I’m beginning to feel like a bout of alzheimers is coming on, but if you want to continue I’m game - although we should probably take this off line. You can contact me at musash1@mail.anonymizer.com.

I don’t remember slope day, but I do remember snow in June. Also the first snowfall every year saw everyone swiping dining trays from the Straight to use for sledding down the slope

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slope_Day

We all knew that the school was really communist. Big Red. Siberian winter. Bear as mascot. Long queues everywhere. “I would found an Institution where any person could find instruction in any study.” Sounds very pinkish… hmm…

Unfortunately since you left, I am afraid that the school has become fascist and is undergoing a phased plan to get rid of the venerable school tradition that is Slope Day.

ROTC? Not bloody likely. I actually first learned to shoot in the basement of, I think it was called, the Ithaca Press, on Stewart Avenue near the Chapter House (of all places), I think, which printed all the rad broadsheets and was the de facto home of the local contingent of SDS, especially the irrepresible David Burack, later the Weatherpeople and various other wackos, including the TA in my German literature class, who later incinerated herself in some Bader/Meinhof escapade. I remember that she lived out in Danby with a couple of monstrous German shepherds and an equally hirsute guy who had a really impressivc collection of automatic weapons in the barn.

I met Reeves a few times; we were chasing around the same skirt from the Art Arch crowd for awhile and hanging in the Green Dragon. With my then shoulder-length Prince Galahad non-haircut I won; even then Reeves was relatively pretty cleancut. Poor girl obviously made a terrible mistake.

I also knew Daniel Berrigan, and met his brother Phillip, the Jesuits who later torched the draft office in Harrisburg. Dan was the Catholic chaplain at Cornell.

35 years ago, Bloom thought law school generally was just a kind of hopped up trade school.

My favorite hypocrite was the professor who had done construction law at Morrison Foerster, then come to teach us contracts and “Critical Legal Theory” (basically, a series of lectures by a shaggy white guy about how the law institutionalizes ‘violence’ against Negroes and ladies, and how now white guys younger than he should be penalized for his crimes). After spending his days decrying the system, he would clamber into his Porsche 911 and tool across I-90 to a manse on Mercer Island. I always wondered why this charming, engaging man was so comfortable holding on to the “blood money”, as he described it. Oh, but there goes the ad hominem so I’d better stop.

Mr. Choe, drop me a line when you get a chance. I also put your AWSJ piece on my new Asia blog. I agree with you, by the way, that Strauss has been much maligned, but remember that ad hominem attacks are a sign of a weak argument.

To stir the pot a little more, I understand what Bloom thought of the MBA education. What do you guys think he thought of the legal education as it is taught at law schools in the United States today, since at least two of you are lapsed corporate attorneys?

Oh, and thank you, The Marmot, for the compliment about my new blog. It’s still new, so there is much tinkering to do.

I hope you don’t mind that I will liberally cite/trackback this site.

James
aka Guns and Butter
aka The Asianist