Simplicity

At the vault near a plane
they hear of those devils moving forward,
all the mammals forget.
Those beasts obey before a moment passes
and why they stay away
because the pride is made of clay.
Then she within them praises and remains awake.
So at the orb of stronger glass
your turn your eyes outward, ignore what just occured.
Simplicity won't falter when they walk.

She

She willingly should be stopping and closing those dark eyes
or she stubbornly won't be speaking her mind aloud.
She can only look ahead, and ahead there are longer days
so she ties up the laces and straightens her back
because the effort can't afford delay.

How dare you!?

I saw him, walking out of Schnucks with a glum look, the white beard, the red suspenders...yes, it was definitely Nick. I know I should have stopped and offered my umbrella to him, but I needed pita bread and hummus like crazy so I just walked on. Perhaps I should have known by his melancholy expression what was to become of him.

After I returned home and bgan unloading my bags from the trunk, I noticed a red hat with white lining and a puff ball at the tip - LYING BENEATH THE TIRE OF A VEHICLE.

I wanted to leave a note on the windshield "How Dare You!", but of course my hands were loaded with shopping bags. Poor Nick.

I was released from Jury Duty today (awesome), and went to lunch with the gentleman sitting next to me in the juror box which lead onto a long walk through downtown, a few beers and a discussion of books and music. We also watched a taxi cab ram into the back of another car. Of course, we fled. The mere thought of being a witness to anything was dreadful enough after sitting in a courtroom for a day.

Still, it was fun making a new friend. I made a few others (we were a wild crew, shushed several times by the deputy) too. Who would have thought jury duty could actually be... entertaining?

22nd Judicial Circuit Court of Missouri - Jury Duty

Just in time to possibly overlap my vacation, I am summoned to answer to the City of St.Louis for the first time ever (minus traffic violations) to serve as a juror. I have already somberly sat through weeks of listening to advice from cow-workers, friends and family on the proper ways to skip out or be dismissed. As I near the minus twelve hour mark for this curious request to be fulfilled I am beginning to wonder why I want to get out of it so badly. I have lived through the tales of the mindless waiting, self evaluated my ability to pass judgment, and handpicked reading material. Will my copy of Law for Dummies and collection of courtroom dramas on DVD really make that much of a difference when I arrive? Who can say? Perhaps this is exactly the kind of thing that appeals to my totally unfair and judgemental nature.

I hold accountability to the highest of standards and I guess this pretty much says I don't have the true desire to bail out, especially when curiosity will win in the end.

I suppose if anything, this is another golden opportunity to escape from the Orwellian realm of work. I can finish my H. Rider Haggard and practice sleeping in a crowd. If I am lucky I can pass my judgement on another human and be out by Friday in time to meet Jason at Modestos for sangrias and those lamb kebobs.