My name is Emily Wood. I live in San Francisco.
"It’s possible and necessary to be interested in everything." - Adrienne Rich
These are my own opinions and not those of my company. (Sigh.)
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“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)
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?!”)
A brief dispatch from the Hall of Justice, the jury service room.
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Dreams about jury duty: 1
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Food eaten: none
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Trials excused from, hopefully not the last: 1 eight-week criminal trial
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Times I’ve thought about how badly I need a privacy screen for my laptop: At least 5
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Times I’ve thought about how dumb/creepy some of my fellow prospective jurors are: Shockingly, only around 10
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Times I’ve thought about going to City Beer for a lunchtime beer, because why the hell not: 2 and counting
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Times I’ve thought about instead going to City Beer at 5pm, because probably that’s a better idea: 1
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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.
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.”
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.