My New Nephew!

We have all been waiting for this little man for a long, long time! 10-9-8 we welcomed Phineas Justin Hakanson into the world and into our family. Jennifer and Justin are going to be amazing parents, and I'm sure this is just the first of many, many smiles to come.

Locks of Love

So my hair is looking pretty good these days--as it is pretty much all days since the days when I was more head than hair, to the days of my miniature missionary cut, to the days of my part-line spike 'do, to the days of my overly-gelled, Tony Hawk wannabe, reverse-halfpipe 'do, to the days of my basketball flat top, to the other days of of my basketball flat top with bic'ed sides and then floating sideburns, to the days of my shaved head except for a short patch on top of my head, to the days of my George Clooney caesar cut, to the days of my actual-sized missionary cut, to the days of my modernized bowl cut, to the days of my hair being held down by the iron-fisted-with-razor- sharp-scissors Honor Code Office, to the days where I re-introduced Magnum P.I. wings to the world, to the days of my first fauxhawk, to the days of my first tri-colored mohawk, to the days of my early Beatles shag, and right on to my Jesus hair period. While I only get mistaken for Jesus these days by strange, afro'ed, fifteen year old lifeguards at Ragin' Waters, it's never too late to document any phase of hair growth (as evidenced by the envelopes of hair that my mom still has from my first three haircuts--even then she knew that my hair was destined for greatness).
One of these heads of hair belongs to me and the other belongs to my aunt, can you guess which is which?

Field Trip

This is a field trip we took to Kennecott Copper Mine. It was a while ago, but it was awesome. It was windy.

Shorter Hair, Longer Resume

I was busily advocating all of my clients' needs and interests when Vanessa reminded me of this whole blog phenomenon that continues to proliferate throughout the cyberworld. Seriously people, can we just calm the blogging down for a minute and get back to what the www was invented for? I'm talking about porn of course. There are probably tens and tens of people out there whose sick sexual fantasies and fetishes are not being satisfied because people are sitting around spending hour after hour writing nonsense that they assume the rest of the world will find earth-shattering, humorous, and all-important. The world doesn't care about your innermost thoughts. It cares about what you can contribute to the constantly-threatened and ever-endangered annals of web-accessible porn. Let us put down our blogging keyboards and pick up our night-vision-enabled webcams and together we can save the internet. We cannot rest until all 12 of the remaining fetishist/pervert/freaks-the-likes-of-which-you-cannot-even-begin-to-fathom-how- depraved-they-might-be has a home on the internet and can safely explore their individuality and deepest desires.

On a completely unrelated note, I am now a real live lawyer/box-lifter. Not the other way around.

This is not a joke.

This is no laughing matter. I passed the bar.

How am I going to spend all summer at the pool working on my tan when I have to wear a suit and be a lawyer?
Can I just wear a tie with my speedo? Maybe a bowtie?

A Joke I Heard . . .

A man walks into a bar.

The bartender--er, proctor. The bar-proctor says, "Man, you should have studied more."

I'm baaaaaaaack!

Well, maybe. I probably won't be able to maintain this blistering blogging pace. But I thought I'd post something since I'm looking for pretty much any excuse to avoid studying for the bar. It's coming up in less than two weeks. That's both good and bad. Bad in the sense that I'm not really prepared and yet I'm blogging instead of studying. Good in that I will finally have it over and won't have to feel guilty about not actually studying anymore. So anyway, call it a blog. Here's a coupla random pictures: