I spent all of Friday at the King’s County Supreme Court in Brooklyn sweating, crying, waiting, laughing, wishing, hoping, and praying that I wouldn’t get selected for the 6-8 month federal grand jury that was being assigned. Here’s the live feed from my day in court:
8:07am - On the B62 bus, en route to juror summons. #juryduty
8:26am - Hasidic women on my left, Domincan women on my right, Dustin in the middle. A divided bus is a divided community! #juryduty
9:01am - So it begins, civil service 2011 #juryduty
9:29am - I’m shocked by how many people in here can’t speak english. How’s that going to work? #juryduty
9:56am - I take it back. Said non-English speakers are much smarter than I am. They’ve been dismissed, I’m still here. #juryduty
10:24am - The woman sitting next to me is reading a magazine called “Aquariums & Fish” #juryduty
10:40am - Congrats to @Oprah for making the cover of this month’s O Magazine. You deserve it, girlfriend. #juryduty
11:07am - They are assigning people for a 6-8 MONTH super trial hahaha #FML #juryduty
11:50am - Guy sitting in front of me: “If I get picked I’m a leave a JURY DOODIE on the judge’s desk!” Wow. #brooklyn #juryduty
12:11pm - Lesson learned: do NOT order a cappuccino from a vending machine. Ever. #juryduty
12:42pm - 13 people just volunteered for a 6 month long federal jury. They must seriously hate their jobs. #juryduty
1:21pm - Totally jacked on multiple cups of dollar cappuccinos from the vending machine. #puregasoline #juryduty
2:07pm - An older black woman just told me that I have the finest beard in court. #urbanlumberjack #juryduty
Help Japan by Zac Neulieb. $22.50 printed on semi-gloss photo paper, 100% donated. (I bought this one)
There are no words to describe the collective devastation we all feel regarding the tragic events in Japan. Want to help? A number of designers have rallied quickly to produce posters, shirts and prints, the proceeds from which will fund recovery and aid operations currently underway in Japan and other affected areas. (via thisiscolossal)
Casually holding my phone in my hand as I watched the L train pull into the Bedford Avenue station early this afternoon, the “guy with the ridiculously oversized backpack" frantically spun around (for no reason) and karate-bag-chopped my phone, sending it flying out of my hand and crashing into the subway car before falling straight down onto the tracks.
Before I knew what had happened, the train was gone and I was staring at my phone 4 feet below, red light still blinking, taunting me to be a man and jump down and save him. A NYPD officer quickly approached and coyly said, “NOT a good idea. Go tell the station agent.” A generous 45 minutes later, a track worker fished my phone off the tracks and I was on my way.
Lesson learned: ALWAYS have a vice grip on your phone at all times, no exceptions. You never know when an oblivious asshole with a oversized bag will f*ck with your chi and then be on his way like nothing happened.