Marketing a Day of Love

Valentines Day. A day for love, a day for candy, a day for flowers, a day for gifts, and a night of presumably sex. A day specified by society to celebrate ones love for another/others. Funny, last I checked, shouldn't we spend everyday showing our love for others? Today, ahem, excuse me, yesterday, is still a beautiful day. Everything red, roses, flowers, candy, smiles, hugs, and kisses. For couples, this day can be glorious and dreadful, one gets to express and spoil the other silly, but may dread having to plan it out the week prior and hopes everything goes as planned. Singles, its the longest 24 hours, being brought to your attention, front and center, how everyone around seems to have another, while you don't. Sadly, I am one of those. But, it doesn't affect me as much as one could imagine. I got plenty of love and get plenty of love, no get your head out of it. I have love for all my friends and their significant others, we are all family in my eyes. I get love from my family. Direct and extended.

I can only smile and enjoy the day as I should for Valentines Day is simply another way businesses make money (great marketing) and we help our economy cycle the money...

Digression.

I was watching television the other day and caught a quote from Whoopi who has been documented stating she struggled with drug addiction. She and a few other ladies had been discussing the situation Charlie Sheen was in and how all these people have strong opinions about him and his actions. Whoopi was quoted explaining that "experience trumps assumptions." That no one has a valid opinion about something they do not have experience in. We make assumptions everyday. Its how we rationalize things, how we are able to formulate opinions, how we may run our lives. They're very dangerous, and yet we often do this without conscious.

"Experience Trumps Assumptions"

So simple, yet so true, on all levels. Are we entitled to an opinion? Absolutely. Should we voice it for the sake of letting it be known? Absolutely not. Then again, who am I to say what we should do or not do. I'm not an elective official, or a legislator, I'm just another person with an opinion... when I can formulate one.

I've neglected to update this sooner. I won't disrespect you and make up an excuse. I will admit I have been avoiding doing such because I don't want to necessarily disclose all in my heart and soul. I am retreating to that hermit-tality, in fear of ridicule or scorn, judgment.

That hermit-tality doesn't extend in all directions, I still have some level of discloser involved.

A Process Evolving Into a Technique

This process takes much more effort than one would imagine. I sit here in the new school library, about an hour and a half into my session, where the desk are oversized and the librarians are mere middle-men from the top about the message of even having packaged food sitting on these desk. Its understandable, its a new building with new furniture, it still has the shiny gloss and new smell. Either way, I'm at a road block on my path to writing a legal brief. It is nothing more than a "zero" draft where grades do not exist but extensive scrutiny is standard. It is used as a tool to help students get started on writing and provide feedback on whether or not we are headed in the right direction. Currently, I feel as though I'm discombobulated, turned around, facing the wrong direction. Everything around me looks exactly the same. Am I in a house of mirrors? Where is that light ahead of that will guide me in the right direction towards word vomiting a legal brief. I apologize if my words depict a certain childish tone, I'm merely attempting to extract an idea, thought, or opinion on the matter at hand. Criminal Procedure, 4th Amendment Rights, Illegal Search and Seizure, Legitimate Expectation of Privacy, Standing. I have that grasp of my topic, what to argue, how to argue, and for the most part, how to organize it. Unfortunately, the rock that is this topic has found itself stuck in a ditch atop the hill equivalent to Mount Whitney. Did I get it stuck up in the Sequoias? Maybe my "rock" is actually Half Dome. Doesn't seem like its going to be moving anywhere fast. Of course, its not necessarily the end of the world to turn something in that is as bare bones as Lindsey Lohan on her drug run. But what use will I get out of my conference with my professor when all she has to look at is a blank piece of paper. My issue begins with just that, where do I begin? What does my first sentence say? What will make the most sense to the Judge (in this case, my professor)? Will she formulate the opinion that my written "zero" draft work is inferior to the prisoner brief's she receives at her job? A striving, starving, struggling, law student attempting to muster up a few legal words to form a brief, creating a document that looks and sounds worst than an uneducated prisoner trying to salvage his life. Definitely Possible, but highly improbable. Lets just hope that isn't the case and I pull out a masterpiece like Mozart's Requiem - that was amazing.

Now, I must digress... On to Mr. William B. Mitchell... Hello Mr. Mitchell, I am your fake defense attorney, I will be writing a Memorandum of Points and Authorities in support of granting the Motion to Suppress evidence seized incident to warrantless search.

Boom. HELP!