Well, as the more than three hundred angry letters in my inbox would indicate, my week-long leave of absence has seriously upset some people. I apologize for this, but I assure you that it was not without cause. I've been off doing my normal good deeds--righting wrongs, kissing babies, hitting on meter maids--but the bulk of my time in the last week was eaten up by law review duties.
A word on that: I used to sympathize with professors when they complained about the absurdity of giving student editors so much control over their articles, and in some cases, their professional future. It made sense to me that certain legal academics would call for peer-edited journals, and I was puzzled as to why this didn't seem to happen much. Well, the answer--which I'm sure has been obvious to everyone that's worked on a journal but me--is that professor-edited journals will never proliferate because professors would never, ever, ever, nerver, want to do all of the shit work that is generated by some of the messy crap that authors send us. Don't get me wrong--I like the library just as much as the next guy. But while I'm sneezing my way thru the undergraduate library for three hours because a professor got lazy and quoted something from an Amazon.com entry, I realize exactly why it is that they give us this gig in the first place. Because we're dumb enough to do it.
So, yeah. My journal work is done for at least a few weeks, which means I can get back to my first love: Writing about The West Wing. The previews have looked badass, and I should have cable w/ dvr hooked up just in time to record the premiere on Wednesday.