I'm The Law Here. All The Law.

The Supreme Court's release of Heller has got to be the most exciting legal development I have observed. I had classmates who kept clicking the refresh button on their browser Thursday morning until the decision was available. Cheers went up in class when the decision came out. It derailed at least one class. Several people delved into the Court's analysis without being assigned to. It wasn't quite like anything else I've seen in law school. I was disappointed I had to miss the next session of constitutional law and didn't get to hear professor Guinn on the subject.

Instead, yesterday's adventure was to Houston for the Texas Bar Association's Law Student Division board meeting. It was a straightforward meeting. We elected our officers for the next year and reviewed our several responsibilities. I should have enough going on to keep me busy. Fortunately, I apparently enjoy operating on a slight but perpetual level of sleep deprivation.

I made sure to visit the contemporary arts museum while I was in town. I especially enjoyed the vivid, grotesque style of Barnaby Furnas and David Rathman's distillation of westerns (the links are only examples and weren't in the collections I saw, in case you were wondering). Given the intersection over the last couple of days of guns, law, and art, I thought I'd borrow the title of one of Rathman's pieces for this post.