Wherein Trevor attempts to convince the reader to let an AI construct have ethical consideration. Sophomore year; reads like it. Laughs abound. 7/10.
“We’re Not Asking The Right Questions”
This is #controversycolumn 2/2, which ran on May 12th. If that sentence is nonsense, look for the post entitled “Something something Superficial Spring Fling.” The only thing notable about this column, beyond the caveats about these two that I provided in the prior post, is that I asked that my major be omitted from my “about me” at the end when this got published. I was denied. This is how rifts develop.
“A Superficial Choice For Spring Fling”
This ran just after Spring Fling when GWU had Macklemore come through. I didn’t go; I had work to do.
Disclaimer: This is #controversycolumn ½. I call it such because it was the first where my point was completely perverted and wrrrecked by the edits made. And, you know, that’s fine for The Hatchet. And I’ll acknowledge that each of the #controversycolumns is just dripping with bitterness. But since this is my backwater blog, I’m going to post my favorite draft of the process from these two #controversycolumns after the version that ran in The Hatchet. And it’s not (totally) a vanity thing. In each of these two columns, my point was just DRASTICALLY different than what came out. So, yeah, I’ll throw my shit in. Me, me, me, me; my, my, my, my.
“Rallying for the Open Access Movement”
Here’s a thing I did for the Hatchet that I’m NOT totally ashamed of–a rarity.
Untitled Hatchet April Fool’s Column
This was my favorite piece I was ever asked by the Hatchet to do. It didn’t run, online or anywhere else.
Been a looong fuckin time eh
Yes, yes it has. I’m now, like, 1.5 months into law school. I’ve lost none of the all-consuming fire that drove me forward and convinced me to return to this career path, but I’m starting to see the fissures and immovable objects that I’ll have to contend with if I want to use this degree for the things I thought I did. It’s a super-enervating experience, slowly realizing that at least two of the avenues you wanted to pursue for the just end are being rapidly closed–that by the time you graduate, the space that you’ll have to fit your lawsuits-as-sticks-of-dynamite are no longer the size of dynamite, but pinholes. No matter, though. This was the path I chose and, like every other dumb decision and mistake, I won’t cut my losses and acknowledge defeat. I’ll double down.
Anyway, I’m gonna be publishing all the college work that I’ve had saved in drafts–and I’ll be doing it today (at least, mostly). Maybe peeking at some old shit will remind me of why I’m here at all.
Law School Boy, Part 2
I am in Law School now, sitting in a writing class. It’s just now occurring to me that I’m about to get a lot worse at the kind of writing that I actually like to do. C’est la vie, whatever, eh?
Probably gonna post my old work in a separate subpage as soon as I can figure out how to do so. I’d say “watch this space” but, honestly, don’t.
Quick Voxplainer on Neck Pain and Writing
I really did mean to write in here more, really did intend on throwing all’a them thoughts in here. But, unfortunately, I spent the better part of April and May laying around hoping my neck and back pain would just, like, go away. Tried all that stretching nonsense, tried pillows and sleeping positions, and nothing was working. I disdain (and don’t even really enjoy) opiates, but I suddenly understood the chronic pain sufferer who becomes a heroin addict. Not, uh, not a great place to be in.
Aaaanyway, all 0 of my average daily readers, that’s why I didn’t type in here for a while. I just, like, wanted to die. And, at times, perhaps thought I was.
Now it’s back to not really wanting to die but typing it a lot. That seems to be the difference; the people who actually want to die don’t spend a lot of time typing about it. They just die.
Law School Boy
Looks like I’m headed to Law School, folks. I’d say, “this might cut down on posts” but I honestly don’t know how you could cut further.
On May 1st
An exhortation to the 0 people who will see this: keep your calendar clear on the 1st of May. I have a feeling that this year will be slightly more intense than past years.
A reclamation of the holiday, perhaps. Perhaps not.