Hi, readers! Sorry for the delay in entries, but 2026 has been a whirlwind of good and bad (fairly good on a personal level and mostly bad on a global level, but that’s beside the point). I’ve finally found some time to breathe and collect my thoughts, so I figured now’s as good a time as any to recap recent happenings and deliver my personal State of the Union (for myself, not the country; I don’t have the temperament to get into that right now). Let’s go!
Work in the new office is mostly going smoothly; after weeks of scanning, shredding, and having to get a replacement shredder due to all the shredding, my partner and I have closed up all my old Tillamook cases, and we’re ready to take on new cases. Everything was going smoothly: our interviews with the Marion County Association of Defenders went well, and we were offered full consortium membership contracts. Unfortunately, we then ran into some funding issues; MCAD put our employment on hold, and we’re still waiting on them to secure funding from the state to support us. In the meantime, we’ve started doing hourly defense work for unrepresented defendants on behalf of the Oregon Public Defense Commission in a few neighboring counties. It doesn’t pay the most, but it should keep us in the game until things are resolved with MCAD. There are other legal work opportunities that we’re looking out for, but we’re mostly holding out for eventual full contracts.
While things in Salem are still taking off, matters in Tillamook have been winding down. As of writing this, I only have one unresolved criminal trial pending in Tillamook County; after that, the only cases I have left there are DUII diversion cases (where clients complete treatment programs in exchange for having charges dropped). Soon, I’ll have no more professional reasons to return to Tillamook…though I feel that I’ll still want to visit from time to time. The smell of dung may be strong, but it’s hard to avoid the siren calls of high-quality ice cream and fresh(er) seafood.
I’ve been living in Salem for seven months, but it still feels like I’m settling in. It could be because I haven’t experienced a full yearly cycle yet, I’m still locking down relevant medical professionals, I have the aforementioned consortium complications, or just because I still haven’t figured out how to organize things in my room. Nevertheless, I’m still doing what I can to make myself comfortable in this new community. I’ve expanded my social circles by going to local bar association events and becoming a regular attendee at the nearby synagogue. I’m still working on making new friends and reaching out to old friends, but these new frontiers have made me feel more at home more quickly than I did in Tillamook. I look forward to seeing how this year goes for me as I continue my metamorphosis into a proper Salemite.
Work aside, the most notable event for me this year so far was my 33rd birthday (which therefore inspired the title of this post). Given that it was on a Tuesday this year, I had to save my celebrations for a later weekend. I was only able to get Cthulhu and two other friends, but the quality of celebrations more than made up for the small quantity of celebrators. We were able to enjoy back-to-back feasts at two of my favourite local restaurants. Being able to enjoy these restaurants in the company of friends made me realize how fortunate I have become: two years ago, I was unable to enjoy this company and these settings. I’m still finding my way in an occasionally uncertain career during unstable times, but I think I’m right where I need to be.
But I know you didn’t click on this blog post just to hear my philosophizing and self-affirmations; you want cat pictures! Don’t worry—the Serotonin Squad have been as adorable as ever these past four months (even though they’ve gotten soooo big), and I’ve got the photos to prove it. Here’s some pictures of the chaos gremlins I live with, with a few bonus pics:
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| "Personal space? What's that? Did you mean purrsonal space?" |
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| They continue trying to break into my room. They succeeded one night, which led to fifteen minutes of literally herding cats. |
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| They've gotten into the habit of demanding pets while going up or down the stairs. I'm more than happy to oblige! |
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| Not cat-related, but worth mentioning: while cuddling a rescue puppy at market last December, I came to the realization that my longtime fear of dogs has vanished in recent years! :) |
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| My Halloween 2025 costume :) |
Before wrapping up this entry, I have one more pleasant surprise. I tried the 34th trial of my career last month, and it ended in a way that was both amusing and satisfying. As such, I am triumphantly (albeit briefly) bringing back:
GREAT MOMENTS IN TILLAMOOK JURISPRUDENCE
*insert sophisticated music*
Episode X: Running Reckless
[An assault case has reached the halfway point, and the prosecution has rested its case. The defense makes an oral motion before proceeding with its evidence.]
Benjamin D. Fischberg: The defense moves for a judgment of acquittal. The state has accused [my client] of recklessly causing physical injury. Under Oregon law, “reckless” means that a person disregards a substantial and unjustifiable risk. The state has not explained what risky behavior [my client] is alleged to engaged in.
Judge: Counsel, what is the state’s rebuttal?
Prosecutor: Your honor, the state has proven that the defendant was running around the house while holding a case of bottled water. It was therefore highly risky that someone could have been injured.
J: Counsel, are you saying that running around in your own house is substantially risky behavior?
P: It is when you have an elderly relative.
[Judge stares into space for a minute while thinking.]
J: …Running in your home is not reckless behavior. Motion granted; case dismissed.
[My 34th trial ends in acquittal. My client is reunited with their family. I head home with a spring in my step and without having to present any evidence to the jury.]






























