The General Point.

My favorite line from the New Yorker in a while

“Heads bent, avoiding eye contact, and sullenly postured like the punctuation at the end of a question for which there is no answer — What the fuck? — they filed into the benches reserved for courtroom spectators.”

I’m not entirely sure it makes sense, but it sure FEELS like sense.

(from here)

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I hate myself.

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Follow-up

More metrics from my day:

Number of cabs taken between Bryant & 7th and my house, out of spite and laziness: 2
Number of trials ordered to show up at: 1
Days trial is estimated to take: 7-9
Number of mental epithets lobbed at judge, who takes the justice system and the right to a trial by jury VERY SERIOUSLY: Oh, thousands
Number of times I heard that weird Flo Rida / Eiffel 65-sampled song “Sugar” and wondered if “kids these days” even realize that “Blue (Da ba dee)” was once a song all on its own: 1
Number of white whines: 1 (“Fucking Dolores Park Cafe doesn’t have power outlets?!”)

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Stats for today, so far

A brief dispatch from the Hall of Justice, the jury service room.

Dreams about jury duty: 1
Food eaten: none
Trials excused from, hopefully not the last: 1 eight-week criminal trial
Times I’ve thought about how badly I need a privacy screen for my laptop: At least 5
Times I’ve thought about how dumb/creepy some of my fellow prospective jurors are: Shockingly, only around 10
Times I’ve thought about going to City Beer for a lunchtime beer, because why the hell not: 2 and counting
Times I’ve thought about instead going to City Beer at 5pm, because probably that’s a better idea: 1
Times I’ve thought about going to City Beer at lunch *and* at 5pm: 1 and counting

I am going to go get some EXTREME Pizza now. Seriously.

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THE CUTEST

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“ In 500 Days, he gets to play his first romantic lead. Gordon-Levitt is such a die-hard romantic you wonder why it took so long.

—

Joseph Gordon-Levitt Shows His Fierce Sensitivity in ‘500 Days of Summer’

Have people forgotten about 10 Things I Hate About You? Have they?!

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“ Pasta with Let-My-Eggplant-Go-Free! Puree
Serves 4 as a main course, 6 as a starter, or, like 1 if you’re as excited as me

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An Eggplant Confession: Food + Cooking : gourmet.com

This is the kind of food writing I would like to do. I might even be good at it. via Orangette’s twitter.

Side note: Today someone at work asked me if I had a blog and I said yes but not a real, specific, single-topic kind of one (that is, unless you count “pretty things” or “random photos of Barack Obama’s fashion” or “undeveloped domain-squatting, but gonna be awesome” or “Hendrik Hertzberg” or “Things I claim I will one day do but probably won’t, mostly involving dating” as real topics, which I don’t). I gave my standard defense (other side note: only people like me come up with standard defenses for not having a professional blog, because I spend too much time on the Internet), which is that I’m too much of a generalist for a single-topic focused blog. I do wonder, however, if food blogging isn’t the closest thing to it (provided I started cooking for myself again at some point, so, provided I at some point am not working for Google, which is a distant future possibility if that).

Fuck it, maybe I should just start a blog devoted to the excessive use of parentheticals. I certainly seem to be an expert on that.

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“ We make the mistake of centering our histories of technology on innovation rather than on use. We date advancement and progress from the moment a technology appears or is first applied, and downplay the long and winding road of adoption, imitation, diffusion, improvement, recycling and hybridization. And yet it is this long haul that decides the impact of a technology on society, and not its exciting first revelation.

— The Shock Of The Old - The Rumpus.net

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Oh, and I am working from home today, mostly in order to capture some of the sleep I lost last night, and in anticipation of what is sure to be a pretttty stellar week. (Plus a busy work week.) I have book club tonight, tomorrow and Wednesday are thus far free but I’m hoping to populate them with a repeat viewing of “Adventureland” and/or $3 Tuesdays at Magnolia, Thursday is a Stanford alumni tasting at Anchor brewing which is bound to be ridiculous, Friday Peattie and the Tumblr formerly known as Shebs are hosting a party, and Saturday is Wilco at the Greek. Not to mention, Grizzly Bear was awesome last night. And it was surrounded by hijinks in the cab to and from the Fillmore (memorable moments include Justin imitating what the thought was the “excited squirrel” and Sarah inexplicably singing “Those streets don’t touch” in response to my idiotic request for the driver to go to Fillmore and Steiner), and some serious belly laughs. Despite the fact that 90% of the audience did not seem to recognize a single song from “Yellow House,” yesterday was, to quote Tavi, “full of lol and win.”

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I hardly got any sleep last night, partly because I had something like four cups of coffee after 1pm yesterday (a decision that is complicating my current craving for the stuff), and partly because sometime in the middle of the already restless night one of those creepy fucking silverfish bugs crawled on my arm. I thought I was imagining it at first, but no, it was really there and way too close to my face for comfort. Then this morning I tried to make oatmeal and found bugs (like the kind you find in flour after it hasn’t been properly sealed) in THAT. I am not ok with this.

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