To See the World

As a millennial, and a college student, and someone who loves the idea of seeing as much of the world as humanly possible, I love the idea of traveling.


This isn’t exactly newsworthy, I would venture to guess that at least half of the undergrad population at Louisville wants to travel at least a little bit.

Last year, I did it. Just a bit. Nowhere too far, or wide, but a couple places that were at least a plane ride away.


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I saw Miami, Myrtle Beach, Panama City, New York, Chicago, Indianapolis, Columbus, and Gatlinburg.


Like I said, none of these places were too far, but I loved visiting them all the same. I climbed the smokies, went to so many (mostly Jon Bellion) concerts, saw Wicked on Broadway (wow what an experience), and gained a greater appreciation for the country that I live in.


Out of all of those places, I would say that Chicago was my favorite. I went for a concert and, don’t get me wrong, the city was expensive, but it was great. The concert was lively and blew my mind, and the food after was great, and the hostel we stayed in was pretty great all things considered.


New York was, honestly, not great. The people were rude (I know you’ve heard that all the time and I should’ve expected it), the prices were unbelievable, and we had tickets to a movie at a time at night when the theater was closed. Yes, closed.


I saw a lot of great things with a lot of great friends last year, but I’m not even close to being done.


I just got back from Gatlinburg for Spring Break (my preference to a beach because, honestly, I find beaches boring).


I currently have plans to go to Denver on May 7th for a concert, and a 4 day trip to New York on May 2-6, just to give it another shot.


I still have plans to see Portland, Washington, Houston, and Iceland. One of those is not like the other, I know.

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I want to see and swim in the blue lagoon, in Rejkavic, Iceland.


I want to See the World.


And I intend to do so.



Things Money Can Buy

As recently as last week and up until yesterday, I had the good fortune of watching the Netflix series, “The People vs O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story”. For some reason I had waited until this point in time to watch it, when I knew that it had been on Netflix for a good many months. Being right up my sports interest alley, I decided to give it a try.


Man, I wasn’t disappointed.


I hate to exaggerate, especially when I finished the series yesterday, but I have to say it was absolutely one of the most enthralling, detail-driven, informational, and enlightening things I have ever had the experience of consuming.


Being that it is only 10 fifty minute episodes, it’s not hard to binge it rather quickly. This is one of the things that makes it so deserving of my attention.


It starts out with O.J. leaving his house, being driven away by a limo driver. Later that night, three policeman happen upon the scene after calls of loud noises and disturbance. What they found there were the dead bodies of Nicole Simpson Brown (O.J.’s ex-wife), and Ron Goldman (presumably her “lover” at the time).


The rest is history.


The highlights of the year long trial, lasting from January 1995 to October 1995, include the famous glove fitting scene.

If you’re not familiar with the trial, these gloves were found at the scene of the crime, and were thought to have belonged to O.J. The People prosecuting O.J. went back and forth deciding on whether to make him try on the gloves, almost balking because at the time of trial, it had been a year since the crime occurred, and things can happen in a year to leather gloves.

If it wasn’t already obvious, the gloves didn’t fit. Or at least O.J. made them not fit.


Regardless, the jury saw what they wanted to see, and this was just the first step in a monumental acquittal against overwhelming evidence.


Watching this series made me think. It made me think about the justice system and the sequestering of jurors and the power of the media on impartiality. It made me think about O.J. and this fascinating look into his psyche.


Lastly, it made me think about money.



Money is what brought O.J.’s absolutely stacked defense team together. A New York Times article states that it cost O.J. approximately $5 million in legal fees to win this case.

Five. Million. Dollars.

That’s how much it costs to let a pretty obviously guilty man go free. ┬áThis made me think about other cases, like the Ray Lewis case, and the Tonya Harding case, and the Oscar Pistorious case. Some of these cases went differently than others, but maybe that isn’t because of the truth, or because they did or didn’t do it.


Everyone has a price, and that includes hot shot lawyers who are very good at what they do, spinning narratives and creating alternatives to stories that are pretty much already solved.


Maybe, just maybe, it all came down to how much money they had in their pockets.