Much to my embarrassment, I’m very active in my sleep. I move around, I talk…I might actually sit up and talk to you. Apparently last night I was really pumped for some kayaking adventures because as soon as I fell asleep (obscenely early, mind you), I said:
In the Monday-morning-laughs category: An ex-client posts a negative Yelp review of a lawyer, calling him the “worst ever.” The lawyer sues the ex-client for defamation, arguing that there are, in fact, other lawyers that are worse. I loved the court’s response to his argument:
This argument makes sense if a reader would likely understand the phrase “worst ever” in a strictly literal sense. But no reader would. “Worst ever” is a common colloquial phrase used to express a strong negative opinion. When a person declares that he or she just went on the worst date ever, no reasonable listener would understand that statement as a claim that the speaker exhaustively researched all the dates in the history of dating, developed objective scoring criteria, and determined as a matter of fact that last night’s date was worse than dates that ended in death, violence, or vomiting in a restaurant.
More details on Eric Goldman’s blog.
This is the stinkin’ cutest story that tugs at my heartstrings because how resourceful and… bold of that little dude to teach himself how to drive and actually do it. It also reminds me of something my brother and I would’ve done.
I checked our shared iCloud photo album (primarily used to share photos and videos of my niece, but lately I’ve been sharing photos of my travels so that my family knows that I’m alive and well) and saw several likes and comments from a Jenny Zhu.
I got my parents iPads a couple of years ago — they’re registered in my name, which is why the comments appear from “Jenny Zhu.” But this is the first time they’ve posted anything, anywhere. I’m overcome with glee because, well, how cute is this?! They’re learning! Can’t wait to continue to help them (slowly) discover the wonders and conveniences of technology.
Love is a benevolent process whereby two people try to teach each other how to become the best versions of themselves.
Loved this episode of On Being — it so perfectly captures how I view love and relationships, which while beautiful, can also be flawed and exhausting, and rest heavily on the shoulders of compatibility and communication.
We must fiercely resist the idea that true love must mean conflict-free love, that the course of true love is smooth. It’s not. The course of true love is rocky and bumpy at the best of times. That’s the best we can manage as the creatures we are. It’s no fault of mine or no fault of yours; it’s to do with being human. And the more generous we can be towards that flawed humanity, the better chance we’ll have of doing the true hard work of love.