The switch to Daylight Savings Time always throws me off a little. The sun lingers in the sky well past dinnertime, which seems unnatural to my winter-addled brain. But it’s a sign that summer approaches, which is always welcome news in these parts.
Some good news in the Minneapolis paper today. Kerry leads Bush by twelve points in Minnesota. It’s even months before the election and much can change, but seeing those numbers still gave me a warm fuzzy this morning.

I’m supposed to go to my district convention tomorrow. I should have considered the timing a little further before volunteering because I’m not quite back to full speed yet. It’s funny how I was humming along on all cylinders in Miami and now I feel like simply sitting on my ass all day. Er, I guess I do that anyway, but you know what I mean.
Does the FCC really have nothing better to do than watch soaps and gripe about too many people taking their shirts off? Does this fear of a little bare flesh make sense in a world where every newspaper and news broadcast is plastered with images of charred bodies dangling from a bridge? A recent episode of South Park did a hilarious job of deconstructing the sex/violence dichotomy in American culture. I won’t summarize the plot except to say it’s the one where the kids get their hands on some way cool samurai weapons. The episode also does a great riff on Japanese anime.
Think I’ll go see Hellboy tomorrow. Elvis Mitchell in the NYT gave it a glowing review, which kind of surprised me. I’ve never read the comic, so I have no fanboy expectations going in.

I’m still feeling a bit out of it. I didn’t realize I was so tired until I started falling asleep in my chair at, like, 8:30 last night. While in Miami, I think I averaged maybe 4-5 hours of sleep each night and it’s probably catching up with me. And I’m kind of amazed that everything went so smoothly. No equipment failures or forgotten items. Northwest Airlines actually seemed to handle my stuff with a good deal of care, which hasn’t always been the case. When we arrived in Miami last week, we were stopped by a couple who had a daughter on a ventilator. They asked us how the hell we managed to fly with a vent. We told them that sometimes you just have to take risks and, like the commercial says, just do it. I’m so glad I had the opportunity to experience those six days in Miami. For me, life is all about experiencing everything this mad, beautiful world has to offer. And I had some fucking outstanding experiences over the last week. When I think about everything I saw and did and felt…I can barely describe how good it is to be alive
A couple more pictures. Here I am enjoying a margarita at a South Beach restaurant.

And here’s a good example of the many funky Art Deco hotels that are scattered around Miami Beach.

And I’m disoriented as hell. My six days in Miami already are beginning to feel like an extended dream. If I didn’t have the pictures to prove I was there, I’d wake up tomorrow and wonder if I had ever really left. But I suppose I do also have the sunburn as further evidence. How the hell did I burn my eyelids and my lips, but nothing else? I’ve also resolved to learn Spanish. It can’t be that much different than French, which came relatively easily to me. I’ll start posting some of the photos later tonight. But here are a few things I’ll remember from my trip:
Eating lunch at a seaside restaurant on Islamorada in the Florida Keys
Sipping hot, sweet cafe cubano at a little bakery on Calle Ocho
Dipping my feet in the Atlantic Ocean
Talking to two very animated African-American women on the front porch of my hotel until 2 in the morning
Sitting on a beach chair and feeling sand under my fingertips
Spending way too much money on a Versace shirt
Eating dinner with my new friend Elizabeth (I’ll explain this one in more detail later)
Gazing at the streaks of neon scattered across the streets of South Beach from my hotel roof.
So, did y’all miss me?

So I deposited the check I got from the state for my jury duty last month. It was a nice little eighty dollar surprise for a day and a half of nothing more than watching a video, reading a book and answering 24 extremely personal questions in front of 75 people. I had almost forgotten about it completely when that check came in (and in a very official envelope from the state, I thought I was in real trouble when I first saw it).
The experience wasn’t much. I was subjected to a video of Ed Bradley telling me how serving on a jury wasn’t just a civic duty of mine, but it was also a civic honor, which could only score an eye roll from me. I can handle jury duty, it’s just when I’m being patronized that I get irritated.
So as I noted, it ended after I went up to the courtroom and answered a bunch of questions about myself to first the presiding judge, and then the two attorneys in the case. It was a case about a guy who got nailed on Interstate 87 with 10 pounds of marijuana in his car. Police here have been pretty rough on the Interstate recently, since my exit is no more than 75 miles from the border. But I digress.
New York State’s a no exemption state, meaning that there are no automatic exemptions from jury duty, unlike other states where I’ve lived, so apparently private attorneys, police officers, prosecutors, convicted felons and even judges may be called on occasion to serve on a jury, but as I was sitting in the box answering questions about myself, I couldn’t help but wonder if de facto exemptions still exist.
The judge asked me about my attending law school, and my work for a judge, and about the criminal cases that the judge oversaw, and I realized quickly while I was answering those questions that there was no way that either of those two attorneys would want me on that jury. While none of the questions were especially probing or personal, there would have been too many risks they couldn’t have accounted for by having me in there, and this wasn’t because my situation was unusual; the same could be said about anyone who had gone to law school.
So when the attorneys came back after spending some time with the judge in the judge’s chambers, I was told I could go home and that my jury duty had been fulfilled. I had not been selected for the jury. So off I went, eighty dollars richer for having spent two days hanging around the Essex County courthouse.
But I have to wonder if the no-exemption rule was just in place to give the appearance of equity that simply doesn’t exist. Two answers for two questions from me and I’ll never see the inside of a jury room. The same probably could be said about the convicted felon down the row from me, who was also dismissed (from answers to different questions, of course :p). So was this nothing more than an elaborate waste of everyone’s time just to give the public the incorrect impression that “no one is exempt from jury service”?
I’ll have to write my senator.
But there was another interesting thing that I noticed during my brief stay. As all 180 of us prospective jurors sat in our waiting room, I overheard plenty of grousing about having to come in for the service. But upon the judge asking us questions about ourselves, not one of us took the easy opportunity to get out of it. Here’s the example for me, which did not differ in any practical sense from anyone else examined as I was there:
The template questions asked me if I had any members of my family or close friends who worked in law enforcement. I have a cousin who works as a deputy for a sheriff in Arizona, and another who is an FBI agent (who actually spent time busting large scale marijuana producers, but I was not asked about that specifically) and told this to the judge. He asked me if I felt that my relationship to either of my cousins might affect my ability to fairly consider the case of the guy busted with pot in his car. I could have said “yes”, of course. Hell, everyone there who had a family member or friend in law enforcement could have said yes to this question, and been assured an easy one way ticket out of the process. But none of us did. Not one.
I guess Ed Bradley and his “civic honor” really got to us.
Next week I plan to volunteer to help out at the Lake Placid Film Festival. Martin Scorsese’s going to be coming this year, so it looks like quite an event.