The Pioneer Courthouse: A Photo Essay (Part 4)
Yes, ladies, he really is this handsome. Sorry, he’s taken.
From left to right: Professor William Birdthistle; Mark Schneider, an AUSA in Chicago; Ninth Circuit Judge Diarmuid O’Scannlain; Brian Murray (OT 2002/Scalia); Deputy Assistant Attorney General Jonathan Cohn (OT 2000/Thomas); Carol Murray (we think); Cindy Zmijewski Demers (in profile); Ryan W. Bounds, of the Office of Legal Policy (and the Office of Sartorial Counsel).
For those of you who don’t like eye candy (of the admittedly blurry kind), you’ll be happy to know that this is the last in our series of photo essay posts about the historic Pioneer Courthouse, in Portland, Oregon. The prior installments can be accessed here (scroll down).
The latest batch of pictures, showing former O’Scannlain law clerks on a judge-led tour of the renovated Pioneer Courthouse, appear after the jump.
Inside the judges’ underground garage, behold the wheels of justice: Judge O’Scannlain’s purple Subaru.
It’s an improvement over the vehicle he drove when we clerked for him: an enormous white Chevrolet Celebrity, not of the most recent vintage, which we affectionately dubbed “The Judicial Barge” (due to its gigantic proportions).
Judge O’Scannlain, striking a jaunty and impish pose in the stairwell.
Judge O’Scannlain’s Most Favorite Class of Law Clerks Ever. (Ssshhh, don’t tell the others…)
Left to right: Ryan Bounds, David Lat, William Birdthistle, and John Demers.
Through the looking glass: Willa Curtis, Judge O’Scannlain’s judicial assistant.
At the courthouse door: Adam Greenwood, of Modrall Sperling in Albuquerque, with his daughter perched on his shoulders. Not sure whose back that is.
John Demers, of the DOJ’s new National Security Division, assuming a pose sure to strike fear into every terrorist’s heart.
John’s wife, Cindy Zmijewski Demers, who shares our weakness for top 40 music.
We don’t watch the show, but thought it was neat to find a copy of Gray’s Anatomy in the Pioneer Courthouse library.
Earlier: The Pioneer Courthouse: A Photo Essay (Part 1)
The Pioneer Courthouse: A Photo Essay (Part 2)
The Pioneer Courthouse: A Photo Essay (Part 3)
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The Judge's purple Subaru car is known around Portland as "Grimace"--after the rotund, jolly and very purple McDonald's character best known for his love of milkshakes.
Hmm, seems to be a rather male-heavy set of clerks.
How is a butcher shop like Judge O'Scannlain's chambers?
Both have a lot of sausage!
The inadvertent (but happy fallout) of this blog will be the exposure of the ludicrous way in which judicial chambers are freighted with overwelmingly male law clerks with little or no real experience or interest in or with life. Silly popinjays who will have peaked in their mid twenties and who will, after a lengthy fallow period disguised with busywork in the corporate world or in academia, probably be appointed to the bench themselves so that the whole ridiculous cycle can begin again. Not quite sure why women law students are actively looking to buy into this fetishistic nonsense.
"Popinjay"! What a euphonious word! I don't think I've come across that one since I read James McNeill Whistler's "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies." A great book...I don't imagine you'd care for it, though.
My all-time favorite term of opprobrium for judges and their ilk has to be "degenerate old book-smelling sot". Go ahead, say it out loud. Scans rather well, doesn't it? You can practically feel the indignation and venom exploding off your tounge as you hiss it, can't you. It's the kind of phrase that begs for three exclamation points after it... I have to admit it comes to mind fairly often, though I certainly haven't ventured to use it around this place. You're more than welcome to apply it to the reviled figure of your choice (though I can't guarantee you won't get busted for libel per se).
"Judicial fetishist"... hm, now that has some linguistic potential too. Hey, how about "iudexophilia"?
As in, "Devious little dirty-minded iudexophiles like you make me want to puke!"
Thanks, I like it.
;)
You misspelled tongue David. Loved Art by the way but Whistler's no Macchiavelli. Go to sleep, you need to be bright-eyed and bushy tailed for tomorrow's savage gouging.
You misspelled tongue David. Loved Art by the way but Whistler's no Machiavelli. Go to sleep, you need to be bright-eyed and bushy tailed for tomorrow's savage gouging.
You posted twice. Neener neener.
Besides, Baltasar Gracian kicks Machiavelli in the petoot any day. Good God, don't you people have any taste?! LOL Oh, and thanks for the compliment...but I'm just *an* Article III groupie, not THE Article III Groupie. what-EVAH.
Nighty-night to you too! :P
I know, I know: "...and I forgot to sign my post." (There, beat you to it!)
OK -- so you're not David. He would never say "neener neener" -- waaay too sophisticated for that... but if on the (small) offchance it is, sweet heavens Lat, what have they done to you?
"At the courthouse door: Adam Greenwood, of Modrall Sperling in Albuquerque, with his daughter perched on his shoulders. Not sure whose back that is."
Whose back that is is Father Bill, who per anonymous is an overwhelmingly male law clerk, not to mention a fetishistic silly popinjay.