Alright ... there really was a TIPS conference in New Orleans. Honestly. Afterall, is this a face that would lie? Admittedly, we still had our share of fun (why else would people fly out for conferences?). Here I am with Tim, the Law Student Division liason to TIPS, who is a graduating from Seattle University Law School this May.
My advice? Stay away from the hand grenades. They're WAY too sweet.
The best part about these TIPS conferences is the people you meet -- all around the country. Natalie (right) just finished her second year at California Western Reserve School of Law out in San Diego. Natalie is the TIPS liason for diversity. I only wish I could've stayed out longer with them.
No night can be complete without a drunken stroll around Bourbon Street. What better way to study for Torts than to have a cup of beer in one hand and ... nevermind ... But here we are at some shop where Natalie and her friend Jackie picks up some feather boas. I managed to take the photo without causing any harm to the camera or myself.
Jorge, Michelle's date, took this photo of Michelle and Amanda. Brilliant. I think this man deserves the Pulitizer Prize. Courtesy of Michelle.
You know me. I always keep it real. Here, my home girl Michie-G and I flash our hood signs. W L ... Wes-LAW!! Courtesy of Michelle.
By this point, I've had three shots of some purple thing, two shot's of Roy's great jelly shots, a glass of champagne, two bottles of beer ... and I'm as red as Brooke's dress. I'm pictured with Michelle, Brooke, and Blake. Courtesy of Michelle.
Alright ... it's really every 1L's dream. But Ronnie wanted me to make sure this was posted for everyone's enjoyment.
It was supposed to be the girls, but Matt just needs in on all the action. Rachel, Sarah, Amanda and Michelle. Courtesy of Michelle.
Sometimes Jager makes the laughs even better. So here I am with Derick Hicks and Matt Rhodes with Eric Yepez chickening out on a few shots. Courtesy of Michelle.
Mark Cuban, one of Indiana University's most beloved alumni, joins the IU Kelley School of Business Alumni Association for a night at American Airlines Center. The Mavs beat the Indiana Pacers, so all was happy. I'm here with my brother, Peter, at the far left.
After a long ABA Law Student Division Campaign, I deserve a VERY large margarita. Here I am in San Diego on a beautiful Sunday afternoon with Brooke Burrage-Timmer, the 8th Circuit Govenor from Drake University in Iowa.
While we were at Salt Lake City, we noticed that there were these signal flags at just about every major intersection. I guess SLC drivers will plow through you at night if you don't carry one of these.
Just in case it's not obvious that some off-beat Asian fellow is running across a busy intersection. No asian was harmed in the taking of this photo.
If the effect of color varies contextually, the meaning it purports to express also lacks constancy. Red may mean blood, courage, passion, prostitution, communism, Christmas, danger, or stop. As a sign, it may be natural, indexical, or totally arbitrary. In Japan the police sentry box is indicated by a red light, and so is the very last night bus and trolley. Indeterminacy of color as semiotic codes is further complicated by the woeful lexical inadequacy in describing color. The cosmetic industry tries hard to be inventive in naming lipstick colors. Naming all the pink flowers to describe a variety of pinks is not quite adequate. One may resort to the color wheel and describe a color scientifically by hue, value, and saturation. No less adequate is a mental image of a particular. Ultimately and inevitably the experience of color is direct perception. That's why we take a swatch of fabric to the store when we want a right match in an item of clothing.
Shannon, Wes, and our own famous Holly White.
Photo from Shannon's camera. Text from Kaori's Webbsie.
A recent fashion slogan proclaimed: Pink is this year's Black. In fact, until this year, pink felt infantile unless it was more like peony. For decades it was a color that seemed flighty and frivolous. It was the color for babies and young girls; and hot pink was vulgar. In the fifties pink was the favorite color of Mimi Eisenhower; and it felt so matronly in those days. We remember pink polyester suits; and if my memory serves me right, pink was not the choice of young people in the 60s and 70s, unless it was a hot, psychedelic kind of pink. Orange was more in fashion then, although I still own a pair of wide bell-bottom pants in smoky pink from the 70s. Pink in clothing today is more conspicuously youthful.
Photo from Shannon's Camera. Text from Kaori's Webbsie.
Still, personally, I confess that I am passionate about pink. Saying this does not contradict my liking all colors. I like all colors but I am partial to pink. I am drawn to all shades of pink. I like light pink, deep pink, and pinks anywhere between them. I like icy pink, hot pink, pale pink, smoky pink, electric pink, flamingo pink, bubblegum pink, and dayglow pink. I like rose, peony, fuchsia, raspberry, azalea, carnation, primrose -- the colors of spring blossoms. I like peach and salmon, too, and lilac, lavender, violet, and purple, as well. But the pink I like best is pink pink, the color of the flower pink.
Clarke, Bryan, and Dan.
Photo by Shannon Krueger. Text from Kaori's Webbsie.
Some people view Halloween as a time for fun, putting on costumes, trick-or-treating, and having theme parties. Others view it as a time of superstitions, ghosts, goblins and evil spirits that should be avoided at all costs.
Personally, I just feel like walking around the school in a bathrobe.
Photo by Shannon Krueger. Text from Halloween Web.