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Archive for August 2008

That’s Not Me

They announced names. I listened.
“No, that’s not me.”
“That’s not me, either.”
This went on for the few days I was called in. Until Wednesday, the 27th.
They announced names. I listened.
“No, that’s not me.”
“That’s not me, eith–wait, that is me.”
“These jurors should go to lunch, and report back at 1:25.”
I didn’t leave. I told everyone I could [...]

Working For Free > Working For Nothing

I couldn’t wait to get into the Jury Commission office this morning. It’s not for the $19 a day, it’s not for the quite horrible free “coffee,” and it’s not for digital cable. I’m anxious to hear my name called.
This sort of investment is crazy hard to develop. The first thing we look for [...]

In Idiots We Trust

I’m on jury duty. I’ve been waiting for years for this opportunity. Honestly. I know it’s not 12 Angry Men or Law & Order: Melodrama Unit; that’s not what I want. What do I want? I’ll tell you.
I want to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with people I don’t know, who’ve been assembled [...]

This Is How You Do It

We set out last night at about 7, stomachs full and four-and-a-half hours of driving stretching out before us. I’d printed only the most general of directions, amounting to “Get on the highway and go this direction.” They were slightly more specific, but only just.
I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
We hit [...]

On Empathy

You’ve got this friend, see, who gets car sick. But you don’t, and so lacking any grounding for empathy, you motor like you’re competing on So You Think You’re a Stunt Driver, and said friend gets tastes lunch again. Your friend remains your friend despite the fact that you’re an asshat, and this [...]

First Impressions: Off the Grid

When it’s a commodity like connectivity to the internet, which in itself is not demonstrably injurious, you’ll be hard pressed to achieve solidarity in your bid for personal discipline. That is, “I’m a slosh of a ‘net user, and I have a dream to write gratuitously violent children’s slasher stories, so I need to focus” [...]

A Requiem for $random(crap);

The Other Time Bandits
I whore my attention out to any enterprise no matter how dull its flash or shallow its mapping to what I consider my core interests. I have considered this at excruciating and ironically protracted length, and hypothesized enough ways that I suck to fill, like, a big thing where you’d all, [...]