Tuesday, October 9, 2012

The Flopper

Today in law school I learned… about the assumption of risk.

These days most fairgrounds only feature rides that spin in a circle, and their names all correspond with that motion: The Twister! The Spinarama! The Wheelie! The Whirl-A-Hurl!

But in 1929 at Steeplechase Amusement Co. in Coney Island, there was a fun little ramp/conveyor belt ride called "The Flopper." Fun for most, anyway. Poor Mr. Murphy didn't have such a good time. Described by the court as a "vigorous man," Murphy set prudence aside in favor of chasing tail and followed his lady friend onto the ride. The bad news is he ended up with a busted knee. The good news is that this lady ended up marrying him. Worth it?
As to the injuries, the court basically said too bad, sucker. You should of known better. "The very name above the gate, The Flopper, was warning to the timid." And thus, the (almost) famous adage was born: "if you wanna flop, be prepared for the drop."

But the reason I wanted to blog about this case was the following quote from Justice Cardozo. It's got it all: balls, thrusting, clergy, etc.:

 "One who takes part in such a sport accepts the dangers that inhere in it so far as they are obvious and necessary, just as a fencer accepts the risk of a thrust by his antagonist or a spectator at a ball game the chance of contact with the ball. The antics of the clown are not the paces of the cloistered cleric. The rough and boisterous joke, the horseplay of the crowd, evokes its own guffaws, but they are not the pleasures of tranquility."

Wee!

Another ass in law school

Today's Torts reading got weird.

"The groans, ineffably and mournfully sad, of Davies' dying donkey, have resounded around the earth. The last lingering gaze from the soft, mild eyes of this docile animal, like the last parting sunbeams of the softest day in spring, has appealed to and touched the hearts of men."

I cried and wrote a country song all at once reading that.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Today in law school I learned…

"You should keep your stacks of flax far from the tracks."

LeRoy Fibre Co. v. Chciago, Milwaukee & St Paul Ry.
232 U.S. 340 (1914)

Ditto-Tang Concoction: Not even once.

I am going to start a new series here called "Today in Law School I Learned…" It will feature tidbits, random facts and asides culled from the casebooks that are outside the scope of the actual study of law. In other words, this is the fun stuff that you learn from reading crazy court cases—not the kind of stuff you expect to learn in law school… or that will be appear on the exams.

 Today's fact comes from Padula v. State (1979).

Today in law school I learned… that drinking a mixture of "ditto fluid" and Tang is not a bright idea. You may lose your vision or your life. Why would someone even try drinking this shit? Because they are crazy, driven by "an irresistible impulse," apparently. After doing some more research, I discovered that the ditto drinkers were committed to a mental hospital for heroin addiction, and that stinky ditto ink is made with methanol. So I guess they were just really, really craving a hit.

Ditto-Tang: Not even once.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Back 2 School

Decided to dust off the ol' blogger one more time and make a real go of it… or at least have the outlet available to me if I need a space for some creative writing when I start law school in just a couple weeks. Although I imagine most of my work will be done on my laptop, I felt compelled to go "back to school"shopping this week. Surely I'll need some…paper? pencils? What the hell do you buy for law school? Will 64 colors of crayon be enough? Are kids still using those TI-calculators? I'm clueless. It only took about 5 minutes of meandering through the Back to School aisles of Target before I felt super awkward. As much as I was drawn to the hipster Minnie Mouse spiral notebook, nothing seemed appropriate for a 30-year-old professional.
I think it's time to shop for things like leather-bound notebooks and expensive pens… the kind of serious paper supplies you find at an Office Depot or something. I feel boring already.