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[May. 4th, 2008|11:26 am] |
1. Daniel Johnston, "Do Unto Others"
How many rocks would I stack on my brother's chest? A rock for his beauty, a rock for his trust,
and two for lips redder than a boy's should be. Granite for his love
of birds; a chunk of quartz shot through with pink. For singing on car trips,
hiding in the dryer, and flouncing down Oak Street in my mother's dress: limestone, shale, sandstone, flint,
limestone, shale, sandstone, flint.
2. One of the trees in my front yard:

3. A friend told me a story about his experience on jury duty the last couple of weeks. He was part of a jury serving for a murder trial, one of those stupid things that's hard to believe: one eighteen year old shot another one, because the victim looked at his girlfriend. That's it. Anyway, the shooter managed to keep it quiet for years by threatening the witnesses to the act, but someone finally came forward.
My friend reported that after two weeks, deliberations went fairly quickly: it was a pretty clear case of murder, and a guilty verdict was easy to reach. The foreperson was a rock star-ish guy in his early thirties, and he was so shaken by the gravity of signing the verdict - shaken by the finality of sealing this guy's future with one signature - that he puked in the jury room, in front of the other jurors.
4. A chandelier by Dante Marioni, a Seattle glass artist:
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A little bit of everything this morning. Hopefully you get a chance to enjoy the weather! :)
"My friend reported that after two weeks, deliberations went fairly quickly: it was a pretty clear case of murder, and a guilty verdict was easy to reach. The foreperson was a rock star-ish guy in his early thirties, and he was so shaken by the gravity of signing the verdict - shaken by the finality of sealing this guy's future with one signature - that he puked in the jury room, in front of the other jurors."
This actually gives me some hope for humanity. | |