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November 22nd, 2012 | Rachel
Happy Thanksgiving From The Hundleys!
My family is gathered in Charleston, South Carolina for Thanksgiving this year. My parents sold the house we had here, so we are renting a condo on the beautiful Isle of Palms.
I got to spend some times with old friends the past two days, even passing through my college stomping grounds in Athens, Georgia.
Instead of cooking dinner in our rented kitchen, we decided to take it easy this year and have Thanksgiving lunch at Poogan’s Porch, a great upscale Southern food restaurant downtown. We had perfectly prepared smoked turkey, ham, stuffing, gravy, corn pudding, mashed potatoes, green beans, cranberry sauce and exceptionally good biscuits. We framed our main course with she-crab soup, corn chowder, chocolate pecan bars, pumpkin cheese pie, and cranberry streusel.
Now we are back at the condo napping off the tryptophan. Tonight I’m introducing the rest of my family to Apples to Apples!
I hope you have had a wonderful day with your own loved ones, whoever they may be. If you had to work today, I hope you get to relax and celebrate tomorrow or this weekend.
Last November I wrote daily(ish) blog posts about things for which I am thankful. You can see that full list here. Thank you so much for reading my blog. I hope the next year will be even more interesting to follow as the new business comes to life.
November 17th, 2012 | Rachel
This is even worst than that time I dumped the new bag of Verve coffee beans on the floor at work.
[For those of you who are regular readers of my blog, you may remember a previous dedicated to failure.]
Its Friday night. Its been raining on and off all day. And I’m bundled up on my sofa wallowing in self-pity.
This seems to be one of those things that people on all sides don’t like to talk about, but the results for the 2012 California bar exam were released earlier tonight, and, much to my surprise, I wasn’t on the pass list.
I was a little nervous about the results simply due to the nature of what was at stake, but I wasn’t too worried about how I would fair because I’ve thought I had this one in the bag since I took the exam in July.
This isn’t my first bar exam. I took the New York exam right after law school and practically skipped back to my hotel when it was over because I knew I had killed it. Those feelings were confirmed a few months later when I got my results: pass.
I thought there was going to be an advantage to taking a second exam after passing another state. I thought the psychological advantage combined with thorough studying would be a guaranteed pass. All of the opinions solicited from my friends who had taken a second state seemed to support these assumptions.
As I did for the New York exam, I wrote out by hand a thousand flash cards covering the material in my Bar Bri books. I spent hours every day sitting at my kitchen table as I read through my books and made note cards. As the test neared, I reviewed the Bar Bri strategy for answering essay and practical test questions and read through a number of the practice questions.
Looking back (in the three hours I’ve had to reflect on this unfortunate turn of events), I think there were a few key differences my preparations for the New York and the California exams. I am sharing them not only to vent my overwhelming frustrating (and desperately search for an answer for WHYYYYY??), but also to document my experience for everyone in Internetland who will one take a second bar exam, particularly California.
First and foremost, I didn’t take a formal bar review class for the California bar. Those programs are pretty expensive and this effort was funded by me and my parents, so I just bought the books off of eBay for $200 and relied on my own self discipline to make it through all of the material in time. This seemed to be the strategy that many friends had taken and had received favorable results.
Second, I took the New York exam the summer after law school while I was still living in Chapel Hill. All of my friends were studying for bar exams, and I had study buddies who were also taking the New York exam. I still had a little fun, but life for everyone that summer was centered around studying. This meant that there were people around me that understood first hand how boring and uninspiring studying for a bar exam can be. This second time around, my non-lawyer friends tried hard to be supportive, but it was impossible for them to relate to what I was doing, and much of the time I felt like I was silently suffering alone. Even worse, I encountered a few well-intentioned but annoyingly misguided people who insisted I was studying too much.
Third, and probably the biggest contributing factor to my lack of success with the California exam, I was trying to balance studying with not just one but two jobs this past summer. This was when I was working at the restaurant, which I really loved doing, and also had my day job that paid considerably more. I ended up quitting the restaurant job the week before the exam because I realized how much time it was consuming, but I’m afraid I made that decision too late. Even more irritating is that I was spending considerably more time at the restaurant than at my other job and wasn’t making enough money to support myself. That combined with a frivolous post-exam extravaganza has left me with a credit card bill that I am still paying off.
Fourth, even before I get the break down of my score, I know the reason I failed was the multistate multiple choice exam (despite the fact that I passed with a high score last time). I decided against doing practice questions, and had I done so, I would have realized that criminal procedure was going to be tested a whole lot more than I was expecting. I didn’t take crim pro in law school and now recall having to study that subject a little harder while prepping for the New York exam. Most of the other information on the California exam was facts I already had buried in my brain, but I found myself in the middle of the MBE this time around wishing I had reviewed criminal procedure more thoroughly. Again, to make a terrible situation even more irritating, if I had waited a year to take the exam, I would have been eligible for the attorney exam, which doesn’t include the multistate exam.
It is a frustrating, deflating experience, to say the least — particularly in light of the financial, emotional and time investments made by my family and friends. I feel like I let everyone down, and none more so than myself.
Maybe my next post will include some sort of perspective or insight, but for now I’m just sad.
September 17th, 2012 | Rachel
Almost-Full Moon over the Man at Burning Man
I am going to deviate from the true intention of this blog for one more post. I have a lot of friends on the east coast who don’t know much (if anything) about Burning Man, so here are a few photos and a weak attempt at sharing my own experience. It is hard to describe exactly what Burning Man is, but I can tell you it isn’t as scary as you probably think it is.
Going into the week, I was a little nervous about what I was getting myself into. The prevailing view among those who haven’t been is that it is a bunch of naked people doing a bunch of drugs in the desert. Although it is true that I encountered both, it was such an peripheral part of my experience that I find it hardly worth mentioning.
Instead, I present to you the Ten Principles of Burning Man, as stolen from their website:
- Radical Inclusion – Anyone may be a part of Burning Man. We welcome and respect the stranger. No prerequisites exist for participation in our community.
- Gifting – Burning Man is devoted to acts of gift giving. The value of a gift is unconditional. Gifting does not contemplate a return or an exchange for something of equal value.
- Decommodification – In order to preserve the spirit of gifting, our community seeks to create social environments that are unmediated by commercial sponsorships, transactions, or advertising. We stand ready to protect our culture from such exploitation. We resist the substitution of consumption for participatory experience.
- Radical Self-reliance – Burning Man encourages the individual to discover, exercise and rely on his or her inner resources.
- Radical Self-expression – Radical self-expression arises from the unique gifts of the individual. No one other than the individual or a collaborating group can determine its content. It is offered as a gift to others. In this spirit, the giver should respect the rights and liberties of the recipient.
- Communal Effort – Our community values creative cooperation and collaboration. We strive to produce, promote and protect social networks, public spaces, works of art, and methods of communication that support such interaction.
- Civic Responsibility – We value civil society. Community members who organize events should assume responsibility for public welfare and endeavor to communicate civic responsibilities to participants. They must also assume responsibility for conducting events in accordance with local, state and federal laws.
- Leaving No Trace – Our community respects the environment. We are committed to leaving no physical trace of our activities wherever we gather. We clean up after ourselves and endeavor, whenever possible, to leave such places in a better state than when we found them.
- Participation – Our community is committed to a radically participatory ethic. We believe that transformative change, whether in the individual or in society, can occur only through the medium of deeply personal participation. We achieve being through doing. Everyone is invited to work. Everyone is invited to play. We make the world real through actions that open the heart.
- Immediacy – Immediate experience is, in many ways, the most important touchstone of value in our culture. We seek to overcome barriers that stand between us and a recognition of our inner selves, the reality of those around us, participation in society, and contact with a natural world exceeding human powers. No idea can substitute for this experience.
So what does all of that look like in practice? It looks like a bizarre, pop-up city (called “Black Rock City”) in the middle of a very flat ancient lake bed in the Nevada desert that is made up of thousands of camps full of refreshingly friendly people wearing anything from casual hiking attire to elaborate, colorful costumes. The lay out, which spans two miles, looks like this:
Burning Man, as seen from Google Earth
In the center of the circle is a large structure with a “man” on top that is burned at the end of the week. You’ll see what I mean in the photos below. The road lining the camps closest to the Man is called the “Esplanade” and features some of the more developed camps. I was fortunate enough to be a part of one of those camps.
In the center of the city, in the space between the camps and the Man, there are dozens of other very large art installations. Driving throughout the streets of the city and the empty spaces around the sculptures on the playa are elaborately decorated “art cars” (although many were built out of RVs, trucks and buses) shaped like giant warthogs or fish or toilets or ships or even octopuses with flames shooting out of the legs.
Since we were in the middle of the desert, the elements were pretty harsh at times, and my friend Davina and I built a 6′ hexayurt out of rigid insulation board to keep us cool during the day and warm at night. Although it was a little small for the two of us, it worked beautifully.
Once you have your housing situation set up, you have nothing on your agenda except exploring Black Rock City and accepting whatever adventures come your way.
Making an ice run aboard the Warthog art car
Sculptures and the Man
Temple of Juno
My absolute favorite time of day was between 6pm and 8pm because the sun would make its slow decent behind the mountains and for about two hours the temperature would be perfect.
Sculptures and Art Car at Sunset
Sadly, I don’t have any photos of nighttime to share with you. Black Rock City is fascinating to see during the day, but at night it is mind blowing. The elaborate lights of the theme camps and the art cars are a little reminiscent of Las Vegas… if Dr. Seuss had been the city planner and chief architect.
My week at Burning Man was a little unusual because a big focus of it was the wedding of two friends, Liz and Eric. They commissioned a sculpture made out of large panels of painted glass (pictured below) and were married in front of it… by a pirate. No, really.
Beautiful day for a Pirate Wedding
I have to pause for a moment and tell you about this wedding. Although I was camping with a larger theme camp, my sub-camp was the entire wedding party, and included both sets of parents, as well as a number of aunts, uncles, and siblings. On the evening of the wedding, the wedding guests were picked up in an art car called the Black Light Lounge and were driven out to Liz and Eric’s wedding sculpture where the bride, groom, and family were waiting.
We gathered around them, and all of the sudden a small art car shaped like a boat drove up and a pirate stepped out. The pirate greeted Liz and Eric, and Liz told the pirate that she and Eric were supposed to get married but their officiant was not present (which was kind of true because they had been assigned an officiant by Burning Man but decided it wasn’t a good fit). The pirate told them not to fear because he could marry them, at which point he pulled out a scroll, opened it, and performed a beautiful ceremony. At the end, after Liz and Eric exchanged very sincere vows, they stepped over the pirates sword and were officially wed.
Liz tossed her bouquet, and we all boarded the Black Light Lounge, which took us back to our camp where a champagne reception was waiting. We were then ushered back to our sub-camp where we had a cocktails, passed hors d’oeuvres, and a gourmet dinner (keep in mind we are still in the desert). Several members of the newlyweds’ families gave speeches, and then we all boarded the Black Light Lounge once again (only now it was stocked with a full open bar) and cruised the Playa until the sun rose. A small group of dedicated wedding guests — myself included — gathered at the “Bubbles and Bass” party next door (held every morning from 6am until noon) before finally going to bed.
It was definitely a wedding to remember.
Watching the sun rise became a regular part of my daily events, and my favorite place to do so was with a collection of DJs with their own mobile sound system called Robot Heart.
Sunrise with Robot Heart
Sunrise on the Playa
An art car rides off into the sunrise
There were so many things that made my first week at Burning Man very special and life changing, and one of them was the people I camped with. Just about everyone at Burning Man is extremely friendly and open to the people around them. It made it so easy to meet new, interesting people throughout the week. The people I camped with were no exception. They were all so intelligent and multidimensional and were always fun to be around. I have no doubt I am going to keep in touch with many of them for years to come.
My Wonderful Campmates!
And of course I appreciate any opportunity to wear a fun outfit :-)
One of many carefully orchestrated outfits for the week
I will end with briefly mentioning the burns. Burning Man started in 1986 when a small group of people got together and burned a n 8′ tall wooden man. The exact reasons why they decided to do this are unclear, but the tradition has grown every year, and now a number of other wooden sculptures are burned as well.
Burning something can be symbolic in a number of ways, and each of the burns I witnessed was very different from the others. The burning of the Man is the peak of the week, and it is marked by a lot of celebrating. The temple burn, on the other hand, which usually happens the next day, is a very solemn and reflective event. I also watched the burning of two independent art projects, one of which was called Burn Wall Street. The sculptures were large buildings modeled after some of the large banks and the New York Stock Exchange. The buildings were open during the week for an assortment of activities, and then on Saturday night at 1am they burned them down. I have a video of some of the burn posted on YouTube: Burn Wall Street.
I thought each burn was interesting for different reasons. For all of them, the 7th grade pyromaniac inside of me was filled with glee.
The burning of the Man
Dust devils created by the burning of the Man
Crowd watching the Man burn
Burn Wall Street
The burning of the Temple of Juno
A phoenix rising from the burning of the temple??
Crowd watching the temple burn
I’m hesitant to write anything about the week because I know I can’t do it justice. My first time at Burning Man was incredible. A lot of people call it “home” because of the complete freedom and acceptance it provides and the community that is built on those and other shared values.
There was a moment after the Man burned when I walked toward the fallen, burning sculpture and was approached by a random person who handed me a handmade metal Man, gave me a hug, looked me in the eyes, and said “Welcome Home.” It was the first time someone had said it to me since my arrival, and suddenly I understood what it meant.
I will definitely be returning next year.
September 8th, 2012 | Rachel
I tried to warn you about my busy summer. Were it not for all of the photos on my phone, I wouldn’t believe the past two months actually happened. Here’s a brief recap of what I’ve been up to, and then we can get back to business.
I saw my mom graduate with a PhD in Computer Science (yay mom!).
I studied for the California bar exam. Not fun at all.
I celebrated my mom’s 60th birthday with family and friends in Alabama — she’s had an eventful summer too.
I took the California bar exam… and wore the same dress I bought for the New York exam for the third and last day. I feel pretty good about the exam, but the results don’t come out until November.
I embarked on a celebratory road trip.
I partied in Vegas.
I visited L.A. for the first time… and liked it more than I thought I would.
I went to Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival in San Francisco (here I am at Explosions in the Sky!!!).
I celebrated my three-year anniversary with Steve in Napa (thank you Valerie for this awesome shot!).
And I went to Burning Man.
Yeah… Burning Man.
Anyway, that’s that. The Summer of ’12 has been one for the history books. Now it is time for business. Stay tuned.
June 13th, 2012 | Rachel
I hate the idea of going more than two weeks without posting, but the truth of the matter is my June and July are looking to be a little lackluster… and rightfully so, because I am taking the California bar exam July 24-26 and should be using the next month and a half to study. As many of you already know, I have already taken and passed the New York bar exam, so this experience isn’t as daunting as it was the first time around. Preparing for this exam involves learning a lot of information about 17 specific areas of law, and it is not very exciting… so that is all I am going to say about that.
Much easier with a cappuccino
In other news, I’m officially a Californian resident with a Californian license plate and driver’s license! Having the West Virginia plate (a remnant from when it belonged to my dad) made for an easy conversation starter (“Did you really drive that van all the way from West Virgina??”), but I’m pretty sure the other drivers on the road assumed I was a bumpkin who couldn’t drive.
Officially a California girl
Also newsworthy is Steve’s new apartment in Las Vegas. He bought it as an investment, but we get to have a sweet party pad for the rest of the year.
We started off one particularly great night at Spiegelworld‘s Absinthe, which was highly entertaining and almost as mesmerizing as the past Spiegelword shows I saw when the tent came to South Street Seaport in New York City. Absinthe has the human feats of Cirque du Soleil mixed with the sensuality of burlesque, all on an circular stage surrounded a pretty intimate audience (the Las Vegas tent is bigger than the tent used in New York and Miami). Leading the show are two very funny but very lewd hosts, so if you are easily offended this show is not for you.
Waiting in line to pick up our tickets for Absinthe
Even in Las Vegas people would rather be in France.
Upon the recommendation of our concierge, we went to the Tuesday industry night at Chateau Nightclub (Paris), which is on the roof of the casino under the Eiffel Tower. Brilliantly fun night.
A nightclub with cotton candy? Yes, please.
I am looking forward to many more fun nights in that city this year.
While I am on the subject of the pseudo-French, I tried out some macarons at Kelly’s French Bakery here in Santa Cruz. Working at the Three Green Ducks took my bakery snobbery to almost impossible heights, and, so far, most bakeries in this area have been nothing short of disappointing. [I'll save my rant about Gayle's Bakery in Capitola for another day.] Kelly’s “French” Bakery is no exception, and in addition to bad service and bagels (why??), my first experience there involved a terrible cherry pie that was made too many days prior and was served straight out of the refrigerator (cold and gelatinous… awful). Although Kelly’s has managed to make macarons that look right (which I admit is a difficult task), the taste and texture was abysmal, and it hurts my heart to think of all the people whose only experience with French macarons are from Kelly’s (and judging from the gushing reviews it gets, there are many).
Coffee break at Kelly’s French Bakery [sic] in Santa Cruz
The three good things I can say about this bakery are 1. the location is lovely, with a huge court yard and in close proximity to a number of wineries and other shops; 2. I love the font of the sign; and 3. the sandwiches, while overpriced and not very French, are pretty good.
I don’t want to end this post on a cranky, negative note, so check out the gorgeous flowers on Steve’s cactus in the backyard. Gardening is one of my study breaks, and now that the afternoons are a consistent 72 degrees, the backyard is one of my favorite places to be.
Well, back to studying.