Loose norms.

This morning I exiled myself at Espresso Royale -- no computer, just a pad and pen. I needed to get some writing done. Much as I like to write on the computer, I had to cut myself off from any temptations. But there are always the temptations of the visual world. Like that truck out there:



Because vice matters.

But pay attention. Pay attention. Hmmmm.... Staring at an old page of the notes I took back at the conference... Even with the help of that cappuccino...What do these old notes even mean?



WWSD. It must mean what would Scalia do, right?

But what's this other thing?



Well, the norms of my note taking are loose.