creativity from me, leaving me a ragged, naked shell of the man I once was. Notice how I capitalize Law School, as if it were some Divine entity, worthy of capitalization. Damn you, Law School, damn you! In other bits of news, Provo continues to haunt and amaze me. I liken my fascination with the city to a program on Animal Planet about the mating habits of mildly retarded lions. At points in the show, you are awed by the majestic beauty of the lions in their natural habitat, the grace with which they hunt their pray, and the playfulness they exhibit with their young. At other points, you feel sickened by the power-plays of the young males, the absolutely patriarchal domination, and yet can't look away when they rip down a gazelle and tear it to shreds. That's Provo, minus the majesty. Wish I had more to write, but my brain exploded. Love, Eric

Rule 1 of your First Year at Law School: Don't Talk About your First Year at Law School

To rip off an all-too often ripped-off phrase, that may be the most important lesson I've learned in my first semester at law school. Of course, one must come to this rule with certain priorities in place. If "academic achievement" comes before life, love, liberty, or the pursuit of happiness, then getting grades and talking law school up as much as possible is the ultimate goal, no other rules needed. But I've discovered that in order to maintain any kind of humane equilibrium (ie--a life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness) certain rules must be followed at certain parts of your day. This first must be adhered to whenever outside of the law school. No matter what the recently admitted law student thinks, unless what he has learned that day at the law school is easily relatable to Matlock, Law and Order, or (for the older crowd) Perry Mason, no one gives a res judicata what collateral estoppel in its disfavored offensive usage implies in potential tort actions in the 9th Circuit of the United States. Really. No one cares. I think I once tried to explain to my dad the implications of a recent lawsuit regarding reverse-engineering software at Blizzard (makers of the ever-popular Warcraft series), and he followed me through all of the technical jargon, but once we hit the legal side of things, his eyes glazed over and he nodded at me until I stopped talking. Really, I can categorize people into two groups according to how they perceive legalese: the "Blah-blah-blahs," or those who maybe feign interest in the law-talking-guy in front of them, mustering a smile when appropriate and patiently waiting for him to talk about last night's episode of "The Office" or the "Bling-bling-blings" who, while bubbly, talkative, and overtly flirtatious, find comfort in their erroneous assumption that the more "legally" one talks the more "money" one makes, thus making whoever is in front of them the richest person they know. Seriously. Don't talk about law school outside the confines of your little world. Only in law school will battery without assault be funny because it's such a far-fetched hypothetical. Really. I promise

Post Christmas Nostalgia

Wow. Nothing can make you appreciate Holiday Break more than returning to school, realizing you have days where you're in class for upwards of six or seven hours without a break, that you have to start this whole damnable "Socratic Method" thing all over again with such winners as "Contracts" "Constitutional Law" and "Criminal Law," and that, wonder of wonders, Law School is still not "fun." Each day that passes by makes me yearn more and more for my undergrad days, or a year off to write a novel. Don't get me wrong, I've made some tremendous friends while here. The funny thing about Law students is that none of us really enjoy it here, nor would we ever claim to have some sort of affinity to the whole process. Yet, something binds us together, like the sticky residue of 7-Up on a football bleacher or the weird stuff on the back of Post-It notes. I'm still wondering what it could be that holds us together so well, and I think the most apt analogy might just come from HBO. Over the holiday, the History Channel ran a marathon of the series "Band of Brothers," based on the experiences of the "Easy Company" during WWII. At first, this seems to be a hodge-podge collection of rag-tags and army brats, farm boys and street rats. However, after going through the hells of battle during D-Day and well into the German surrender, this group came to love each other. Well, while it may not compare in scope and magnitude, anyone that has had to make sense of the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure and how it applies to Personal Jurisdiction simultaneously with a balancing of the intricacies of Future Interests and application of the Rule Against Perpetuities while trying to grasp the notions of Proximate Causation in Tort law knows what I mean. Thankfully, our adversity has drawn our class together. That's not usually the case (note: everyone I have ever talked to about law school has expressed their utter loathing of the competitive nature of the student body. I simply have not seen that in my class. Whether that remains after grades come out on the 19th is another matter...) My computer died today, and I considered holding a little viewing replete with Black CDs, Bagpipe Fugues and Professional Wailers. Unfortunately, I need my computer alive, so through some stroke of luck, lots of restarting, cursing, desperate prayers, and eventual pounding on the computer corpse, I lucked out and got the thing to work long enough to download the new driver I needed. All in all, a good day. Relatively Speaking, of Course.

Bless the Finals System

Nowhere, in no time, under no circumstances would anyone ever go up to a judge, give him a hypothetical suit involving crazed, drunk bus drivers, enflamed sheep, rock climbers, falsely imprisoned trespassing customers and a balding farmer and ask the judge to, without his books, clerks or any other written material, state the ruling common law, weigh both sides of the case and make the correct judgment according to the ruling law concerning every minute detail of the case within three hours. NO ONE. "That would be stupid" you say. Right you are, friend.

But, you may have guessed this already, that's EXACTLY what they try and do in Law School Finals: surmize whether or not one has learned the law, or at least guessed at what one's professor thinks the law is, and give the professor a close approximation of what the professor wants to hear. All in a frantic race to type more than the other guys sitting around one for the next 180 minutes. Yep. Exactly how it's going to be in the "real" world! Oh, and did I mention that this three-hour exam determines upwards of 95% of one's grade, or approximately the rest of one's professional life? The thought of being pidgeon-holed into a crappy career for the next 40 years because of my first year Torts final gives me the willies. But that very well may happen.

If that is the case, I will be leaving the state of Utah in early February, moving to my cabin in Montana and writing the next great American novel. Or at least a highly addictive children's novel that appeals even more to adults (in the vein of Harry Potter) and rake in the millions from Hebgen Lake. If, in fact, I pass my first semester of law school and end up in a government job, what's 40 years anyway? That's like 1.5 Kurt Cobain lifespans. Flashpan and a little smoke, and I'll be cruising the Mediterranean with the Mrs. with a sweet 401(k) and a handful of Roth IRAs. I aspire to then wear only brightly colored Hawaiian shirts tucked into my mid-thigh Khaki shorts, tied back with my leather braided belt, and my smattering of wavy silver hair kept safe from the breeze underneath my mesh-back baseball cap. To accompany me will be my trusty videocamera and my lovely 5th wife. (I have commitment issues, what can I say?) What a happy day that will be.

On a happier note, had a fun birthday. Weird, but 24 feels a lot like 23 did, as well as 22. Can't wait to get back to the SLC on the 21st.

Apocalypto--With every New Beginning there must be an Old Idea

And with that Old Idea, Credit must be given where Credit is Due An interesting thing happened as I was perusing the internet today. It seems like intellectual property is as fictional as the authors that cling to it in this internet-enfused world. Go ahead, and read this!! Mr. McCarthy, I loved your review of the film "Apocalypto," and just wanted to thank you for consistently producing such quality, in-depth reviews of the movies being produced in Hollywood. But as I was perusing through other reviews on the internet, I became concerned that another reviewer has potentially lifted ideas and even text directly from your own work, claiming it as his own. You can read the review at http://www.emanuellevy.com/article.php?articleID=3896. [For your reading pleasure here is the link to McCarthy's "Apocalypto" review: http://www.variety.com/review/VE1117932232.html?categoryid=31&cs=1] As an English major and current law student, I know how serious an allegation plagiarism can be, but I could not ignore the similarities to your structure, content, and even word choice. To make your life easier, I've set down text from your review and Mr. Levy's. Yours: "Chief among them is Jaguar Paw (Rudy Youngblood), an athletic young man who has long flowing locks, sports tattoos, designed body scars, large ear adornments and a sort of chin plug, and wears nothing but a well-fitted loin cloth." Levy's: "The saga’s hero is Jaguar Paw (Rudy Youngblood), a handsome young man with flowing locks, tattoos, and body scars, who wears a loin cloth." Yours: "These guys are more heavily decorated than the locals, with bones through their noses and elsewhere. Two members of what the press notes identify as Holcane warriors stand out: the leader, Zero Wolf (the supremely imposing Raoul Trujillo), whose left arm and head are festooned with human and animal jaws, and the sadistic Snake Ink (Rodolfo Palacios, fantastically hateful), who, restrained from killing Jaguar Paw by Zero Wolf, instead murders the captive's father in front of him, launching an antagonism that runs through the picture." Levy's: "The village’s tranquil life is abrupted by the attack of brutal marauders, Holcane warriros, who sport bones through their noses. Their leader, Zero Wolf (Raoul Trujillo), is accompanied by the sadistic Snake Ink (Rodolfo Palacios), who instead of killing Jaguar Paw, murders the captive's father in front of him, thus launching the yarn’s chief conflict." Yours: "With his surviving fellow villagers, Jaguar Paw is bound and marched off through the jungle, but not before he's secreted his very pregnant wife Seven (Dalia Hernandez) and little son (Carlos Emilio Baez) in a deep pit, promising, rather against the odds, to return." Levy's: "With his surviving fellow villagers, Jaguar Paw is bound and marched off through the jungle. Just before the attack, Jaguar Paw manages to hide his his pregnant wife Seven (Dalia Hernandez) and their young son (Carlos Emilio Baez) in a deep, dry well. He promises Seven to return before she gives birth, and miraculously he does. " Yours: "the prisoners later pass by a haunted girl with "the sickness" who warns about the coming "blackness of day."" Levy's: "In one of the film’s most bizzarre and haunting scene, while moving through the forest, the prisoners pass by a young girl plagued with "the sickness," who warns about the coming "blackness of day." The exact meaning of her doom propehcy is never explained." (My comment: he obviously didn't pay careful attention to the movie, because that prophecy does make sense with the total eclipse of the sun. Mr. Levy must have been busy reading/lifting your article at the time) Yours: "One notable aspect of the characterizations is the general attitude toward death. The Mayans as portrayed here naturally fear it like anyone, but they accept it, just as they acknowledge physical pain as an everyday aspect of life." Levy's: "Historians will have a field day with this picture, which takes liberty with facts and portrays the Mayans in a naive, idealistic way. They are peace-loving people who accept death and physical pain as integral part of their lives." Yours: "Production is a wonder. Dean Semler's camera moves relentlessly through the densest of foliage and over the roughest of terrain on locations near Veracruz and in the rainforests of Catemaco, with some additional shooting done in Costa Rica and the U.K.; Gibson clearly knew the impact the lenser of the second and third "Mad Max" films could deliver. More remarkable still is that pic was shot on the new high definition Genesis camera system. Without a doubt, "Apocalypto" is the best-looking big-budget film yet shot digitally; one can't tell it wasn't shot on film." Levy's: "The sets, costumes, makeup, body and hair designs are extremely elaborate and detailed. "Apocalypto" is one of the best-looking films to be shot digitally. As he proved in the “Mad Max” films, Dean Semler is an ace lenser, and here his camera moves restlessly and relentlessly through dense forest and other rough terrains. Accoridng to the notes, the picture was shot on locations near Veracruz and in the rainforests of Catemaco, with additional shooting in Costa Rica and the U.K.." (Yes, and apparently those notes were from your article.) Anyway, I'm always sickened by dishonesty of this sort, especially from someone who holds himself out to be on par with professionals such as yourself. It is completely up to you, but should you pursue further action, I'd love to be appraised of it. Again, thank you for your quality work, and best to you and yours in the upcoming holiday season! Eric Vogeler I know, I know, for those of you who have copied and pasted from the internet and tried to pass it on as your own work, I have news for you: That is dishonest and illegal. We just had a highly respected law student at BYU get expelled from the program with a permanent black mark next to his name for this. Plagiarism is bad. Plagiarism is a crime. Plagiarism is ugly, and it is pretty hefty to be throwing around here. I would hesitate to make some kind of frivolous accusation, especially after finding out that Mr. Levy is a professor of film and sociology for Arizona State University, but I just couldn't get over the similarities in these two reviews. It's hard to argue against Mr. Levy's credetians, but Mr. McCarthy is Chief Film Critic for Variety Magazine, and highly respected in his own right. Something fishy is going on... I'll keep you up to date as this all unfolds... Oh, and ps--finals week at the Law School sucks.