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bessie_smithIf you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
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Starting Tuesday, I get to report for federal Grand Jury duty at the US District Court in Downtown Los Angeles. So, every Tuesday for however long it takes them to regret ever sending me a jury summons, I have to drag my ass downtown and do my best to be a counterbalance to a grand jury system that really only serves as a rubber stamp for a federal government that has to hold secret proceedings in order to charge people with a crime.
Last Friday, I sat twiddling my thumbs in the meeting room of the L.A. County Board of Supervisors while an AUSA explained how the federal grand jury system worked. The whole time I could only look at the poor, fashion-challenged fellow, wondering why he thought the tie he was wearing looked good, and whether or not his barber was blind. Oh, well, government work doesn't require a sense of style.
Whatever. The only plus out of all that is my camera and I will be in downtown in the evenings, and will therefore have several opportunities to shoot in Los Angeles' historic core during the magic hour between sunset to twilight.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
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Starting Tuesday, I get to report for federal Grand Jury duty at the US District Court in Downtown Los Angeles. So, every Tuesday for however long it takes them to regret ever sending me a jury summons, I have to drag my ass downtown and do my best to be a counterbalance to a grand jury system that really only serves as a rubber stamp for a federal government that has to hold secret proceedings in order to charge people with a crime.
Last Friday, I sat twiddling my thumbs in the meeting room of the L.A. County Board of Supervisors while an AUSA explained how the federal grand jury system worked. The whole time I could only look at the poor, fashion-challenged fellow, wondering why he thought the tie he was wearing looked good, and whether or not his barber was blind. Oh, well, government work doesn't require a sense of style.
Whatever. The only plus out of all that is my camera and I will be in downtown in the evenings, and will therefore have several opportunities to shoot in Los Angeles' historic core during the magic hour between sunset to twilight.
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Date: 2008-10-10 08:34 pm (UTC)We quickly ascertained that we were both from California. I noticed your camera and we got to talking about photography. I finished up my lunch, to join you shooting the city. That night, after too much wine with dinner, when we were shooting the reflection of city lights on the river, we decided to capitalize on the romantic opportunities afforded underneath a nearby bridge.
Fortunately, the gendarme had a sense of humor.
:-p
Date: 2008-10-13 04:52 am (UTC)As always.
And broke.
Because the unemployed *have* no money.
Parasites.
And I bounced into this lady who looked familiar! It was you.
You offered to buy me ice-cream and boy was I ecstatic.
I ordered a mint ice-cream with hot fudge sauce in a pretty waffle cup.
You thought it was so pretty you took out your camera to take a picture.
And another picture.
And another.
But it still wasn't enough.
You whipped out another camera.
And another.
And another.
You went through about 5 cameras and 100s of pictures.
And my ice-cream melted.
And you just laughed.
*sob*
I was still hungry.