Apropos of nothing at all, just because I was taking some pictures earlier this evening, here’s me at this particular moment in time:

"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
Apropos of nothing at all, just because I was taking some pictures earlier this evening, here’s me at this particular moment in time:

I received a jury summons in the mail today, even though I served back in May and was told that, under New York State law, I could not be called again for another six years. I thought I’d already explained this to the state when they sent me a jury questionnaire a few months back, but apparently there’s still some confusion.
Now I need to find the letter that confirms my service (again) — which, because I am exceptionally disorganized, might prove a little time-consuming. I honestly have no idea where I put it. And then I need to call the phone number on the summons to explain (again) why I’m ineligible this time around. It’s not that I can’t serve or won’t. This is a telephone standby summons for mid-January, so there’s no guarantee I’d actually have to present myself in court. But I’m just trying to follow their rules. And their rules say I can’t serve because I already have.
Odetta, the singer whose deep voice wove together the strongest songs of American folk music and the civil rights movement, died on Tuesday at Lenox Hill Hospital in Manhattan. She was 77.
That’s a shame. My parents and I saw her perform with a live show of A Prairie Home Companion about a year ago, and she was nothing short of incredible.