It's been years since my last call for jury duty, and I find myself once again in the Stanley Mosk Courthouse in downtown Los Angeles.
Except last time they sprung me by noon. And today I'm still here at 3:30 p.m. I didn't get called for any panels, and I suspect there won't be any more need for jurors today. Yet I am still here.
I took the Metro Orange Line to the Red Line to get here, and I was surprised (though I shouldn't have been) to see the refurbished Pacific Electric Train Depot at the end of the Orange Line open and serving Groundwork Coffee. Love that coffee. I smell a bike ride down the Orange Line in my future.
This was also my first time taking the fancy new underground pathway (you can call it a tunnel) on Lankershim Boulevard from the Orange Line terminus straight into the North Hollywood Red Line Station. That is slick, and I'll thank all the politicos who helped make it happen, including Rep. Brad Sherman, City Councilman Paul Krekorian and anybody else I missed. This is the kind of thing the San Fernando Valley needs, and I'm glad it now has it.
During the long lunch break they give us
chickens jurors, I walked around a bit. I haven't cracked the code for this part of downtown (Music Center and Civic Center). Grand Park is nice but smaller than you think it is. Other than all the Music Center and Civic Center buildings, there's nothing here. I passed by the Colburn School and saw a sole classical-music student making her way into the building.
If you're looking for something other than huge buildings, I guess you have to truck it to Little Tokyo in one direction or Chinatown in the other.
Gadget-wise, I didn't bring my laptop, just the tablet and wireless keyboard and mouse. I can't use all three at once because there are few table- or desk-like surfaces here. Just my actual lap and a book I brought that is serving as a small table for the keyboard while I balance the tablet with its built-in magnetic stand on my knees. Weak as shit. Whatever.
I got through a few hundred Disqus comments from my day job, deleted a couple of months' worth of personal e-mail clutter and checked in with the news via Google and Twitter (Trump, Trump travel ban, Uber guy says no to Trump, Snap as in Chat gets ready to IPO, Facebook's Zuck is either clueless or crafty, Trump, Trump), and then got the keyboard out to write a bit.
A few months ago, I did a whole setup on this tablet to use my day job's CMS -- the awful Saxo Mediaware Center via Citrix -- but I soured on it like I've rarely soured before when I realized that putting Citrix in the background, as one does with everything in Android all the time, results in my losing the connect to the app's Citrix-connected server. Call it a nonstarter. I'm slated to say goodbye to Saxo and Citrix in a few months, and it couldn't be too soon.
Meanwhile, Jury Duty Lady, let us go home!!!
Update: 3:40 p.m. It's over. I'm done with jury duty for 2017.
A couple of observations: All buses and trains I was on were crowded, so Metro seems to be doing more than fine ridership-wise. And I don't recall seeing any law enforcement presence at all on either line, whereas in the past the Metro system could be thick with deputies. Might be a byproduct of Metro's wish to either scale back or end its contract with the sheriff's department. Or not ...