Martha Washington's Great Muffins

Saturdays are the only day of the week when I have enough time to make a more elaborate breakfast than coffee and a bagel.  This morning, I decided to bring to life an idea that's been brewing in my head for a little while--Martha Washington's Great Muffins.

As loyal readers will recall, last December I made Martha Washington's Great Cake.  I enjoyed the combination of cranberries, almonds, and orange extract, and wanted to apply the concept to muffins.  Accordingly, I made up the recipe that follows!

Martha Washington's Great Muffins


Ingredients:

• 2 C. Bisquick or other baking mix
• 2 tbsp. sugar
• 1 C. milk
• 1 egg
• 1/2 tsp. cardamom
• 1/2 C. dried cranberries
• 1/4 C. sliced almonds
• 1/2 tsp. orange extract

Directions:

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.  Line muffin pan with paper muffin cups.  (The muffins ended up sticking to the paper cups, so you might be better off greasing the pan instead.  The muffins are definitely still edible in paper cups, but might require a fork.)

2. Combine all ingredients.

3. Distribute batter evenly among twelve muffin cups.

4. Bake 13-15 minutes or until golden brown.

5. Enjoy!  (Or, read on to make it even more delicious...)

When I tried a muffin, I enjoyed the orange-cranberry flavor, but felt that there could have been more cardamom, and maybe a bit of cinnamon or nutmeg.  I also felt that something was missing--somehow, deep down, I was expecting this muffin to be sweeter.  And, that's when it dawned on me that this muffin was basically an unfrosted hot cross bun!  So, I whipped up a little glaze (1/2 C. powdered sugar and 1 tbsp. milk), and here was the result:

Much improved.  Between the muffin sticking to the paper, and the sticky glaze, however, this is definitely a muffin that requires a fork.  Nonetheless, the result was what I had been aspiring to create: a muffin that reminded me of Martha Washington's Great Cake!

A Smattering of July

Hello, gang.  It's been a while.  July was a pretty awesome month!

Robert and I took a spontaneous trip up to San Francisco to see Wicked a few weeks ago.  It was great!  I had never seen (or heard) the musical before, so every plot twist was a surprise for me.  I've got to say, Glinda was my favorite character.  Alli Mauzey was so wonderful!  Especially in Popular, she was a delightfully high-energy mix of Valley Girl and Elle Woods.  It was also interesting to think about Wicked in the context of the war in Iraq, with anti-animalism as a metaphor for Bush's desire for an enemy; as the Wizard puts it, "Where I'm from, the best way to bring people together [. . .] is to give them a common enemy."  That line gave me chills.

My uncle was kind enough to treat my dad, brother and me to tickets to Paul McCartney's Up and Coming tour!  He--Sir Paul, not my uncle--played to a sold-out AT&T Park.  We were in the nosebleed section, but that was fine with the big screens on stage.  The Chronicle wrote a great review of the concert, observing that Paul hadn't played in San Francisco since 1966, so the whole concert had a "welcome back" vibe.

Paul impressed me with how adorable and down-to-earth he was, which especially came out during his little stories, like the one he told about Hendrix playing a tribute to him and getting his guitar out of tune.  Some of my favorite songs of the night were Paperback Writer, Eleanor Rigby, Jet, Day Tripper, and Helter Skelter.  I also loved seeing Paul at the piano; everyone sang along when he played Hey Jude.  My absolute favorite song of the night was Blackbird.  Paul talked about writing it in response to the civil rights tensions of the late 1960s in America.  When he came back out for his first of two encores, Paul ran out waving a huge California State flag.  (Go Bears!)

I took a weekend trip to Portland, Oregon, with my dear friend Alissa to see our dear friend Morgan get married.  Portland is a great city; it reminds me of Berkeley, but bigger and more urban.  Morgan's wedding was awesome: a five-minute ceremony, followed by three hours of samba dancing, complete with backup dancers!  It was lovely to see friends from middle and high school whom I had not seen in a while.

The last day of my internship was Friday.  I absolutely loved working at the Law Foundation this summer, and was sad to see it end.  I actually did substantive work, including memos, mediation statements, and motion practice.  I attended a lot of interesting proceedings, such as depositions, mediations, and a settlement conference.  I now know a ton about housing discrimination and predatory lending.  And, my colleagues were friendly and fun-loving, leading to many coffee outings and urban food adventures, not to mention an afternoon in Santa Cruz and a San Jose Giants game.

It was great to know San Jose this summer.  If you're in the area, you have to check out Broken Door Espresso (try their Vietnamese iced coffee), Falafel's Drive In (try their baba ganoush), and Día de Pesca (try their breaded halibut burrito).  Also, I have fallen in love with the Farmers' Market in downtown San Jose at San Pedro Square.  They have the sweetest strawberries and nectarines I have ever tasted, along with fresh hummus, samosas, kettle corn, and spring rolls!  Simply delightful.

Yesterday, my dad, brother and I went to the Brit for the premier of At the Beach, an awesome skateboarding video featuring my very own brother!  Dan is an avid skateboarder, and it was great to see him in action in the film.  Watching the premier at the Brit in a huge crowd was especially meaningful, because everyone cheered when Dan landed tricks.  It's cool how there is a skateboarding community, and everyone supports one another.  The photo (at left) is from the Thrasher (skateboarding magazine) website.  Dan got their Stoke of the Day a couple of months ago, which is ridiculously cool.

Up next: the removal of all four of my wisdom teeth, to take place Tuesday morning.  What a joy!  I have stocked up on soft foods such as pudding, applesauce, and rainbow sherbet, and my mommy is going to take care of me.  I'm a little nervous about the procedure, as I have never done anything like this, but it'll be fine.  Besides, I'll be sedated.  Hopefully the recovery will be easy... Keep me in your prayers, please!

Mid-Summer Evaluation

I am already over halfway through my summer internship. Madness! I have learned so much these past five weeks. My legal research and writing has improved, I know a ton more about litigation, and I am familiar with two whole new areas of law--housing discrimination and predatory lending! I've interacted with some clients, sat in on court, mediations, and depositions, and gotten a ton of training. FHLP was the perfect choice for this summer, and I feel very blessed.

I thought that this would be a good time to check in on how my summer goals are going.

Read for pleasure. I am pleased to say that I have indeed been reading, and not just court cases. I am currently reading several books on my own: Reading the OED by Ammon Shea, Traveling with Pomegranates by Sue Monk Kidd and Ann Kidd Taylor, and The Jesuit Guide to (Almost) Everything by Fr. James Martin. I am also participating in Still Thinking, the legendary virtual book club founded by CC this summer. We recently finished Machiavelli's The Prince, and are now starting Zadie Smith's On Beauty. (There is still time to join us for On Beauty!)

Begin to learn Spanish. I haven't been following the pace that I set for myself at the beginning of the summer, but I have completed six lessons, including greetings, restaurant basics, going places, and phone conversations. I want to go faster, but the lessons are several hours long each, and I am often not inclined to start one at the end of the day. I am also concerned about retention, so I don't want to go too fast. I will try harder to sit down and do lessons regularly.

Research and apply for fellowships and clerkships for after graduation. Working on it! There have been a few interesting opportunities so far... We'll see what happens.

Write On journal competition grading. I just finished judging my 20 case comments this evening, as the grades are due tomorrow. It was more work than I anticipated, but an interesting (and confidential) topic. Reading things written by 1Ls reminds me of how far I've come in my own legal writing this past year.

Spend quality time with friends, preferably on short Bay Area adventures. My most recent adventure was to Lovejoy's Tea Room in San Francisco for Alissa's birthday tea party! I'm not a big tea drinker--coffee is my love--but this was delicious and delightful. I drank an entire pot of Earl Grey tea with cream and sugar, which I enjoyed with a cucumber and cream cheese sandwich, an asparagus hummus sandwich, coleslaw, organic spring greens, a scone with preserves and double Devon cream, and a shortbread cookie. Also this weekend, I went with my family to see the SF Orchestra play at the Shoreline with fireworks for the Fourth of July, which was lovely. There have been other adventures already chronicled in this blog this summer, and there are more to come, including seeing Paul McCartney play at AT&T park this coming weekend, and flying to Portland to see my dearest Morgan get married!

Visit my grandmother as often as possible. I've seen my Nana at least once a week this summer, which is great. She is always so encouraging and sweet to me.

So, overall, I'm doing pretty well on my summer goals, though I could pick up the pace on a couple of my endeavors. I'm already getting excited about the fall, because we got back our results from course registration for next year! I'm still sorting out what to add and drop, but here are some of the classes in my probable future for the fall: International Labor & Employment, the Law of War, the Practicing Lawyer & the Poor, and Public Interest Advocacy. I will also be receiving credit for my externship with the Arlington Immigration Court, and for the Georgetown Law Human Rights Institute Fact-Finding Mission. Actually, I'm already doing work for the fact-finding mission this summer, soliciting information from knowledgeable folks about the safe repatriation of persons with mental disabilities. Busy busy busy, but that's how I like it. I'm very excited about being done with law school in a year, but I'm also trying to slow down and enjoy this final year of school before I take the bar and enter the "real world" on a full-time basis.

Twelve Days of Christmas

Dec. 25: I opened presents with my family, ate tons of delicious food (shrimp dip, piglets in a blanket, crab), and went to Mass at the Church of the Resurrection, the parish of my youth.

Dec. 26: I spent a lovely day with my mom at the mall.

Dec. 27: I had lunch with my extended family, and went on an evening adventure with a bunch of my friends from high school.

Dec. 28: I finally got a Zhu Zhu pet, and wandered the streets of San Jose with Morgan, eventually ending up in the lounge of the Fairmont for a drink.

Dec. 29: I enjoyed a proper afternoon tea hosted by Alissa.

Dec. 30: I had dinner with more high school friends, bringing the total number of high school friends seen in a four-day period to 14.

Dec. 31: I visited my grandmother, and celebrated the East Coast new year with California sparkling wine with my family (since Mom wouldn't have made it to midnight).

Jan. 1: I took the train to Sacramento for Emily's bridal shower, and was delighted to catch up with so many ADX girls.

Jan. 2: My family and I worked together to un-decorate the house, which was refreshing.

Jan. 3: After Mass, Mom and I ate donuts at the Wheel, our favorite donut shop.

Jan. 4: I slept in, made coffee, completed a crossword puzzle and not much else.

Jan. 5: I pretended I was a house elf and did a bunch of chores around the house.

Weekend Adventures

The past two weekends, I've been playing the role of a D.C. tour guide. One of my new year's resolutions was to "get to know D.C. like a local," so hosting guests is a great opportunity to test out how far I've come along in that goal.

Carla's Visit

The weekend before last, Carla was in town. She got in fairly late on Friday night, as she and her friend were driving down from Buffalo after an exam, so we stayed in, sipping wine and catching up with one another, which was quite lovely.

On Saturday, after a leisurely breakfast of cinnamon rolls and coffee, Jess, Carla and I started the day by visiting the Pentagon Memorial. Although I live two miles away from the Pentagon, I had yet to visit the site of the 9/11 attacks. It is a very mysterious memorial filled with symbolism representing each victim.

We then headed into D.C. to visit the Capitol. We took the Capitol Visitor Center tour, and, although it was my third time taking it, I nonetheless enjoyed seeing the rotunda. One of my favorite things to see are the statues from each state in the National Statuary Hall Collection. Each state has two statues in the Capitol, and they are allowed to replace the statues with different ones periodically. One of California's statues is Junipero Serra. Until recently, the other statue was Thomas Star King--yeah, I didn't know who he was, either--but, he was replaced this year by Ronald Reagan.

The most exciting part of our visit to the Capitol was that the House of Representatives happened to be in session all day to pass the health care bill! We were able to get tickets to go into the Visitor's Gallery of the House, which required waiting in line for an hour and going through multiple metal detectors. It was so worth it! When we sat down, a Democrat was giving a speech in support of the bill. Naturally, when he finished, the Democratic representatives applauded. However, when I joined in, I was swiftly reprimanded by the guard for clapping, which is expressly forbidden. I had read the back of the ticket, and knew this, but, but... I just got swept up in the moment! Oops.

We walked across the street to check out the Supreme Court (closed on the weekends, but still quite impressive from the outside) and the Library of Congress. I bragged without reserve about my Library of Congress researcher card, which gains me access to the Main Reading Room. My favorite part is Thomas Jefferson's Library, which is an exhibition of the books from Jefferson's personal collection, which he sold to the Library of Congress after the British burned down the Capitol. (Darn British!) The fascinating thing about the collection is that Jefferson had his own system of categorizing books--Memory, Reason, and Imagination. So intriguing.

After that, we strolled along the Mall, visiting the National Gallery Sculpture Garden (more on this below) and then regrouping at Starbucks. We decided to take the Metro back to Arlington to collect Jess's car, so that we could visit the Jefferson Memorial and F.D.R. Memorial, which are not easily accessible on foot. Jess and I agree that the F.D.R. Memorial is our favorite memorial in the city, and it is especially wonderful when lit up at night. We also checked out the White House, the World War II Memorial and the Lincoln Memorial. Jess took a very creative photo of us by using her 10-second delay function:


On Sunday morning, the three of us went to Mass at my dear law school's chapel, and then walked over to the Smithsonian American Art Museum, which had several fascinating exhibits. One featured American folk art, with art made from bottle caps, quilts, wood, and even tin foil. I also enjoyed the exhibition on 1934, which only had paintings from that year, capturing a wide variety of scenes from American life in that era. We concluded our time together by eating lunch outside at Busboys and Poets, taking in the beautiful sunshine. It was a joy to see Carla, not only because I missed her, but also because, with the three of us together, it felt like a little bit of ADX, which is a nice feeling.

Matthew's Visit

This past weekend, Matthew came down from MIT to visit. It was wonderful to catch up with him, as we hadn't seen one another since his semester in Berkeley. Matthew got in Friday afternoon; after we ate Chinese food in Chinatown, we walked to the Supreme Court to catch the last courtroom lecture of the day. There were a lot of high schoolers in the crowd asking obnoxious questions that demonstrated their complete misunderstanding of the judicial process. How is it possible for high school to offer only one semester of civics?! Not enough!

After that, we did a brief tour of the Library of Congress, and then walked around the city, stopping by the the National Gallery Sculpture Garden--well, until we got kicked out by a guard shortly after nightfall, when the garden closed. Boo. We saw most of the sculptures, though. My new favorite is a full-sized silver tree, which provides an interesting contrast to the surrounding real trees. We had dinner at La Tasca, a great tapas restaurant, which included very sweet duck, snow peas paired with Canadian bacon, delicious marinated beef, a green apple salad, and a bizarre deep-fried potato-and-chicken purée with a garlic dipping sauce (my least favorite dish).

On Saturday, Matthew and I strolled along the Mall to the Lincoln Memorial, and then took a tour to the top of the Washington Monument. It was overcast (Ida was still affecting us), so visibility wasn't spectacular, but at 500 feet it nonetheless afforded us a great view of the city. I noted that our tickets abbreviated the monument as "WaMo," which I really hope catches on as a new nickname. You know, like MoMA!

Next, we headed over to the National Archives. In my mind, the exciting documents to see are the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights, but Matthew was amazed by the Magna Carta. In retrospect, I think he has a point... and, yet, the Magna Carta is treated as a mere side attraction. As Matthew put it, it seemed like it would be pretty easy to steal the Magna Carta without anyone noticing, whereas two guards flank the U.S. Constitution.

After a mediocre lunch at the Archives' cafe (which I do not recommend), we walked to the Smithsonian National Museum of American History. We spent over three hours there, and only made it through about 70% of the exhibits. It's so huge! My favorite things there are Lincoln's hat, the original American flag, and the exhibit on American presidents. They had a new exhibit on The Scurlock Studio and Black Washington, which I loved. What fantastic photography, to tell such stories and capture such emotion.

We attempted to go to the Sign of the Whale (the official bar of the D.C. Cal Alumni Club) to watch the game against Arizona, but unfortunately Matthew couldn't get in without his passport to supplement his Australian ID. We were a bit bummed out at this, but then I took us over to Afterwords, one of my favorite restaurants, in DuPont. It's quirky... you have to walk through its bookshop to get to the restaurant, which really makes me happy for some reason. Anyhow, they often have amazing specials, and that night was no exception. Matthew and I both ordered the following:

Narragansett baked ½ lobster w/crabmeat
½ New England lobster
stuffed w/jumbo lump crabmeat
brushed w/sweet butter & fired under the broiler
w/puréed butternut squash & Café mac & cheese
corn & lima bean succotash; grilled fresh asparagus

It was amazing. Matthew and I were silent through most of the meal because we were too focused on the food to talk. Wow. The best part--it was only $20! Most of the entrées are around $15, so it wasn't much of a stretch. Neither one of us had ever ordered lobster before because it tends to be prohibitively expensive, so it was quite a treat. Lobster is good, but I still think I prefer crab because it has a more palatable texture. All of the sides were so good, too... They were all fairly buttery, which complemented the lobster perfectly. When I first read the description, I had assumed that those were our choices of sides--but, no, we got all of them! One of the best meals I've ever had, especially for the price.

After spending all day on our feet walking the Mall and shuffling through museums, we were pretty tired, so we headed back to my apartment and watched Rent. Such a great movie!

This morning, Matthew and I went to Mass at the Georgetown Law chapel, and I gave him a little tour of campus. Then, we had lunch (at Busboys and Poets, ha ha), and caught the Circulator bus toward Georgetown to visit the Dumbarton Oaks gardens. I had never heard of the place, but a friend of Matthew's recommended it, so we decided to check it out. It is so beautiful! It is humongous, with lots of little stone walking paths to meander. We explored the garden for an hour-and-a-half, which gives you an idea of the size. One of my favorite parts was the rose garden, which smelled lovely. Oh, and there was a lawn in front of a fancy brick house that looked like something out of a Jane Austen novel! I cannot wait to visit this gorgeous garden again in the spring, when everything is in bloom.

We took the bus back to Chinatown, and spent the balance of our time at the National Portrait Gallery before Matthew had to catch his flight home. Matthew was sweet enough to give me a novel called Dirt Music by Australian author Tim Winton as thanks for letting him sleep on our couch. Actually, I was amazed that Matthew, who is rather tall, fit on our couch. Then again, one of the reasons Jess and I chose that couch was specifically because we could think of tall people who might come visit. (And, Jess is quite tall, for that matter.) All in all, it was a lovely visit that made me feel like I was on vacation, too. I feel recharged and ready to study for final exams!

Window Watchers

Where is she going? I wondered, staring out the window of my living room as I ate my breakfast this morning. I don't usually have time to ponder the comings and goings of my neighbors in the mornings, but Thursdays are the exception, as I don't have class until the afternoon. So, I make myself some eggs over easy with a toasted English muffin, sip my hazelnut coffee, and stare out of our windows.

Our apartment complex isn't the most action-packed scene, but I've gotten to know the cadence of our little community over the past couple of months. The various dog-walkers are the most common players on our grassy stage--and, how exciting when more than one dog enters a scene, barking, sniffing, pulling along their masters with the vigor of a squirrel-chase!

Children and their parents are another common scene. When the weather was warmer, there were two little girls who would drag out an elaborate collection of bubble-blowing devices, running across our lawn to generate as many bubbles as possible, then giggling madly as they proceeded to destroy their creations. Some of the bubbles survived the massacre, floating serenely to the height of my third-story vantage point.

I learned that plumes of smoke billowing in front of my windows were not to be a cause of alarm, but rather indicated that the man with the little Weber barbecue pit was out again. During the warmer weather, he was out there at least twice a week! I contemplated sneaking out there to roast marshmallows when he went inside to eat his steaks, but I was never so bold.


It is more difficult to peek into the windows of our neighboring buildings, as most people pull down their blinds, to my dismay. When the blinds are up at night, I can mostly make out the ever-changing illumination of television sets. My apartment doesn't have a television--perhaps one of the reasons that I stare out of the window.

In the dorms last year, my view was of I-395, which sounds boring, but actually offered some interesting scenes. Most memorable was the time that I was awakened at 2 a.m. to the sound of a car crash. It appeared that the two cars knew each other, as the people from one car all quickly emptied the contents of their trunk and piled into the other, speeding off, abandoning not only the car that had been rendered immobile, but also one of the passengers! He ran after the car for a little while, then gave up, instead being forced to deal with the police, who showed up a few minute later. Shady, indeed.

The most common view was that of backed-up traffic jams in the evenings, but there were other, more curious sights as well. There was the man who screamed about salvation into his bullhorn. When the Barnum & Bailey circus was in town, I watched elephants parade on 3rd Street after a show. During the G-20 summit, I saw many motorcades. Being on the 8th floor, I had a great view of many storms. Perhaps my favorite view was the day of the Inauguration, when they shut down the freeway for pedestrian traffic, which was a very bizarre sight to behold:


This post was prompted by an article in today's New York Times, Window Watchers in a City of Strangers. I agree with the premise of the article, that, in staring out of my window, I feel more connected to my community. What do you think? Are you a window watcher? What have you witnessed?

NYC, Part II

David and I began Saturday morning with some delicious blueberry pancakes and coffee. We then set off for a day of museums! To get to the proverbial Museum Mile, we walked through Central Park. The park reminded me very strongly of Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, and made me feel a bit nostalgic for California. It's too bad that DC doesn't have something akin to Central Park. The National Mall is just a bunch of scraggly grass... Though, I guess the monuments make up for it.

Our first museum of the day was the Museum of the City of New York. As with other museums, I was duly tagged. Honestly, the museum wasn't breathtaking. However, the Legacy exhibition afforded me a different perspective of the city, as it was a photographer's examination of the wild side of the city--that is, its parks. I don't think of greenery when I picture NYC, but it really is more than skyscrapers.

My absolute favorite museum that we visited was the Guggenheim. Wow! First off, I loved the design of the building. One of my biggest pet peeves about museums is when their floor plan doesn't clearly lead you through the exhibits. I hate worrying about missing something. Well, no such issue with the Guggenheim, which is one big upward spiral! It was a bit tiresome to shuffle up a ramp for seven stories, though; by the end, I really wanted to be on level ground. The perpetual balcony created some great people-watching opportunities, as well.

The current exhibit at the Guggenheim features the life works of Vasily Kandinsky, one of the first modern abstract painters. He is fantastic. His use of color was mesmerizing. He had a fascination with the parallels between painting and music, a synesthetic inquiry which resonated with me as a color-graphemic synesthete (I see numbers as having very specific, consistent color associations). For example, Kandinsky apparently associated bright yellow with the blast of a trumpet. As students, we got the audio tour for free, which really enhanced my understanding of his works. The exhibit was set up chronologically for the most part, which allowed us to see the progression of Kandinsky's works, not only through his own biographical story, but also through different periods in history--especially, the world wars. Seriously, check out the Guggenheim's online exhibition.

After a break for lunch, we tackled the Met. Oh, my gosh, the Met is huge. We spent several hours there, seeing everything from African masks to Roman statues to Picasso paintings. It reminded me of the Louvre--the attempt to see everything was futile, but I felt a drive to attempt to see as much as physically possible, to the detriment of my comprehension of what I saw. The Met is a good museum for locals with a membership, I would imagine, but it seems to be a nearly hopeless endeavor for visitors with a limited amount of time.

We gave ourselves a brief reprieve at Starbucks, where we met up with David's brother, Daniel. We were debating between walking across the Brooklyn Bridge and taking the ferry to Staten Island, and the ferry won out. I had a delicious pumpkin spice latte, my first of the autumn season. It was in the 40s and raining the entire weekend, which was not ideal weather for traipsing across the city, to say the least. However, there is something refreshing about this type of weather, and it added something to the tone of the city, with everyone bustling about in their winter coats.

Before we boarded the ferry, we walked down Wall Street, where we saw the New York Stock Exchange, Federal Hall (the first capitol, where George Washington was sworn in), and the Wall Street Bull. It was a little surreal, to be honest. Seeing the NYSE was kind of like seeing the Capitol for the first time--one of those, "Wow, really important stuff happens here" moments.

The Staten Island Ferry was great. We took it round trip without doing anything on Staten Island. Our main purpose was to catch some great sights of the city at night on the water. It was great to see the Statue of Liberty, and we all made jokes on the return trip as though we were immigrants coming to America for the first time. But, seriously, it made me stop and think about the experience of my Polish relatives as they came over. Wow. Here's a video panorama of our view from the stern of the ferry on the trip to Staten Island:

Spiritual Deafness

What a beautiful morning! I am sitting in my living room on my kelly green couch, sipping some freshly brewed coffee, and soaking up the morning sunshine. I've had a bit of a cold all week long, but I am finally starting to feel better today, thank goodness.

Last Sunday, I attended the Red Mass and John Carroll Society brunch. The Red Mass is a special Mass for the legal profession, attended by many members of the Supreme Court, and the John Carroll Society is a professional organization for Catholics in Washington. The coolest part was seeing Justice Sotomayor. At the brunch, everyone gave a standing ovation for Sotomayor, but not for the other justices--including Chief Justice Roberts! Heh, whoops.

Bible study is still going well. Last night, we went through Chapter 7 of Mark. In response to verses 31-37, we had a discussion about spiritual deafness. What causes spiritual deafness for you? How do you know when you're deaf? How are you healed? For me, spiritual deafness is when things just don't feel quite right, when my heart feels clouded with guilt for the ways in which I have been neglecting my relationship with God. Spiritual deafness also manifests itself in my prayer life when I fail to listen to God, instead rambling my prayers thoughtlessly, or else by not taking the time to pray at all. In Mark, "people brought to [Jesus] a deaf man," which resonates with me: it is often the accountability and encouragement of others that opens the door to reconciliation for me. Thankfully, I don't feel spiritually deaf right now, though I do want to work on the consistency of my prayer life. I think I need to commit to some regular daily devotional exercise, like the Rosary or the Liturgy of the Hours or something. Any ideas? What has helped your prayer life to become more consistent?

Spring Break

This past week was my much-needed Spring Break. I discovered this week that I really do love the Bay Area. The weather is mild, the culture is thriving, the people are my friends and family. When I left for D.C., I figured that moving to the East Coast would solidify my love of the Bay Area, and it has. This is not to the detriment of my appreciation for D.C., and how glad I am to be living here for another two years. Rather, moving away has shed some light on the subtle blessings that I have enjoyed growing up in the Bay Area.

I spent Monday through Wednesday in Berkeley, which was fantastic. I went to Monday night meeting at ADX. It felt strange to not know half of the girls in the room. I got to have coffee with a lot of different friends, and I was glad to see that our conversations picked up where they last left off, a confirmation of true friendship. FHE at the Alumni House was a lot of fun, and delicious! I also got my Newman Hall fix--I went to Mass, I had dinner at the rectory, and went to Seekers. Seekers was so adorable for making me a sign! A bunch of us went out to Nations afterward, which was great. And, I got to hang out with Robert, who makes me smile so much. :-)

While in Berkeley, I also got a chance to visit East Bay Sanctuary Covenant, a non-profit that provides legal services to immigrants and refugees. I have an offer to intern with them this summer, which I will probably accept. Berkeley kids, you know that one door labeled "The Living Room" on the side of Trinity United Methodist (the church across the street from the RSF)? Well, that door leads to the basement of the church, where EBSC is located! What a small world. I'm still hoping to hear back from some other summer internships, but at least I have one opportunity lined up.

Outside of my visit to Berkeley, I spent my Spring Break in Sunnyvale with my family. It was a low-key visit, which was nice. I got some studying done, but, more importantly, I now feel sufficiently recharged to tackle the second half of the semester. (Finals start in 6 weeks, wow!) This break provided me a chance for a little introspection, since I was continually asked "How is law school?!" My answer is that law school is tough, but good. Last semester was a lot of trial and error, but I feel far more confident about where I'm going this semester. Hopefully, I'll be able to maintain a firm reliance upon God for my strength in these last four weeks of Lent, and last two months of my first year of law school.

In Like a Lion

The reason why my Criminal Justice class was canceled this morning:


Snow is so adorable! Also, snowflakes really do have a hexagonal crystal structure, as I learned from the railing outside of my window:


Well, I think I'll just have some coffee, do some reading, and enjoy my snow globe-esque view of the city!