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ateolfYesterday afternoon I went over to Will's to have a look at the scrap metal he's letting me use for the live score. He had an old furnace he'd salvaged (for art projects and stuff) and he took it apart for this and there's a bunch of nice pieces to bang on. Very excited. Hung out with him for a while in his backyard just talking and hanging out and stuff. At night Mary Beth and I went and did our Superlo grocery run a day early because of all the stuff going on the next few days. Then I was in a frenzy to get ready for jury duty today!
So I got up all very early and got more dressed up than usual (dress shirt and jeans instead of t-shirt and sweatpants) and drove downtown. I had been, in the earlier part of the month, wondering if they're even having trials right now due to the chaos that had that had this very federal court building end up on a list of government buildings Trump is trying to sell. But that is not the case and I was called after all. At the start, we were shown a video about jury duty and the introduction was by fuckin' John Roberts. Then throughout the video there's a bunch of fuckin'fuckin'fuckin' Alito talking (with some O'Connor as well). Then they called the names and what seemed about a little or a bit more than half of the people in the room were called up (a pretty good sized room, maybe about a hundred or so people? ish?). I wasn't called. So sat around reading. I had enough time to finish reading The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark. It was good! Then shortly after noon, the rest of us were told we were dismissed and don't have to come back in and call anymore! Yay! I actually wouldn't mind if I'd had to serve on a trial, but I've been a bit overly worried about any chance of missing Kraftwerk tomorrow night!! So that is no longer a worry! I came home. I got these cds in the mail: Les Rallizes Dénudés: YaneUra Oct. '80 and Les Rallizes Dénudés: YaneUra Sept. '80. Okay, I think this catches me up for now.
So I got up all very early and got more dressed up than usual (dress shirt and jeans instead of t-shirt and sweatpants) and drove downtown. I had been, in the earlier part of the month, wondering if they're even having trials right now due to the chaos that had that had this very federal court building end up on a list of government buildings Trump is trying to sell. But that is not the case and I was called after all. At the start, we were shown a video about jury duty and the introduction was by fuckin' John Roberts. Then throughout the video there's a bunch of fuckin'fuckin'fuckin' Alito talking (with some O'Connor as well). Then they called the names and what seemed about a little or a bit more than half of the people in the room were called up (a pretty good sized room, maybe about a hundred or so people? ish?). I wasn't called. So sat around reading. I had enough time to finish reading The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark. It was good! Then shortly after noon, the rest of us were told we were dismissed and don't have to come back in and call anymore! Yay! I actually wouldn't mind if I'd had to serve on a trial, but I've been a bit overly worried about any chance of missing Kraftwerk tomorrow night!! So that is no longer a worry! I came home. I got these cds in the mail: Les Rallizes Dénudés: YaneUra Oct. '80 and Les Rallizes Dénudés: YaneUra Sept. '80. Okay, I think this catches me up for now.
