I collected a lot of business cards during my interviews.  Since I rank everything else in my life, why not these?  Brace yourself, this whole post is basically a waste of your time.  We begin with my least favorite:

Eh.

Nothing terrible about this card, I just didn’t care for it.  Other cards pulled off the “plain” look better.

The orange doesn’t really do it for me.

Bonus points for having Japanese writing (I would have given him more if it was completely random, but he actually runs the Tokyo office).  Not so much for the Exorcist-vomit green.

The attorney’s name is too small, and awkwardly placed, but I like the red.

Too much explanation underneath both the attorney and firm names, but not terrible.

I like this format, but I’m not crazy about the whiteness of the card.  A format this plain needs a  little more “bone.”

I like the font a lot.  A little too cluttered, otherwise this might be higher.

Pretty solid, nice color.  A good size for the attorney’s name.

Skadden should have kept the old card.  It looks pretty awesome.

I love most things about this card.  It’s also one of the highest quality cards in the bunch.

Sorry for the terrible scan.  The “GD&C” is embossed, which is pretty awesome.  I’m also a huge fan of the Gibson blue.  Good news, because this could easily be my future business card.

Eggshell with Romalian type. What do you think? ...
Raised lettering, pale nimbus... white.
Impressive. Very nice.
Hmm.
Let's see Paul Allen's card.
Look at that subtle off-white coloring.
The tasteful thickness of it.
Oh, my God. It even has a watermark. 

Also, my friend Brandon has lived for 24 years, today.  I’d like to note that only two of those have been in the same city as me, something that should be changed immediately.

I saw this on Joanna’s status, and it made me miss Austin.

Hipster girls of Austin – m4w – 24 (Seemingly anywhere PBR is had)
Date: 2009-09-22, 12:23AM CDT

I see you, cute hipster girls of Austin. I see you rocking that Deep V wheelset at the Thursday night social ride, or writing the next great American collection of poems at the corner table at Quack’s, or browsing the Mamet archives at the Harry Ransom Center, or listening to the XX on your iPod at a bus stop because the Dirty Projectors are so two months ago. I see you with your wisely chosen and very artful and very sexy tattoos, your carefully-but-not-too-carefully maintained hair, perhaps with highlights of an unusual, biologically impossible color. I see you with your impeccably snazzy clothes, no doubt skillfully curated from countless Cream Vintage visits.

And I just want all of you to know: you are all very hot. Every Pitchfork-reading, farmer’s-market-shopping, liberal-arts-college-educated inch of you.

I know I can never be with you, cute hipster girl. My bicycle has not only brakes, but multiple gears. It is, in fact, a hybrid, the fanny pack of the bicycle world. I am entirely free of tattoos. My facial hair is patchy at best, so I am unable to grow a beard. I live west of I-35. I am not a member of a lo-fi shoegaze indie pop band that sometimes gigs at Progress Coffee, and indeed I can’t play any musical instruments. I can’t even play the ukulele, the fanny pack of the indie rock world. I find Wes Anderson somewhat tedious, and I have not read a single issue of McSweeney’s in anything even vaguely resembling its entirety. My jeans do not hug my legs, and I do not have a single stylishly retro vest or hat in my closet. I rarely listen to KUT or KVRX. Although I own a Moleskine, I have to be honest with you — I don’t really write in it that much. I went to the Chuck Close show at the Austin Museum of Art and I’m pretty sure I didn’t get it. I shop at HEB and not Wheatsville.

My appreciation of Hall and Oates is entirely non-ironic. I occasionally eat meat.

But the biggest problem, hipster girl of Austin, is that you’re just too intimidating in your good taste and vaguely-counterculture-but-not-threateningly-eccentric hotness for me to ever work up the pluck to talk to you. I know I will never be cool enough. Le sigh.

But that’s okay. You still brighten my vinyl happy hours at Waterloo Records and my Shangri-La visits. Thank you, hipster girl. You rock my world, and you make it look so easy. Carry on with your Bianchi Pista self.

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Everyone should go watch this film, Play Land, by my friend Bradley Jackson.  He’s a finalist in The Doorpost Film Project, competing for $100,000.  It stars one of my favorite comedians, John Ramsey, and it’s wonderful.  Details on how to vote can be found here. 

If you enjoyed that, check out the short that got him into the finals.  It’s about being asked the question, “what is your biggest weakness?”  Also starring John Ramsey, and also hilarious.

Interview week is over.  I think it went really well.  In the next two weeks I’ll be flying to New York for a day or two, and then LA for five or six.  It should be fun, and I’ll (hopefully) tell you all about it via this blog.  A friend from UCLA had a blog post ranking his law firm lunches and dinners.  I may steal that idea, or change it slightly depending on what goes on.

School starts tomorrow, and I’m finding it difficult to resume the life of a student.  It’s been nearly four months since I’ve had daily classes, and with interviews (and perfect weather) on my mind it will probably take me a few weeks to get back in the groove.  I only have one reading assignment for tomorrow, and it’s taken me all day to read three pages.  Hello, procrastination.

My classes for this semester are as follows:

Constitutional Law: First Amendment – pretty much what it sounds like.

Copyright – taught by a visiting professor from Georgetown (Julie Cohen) who wrote the textbook, and seems awesome.

Communications and Internet Law and Policy – the class I’m most looking forward to, taught by a prominent cyberlaw scholar named Yochai Benkler.  He also has one of the best beards I’ve ever seen.

Leadership in the Public Sector – the class I’m least excited about, but might be a sleeper hit.  It’s taught by the former Assistant Solicitor General under Clinton, who was a Watergate prosecutor.

The classes are interesting, but my schedule isn’t fantastic.  I have one class Monday and Tuesday (Benkler), but an 8:20 class on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.  Next semester, when I have more control over my schedule, I’m gonna do everything in my power to have no class on Friday.

I should actually do my reading before it’s too late.  Coming up next: the best of the law firm business cards.