1. Here’s a kind of funny thing: google “begin optional trim.” It’s kind of comforting to know that, no matter how embarrassing your mistake, a couple of thousand people out there have made it too.

2. Confused RT is confused (Dreamwidth blather): )

3. Another quote for the SPN essay I’m not writing:

Judith Butler, Antigone’s Claim 71 (2000): “Consider that the horror of incest, the moral revulsion it compels in some, is not that far afield from the same horror and revulsion felt toward lesbian and gay sex, and is not unrelated to the intense moral condemnation of voluntary single parenting, or gay parenting, or parenting arrangements with more than two adults involved (practices that can be used as evidence to support a claim to remove a child from the custody of the parent in several states in the United States). These various modes in which the oedipal mandate fails to produce normative family all risk entering into the metonymy of that moralized sexual horror that is perhaps most fundamentally associated with incest.” (And hey, whoa, an intelligible Butler quote!)

4. Law book! )
Rivka as Wonder Woman
( Jul. 11th, 2004 09:55 pm)
The personal )

The political )

The prose )
I'm back! Actually, I'm now in Virginia – eek! – mostly settled in, which means that clothes are in dressers and books are on shelves, though paper and random bits of hardware remain strewn around lavishly. Also, we don't have a sofa for the living room, which means that the two end tables look kind of funny bracketing a sofa-shaped space. But I am hopeful that I'll soon have an ID card for my new job, and we've ordered a dishwasher and a microwave, which will improve matters considerably for me, since my "participation" in the kitchen is pretty much limited to washing dishes and reheating food. Z. has, after a number of difficulties imposed by uneven power and cable service, set up the entertainment center in the basement, which is now my space, so I can play (what I call) music or watch (crappy) television without bothering him.

It's cicada season here. I remember the cicadas from 17 years ago, when they last descended en masse, but they were a lot more fun when I was a kid and more into squishy things. One flew into my mouth yesterday. Not far, admittedly, but I did a great "Ack! Thhptt!" in response. In which I am Puritan and repressed )

In which I review some nonfiction )
Free to good home: Nearly complete set of videotapes of the X-Files, seasons 1-8, medium quality. Otherwise, they're probably going to be thrown out rather than wasting the space and carting them to Virginia. I also have tapes of S6 & 7 Buffy.

Yesterday, I had fries and chocolate mousse with two of the lovely women who welcomed me to fandom, long ago and far away. It was wonderful to meet two people who'd been so generous to me when I was a wee cowering fangirl. I remain amazed by the generosity of spirit and time to be found in fandom, not to mention expertise on a variety of topics.

Also, this weekend I read the novel of a friend of mine. Though I don't read death penalty books, I made an exception for his story of law, love, and the bargains we make in the shadow of both. My favorite quote comes from a hideous senior partner's reflections on the uselessness and simultaneous necessity of summer associates, law students hired to be wined and dined in an attempt to convince them that life as a real associate at the firm will be a permanent vacation. Their inexperience means that their work can't be trusted and certainly can't be billed to clients, so pro bono work (free legal representation for people who can't afford to pay) is the perfect solution. It makes them think the firm believes in public service; satisfies the firm's ethical obligations to provide pro bono services to the community; and gives them false hopes about the kind of work they'll be doing. And pro bono death penalty work – well, here's the quote: "Death penalty cases were ideal for these purposes, something the kids could get really excited about. Each summer had one, like a class project or a hamster brought in to delight kindergartners. Like kindergarten projects, the cases typically amounted to little, and like hamsters, the prisoners usually ended up dead." Watch this space for announcements when it's published.

nonfiction - dictionaries, lawyers, strippers, grammar, business, libraries )
Rivka as Wonder Woman
( May. 7th, 2004 10:26 am)
Even if you don't usually read book reviews, if you or anyone you love gardens (or eats meat), read this.

Richard Rhodes, Deadly Feasts: The "Prion" Controversy and the Public's Health: This is possibly the scariest book I've ever read. Transmissible spongiform encephalopathy, which you've probably heard most about in its guise of mad cow disease, is a disease that literally eats holes in the brains of its victims, killing them in a terrible fashion. We know how it spreads: it spreads through cannibalism and through eating animals that have been made into cannibals by modern food production techniques. It gets into the brain and starts converting normal proteins into agents of death, like Vonnegut's ice-9 converting regular water into an unmelting solid, through a process that may be the same as crystallization (which you might have done in high school chemistry, turning a supersaturated solution into a solid by dropping a seed crystal into the liquid). The agents that cause TSE's spread are virtually impervious to heat, radiation, formaldehyde, years of isolation, and freezing. And, even with the example of Britain, which ignored the problem for years until the infection was firmly established – and at what level, we still don't know, because infections began in the early 1980s and the incubation time can be 2-3 decades – America is taking the same ostrich-like stance, refusing to fund testing and even preventing ranchers from testing in some circumstances. Rhodes tells the medical detective story, starting with the epidemic of kuru among New Guinea cannibals in the 1950s and 1960s through modern understandings of TSEs, and along the way delivers a powerful indictment of government unwillingness to act in the face of a profitable production mechanism. I'll leave you with a bit of advice you may want to pass along, a quote from the book:
"You know the bone meal that people use on their roses?" Gajdusek asked me then. "It's made from downer cattle [cattle that sicken and die for no apparent reason, which sometimes are infected with TSE]. Ground extremely fine. The instructions on the bag warn you not to open it in a closed room. Gets up your nose."
The Nobel-laureate virologist who knows more than anyone else in the world about transmissible spongiform encephalopathy looked at me meaningfully. "Do you use bone meal on your roses?"
I told him I did.
He nodded. "I wouldn't if I were you."


other nonfiction )
Miss Parker, heroine
( Apr. 15th, 2004 02:34 am)
I went to two John Kerry events Wednesday night, forcing postponement of SV/Angel watching. Now, the only reason my picture isn't in the dictionary defining "shy" is that I'm too shy to be photographed, so this required serious fortitude in the face of multiple strangers in close quarters. Turns out I could have gone to the sit-down dinner, but by going to the lower-level shindig in the art gallery, featuring Chuck Schumer and Cam Kerry, I ran into an old friend, so that's okay.

Schumer was funny and talked a lot about judicial nominations, in deference to the lawyer-heavy audience at the art gallery. When he introduced Kerry at the dance club (the event for people younger and less generous than the people at the art gallery), he didn't talk about judges. Instead, he talked about the Sopranos, and got Steve Buscemi's first name wrong.

At the dance club, Kerry wasn't particularly inspiring, and he wanted to talk about health care, which didn't much energize the crowd, though they were willing to cheer for it anyway. I understand why Kerry's strategy can't be to say "vote for me because I'm not George W. Bush," but that's really why I was there. I wanted him to talk about Iraq and the economy – he did get around to the deficit, and the best part of his speech was when he got to foreign relations, pointed out that we need to have some support in the other 96% of the world, and then said "America should never go to war because it wants to. It should go to war only because it has to." That was a crowd-pleaser. There were too many jokes about the young folks getting drunk and forgetting what they'd heard, and there was a six-foot tall friendly joint in a sombrero painted on the wall near where we were standing (think Mr. Butts, Doonesbury's talking cigarette, and you'll get the idea), which I didn't think was exactly the right image. Then again, there was a lot of talk about 1968 ... Anyhow, I heard Kerry, even though I didn't quite see him, and that plus finding my old friend was worthwhile.

In the last bit of politics, I thought Tom Shales of the Washington Post had the best line on Bush's news conference: When Bush said "When I say something, I mean it," he said that the reporters were too polite to call out, "Then when are you going to say something?"

Then I watched SV & Angel. Loved them – no spoilers, but if the WB persists in calling new episodes "fresh" episodes, I won't answer for my actions. Not just in the on-screen bug, but every! damn! time! they came back from commercial.

In other news, the best line from last week's viewing of Jeremiah: Rivka: Would you like little marshmallows in your hot chocolate? [livejournal.com profile] geekturnedvamp: Is that a trick question?

Good point.

Westlake, SV tie-in, Macleod, Irresistable Forces, and nonfiction )
News and views:

First up, I am not going to be a reluctant New Yorker much longer. Z. got a tenure-track job near DC, so we are going home. We may have to live in Virginia (The horror! The horror! And believe you me, Heart of Darkness references are not much misplaced with respect to certain aspects of Virginia.), but we'll be in the greater DC area. I will greatly miss my colleagues and the wonderful fans of NY, people like [livejournal.com profile] cesperanza, [livejournal.com profile] astolat, [livejournal.com profile] geekturnedvamp, and many, many others. Also, I'll miss my 24-hour gym and the St. Agnes book sale. But I won't miss the crowds or the noise.

I celebrate by drawing down on my to-review pile; what, you didn't know I was a geek? Nonfiction, sf and mystery )

Coming soon: review essay on becoming a pornographer.
So, hypothetically, if a person were to be interested in trying this vidding stuff, and she possessed the following: (1) Apple iBook running OS X.2, (2) CD-R/DVD drive, and (3) ready cash – what else would she need? Specifically, what software to get video and what to manipulate it? What lists/journals should she be on/following?

And now, some special-interest books.Read more... )
Martha: when you're good to mama, mama's good to you
( Sep. 27th, 2003 04:28 pm)
Lots of nonfiction, much of it dancing around the theme of intellectual property and/or violent death:
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Rivka as Wonder Woman
( Jul. 27th, 2003 12:59 am)
I had an amazing fannish day, including more promised cliche-fic and a reviewing of Pirates of the Carribean in which the greater-than-average-intelligence of the script was more clear than on first exposure. Unfortunately, I have yet to do anything about my faculty presentation on Tuesday, and I really need to circulate a paper first thing Monday, so it will be a busy Sunday. Of course, that's not going to stop me from writing the truly awful cliche-fic that staggered out from the deepest recesses of my brain like the bastard child of Frankenstein's monster and the Swamp Thing.

But first, a lot of books, most about history:
Read more... )
Rivka as Wonder Woman
( Jul. 24th, 2003 11:16 pm)
We went to see The Black Pirate tonight. Douglas Fairbanks was quite charming, though the stylized acting of silent films doesn't generally appeal to me. The film was only slightly gay: there was a great moment when Fairbanks traps his pirate friend – who's about to bring some food in to the beautiful captured princess – against the wall, with one arm on each side, and asks the friend if he believes in love at first sight. The audience reaction was massive, which gives further credence to my theory that, in a couple of decades, this period will be identified as the period in which homosexuality became part of American culture, in the sense that feminism is part of American culture – a major, acknowledged, but not uncontested, force.

In which I ramble about four books: Read more... )
Rivka as Wonder Woman
( Jul. 12th, 2003 09:50 pm)
Four books about, generally, law and the new economy, and, at the bottom behind cut-tags, a spoilerific chat about Pirates of the Carribean.

Anita Miller, Uncollecting Cheever: The Family of John Cheever vs. Academy Chicago Publishers: This book is about a small press and the trouble it got into when it tried to publish the uncollected stories of the late John Cheever; the original thought seems to have been that there would be 15-20 stories, but as the bibliography grew, so did the proposed book. Eventually, the press and Cheever's heirs came to a parting of the ways on the scope of the book, and Cheever's heirs sued for copyright and trademark infringement. The book, by one of the press's principals after the heirs prevailed in two separate courts, is less interesting for its content than what it teaches about litigation, reminding me of things I knew from practice.

The author has become obsessed with small details, tiny errors in the other side's presentation of the facts used to show that side's idiocy and bad faith. (I have no independent knowledge about whether Miller in fact identifies errors in the facts as found by the two trial courts involved.) It's very easy for litigants, and their lawyers, to get hung up on perceived errors in fact. Unfortunately, once a court finds facts, it's rare that an appellate court will reverse those findings, so better strategy for an appellant tends to be less emotionally satisfying because it doesn't "disprove" the errors and misstatements of the other side. Better strategy may be contrary to an appellant's desire to get her side of the story heard; I've read interesting work on why people litigate and appeal which shows that they want to be heard more than they want to win (and they mistakenly believe that, if they're heard, they'll win, even though focus on facts is ordinarily the best way to bore a court of appeals), which explains some otherwise puzzling strategic choices.

The other lesson of which this book reminded me is that no contract is written well. When a dispute arises, it's almost definitionally the case that the contract wasn't clear enough to control the situation. There are always exceptions, but usually the situations in which litigation threatens are ones nobody thought about and the contract therefore doesn't deal with them head-on. The press and the heirs signed a fuzzy contract, which from all descriptions was slightly less professional than most publishing contracts, but not a lot so. When the number of stories included changed radically and the heirs paid more attention to the project, the contract wasn't clear enough to help anybody. (The ordinary addendum would be "except the lawyers," but even the lawyers clearly had no fun earning their $1 million in legal fees; the heirs' lawyer characterized his relations with the press's lawyer as "matrimonial," and he didn't mean honeymoon.) Fair warning: if you work in publishing, your contracts are likely to be vague on certain points, and those points might turn out to be key ones, as Random House found out when it tried to stop some of its authors from selling e-book rights to another publisher. You'd think "in book form" would be a plain contract term, but you'd be wrong.

Todd D. Rakoff, A Time for Every Purpose: Law and the Balance of Life: This book is full of interesting facts about the role of law in regulating time, but I'm not quite sure what the payoff is. I hadn't known the story of how time became standardized – it was important to railroad schedules – or how school years became standardized – long story, involving compromise between northern urban areas and southern rural areas in setting a minimum that, for various reasons, quickly became the maximum school year. There's no real evidence for the "planting season" theory about why there's one big summer vacation, according to Rakoff; it doesn't even fit the agricultural season all that well nationwide. Rakoff's main point is that the regulation of time affects communities as well as individuals; having communally designated days and times of rest is fundamentally different than having individually designated days and times, because the latter makes it a lot harder to have a Boy Scouts meeting, a neighborhood watch group, or even a family dinner. Thus, Rakoff is suspicious of things like flextime and comp time, which gives employers more control over the scheduling of employee time without regard to the consequences to other areas of life that also require scheduling. I learned neat trivia, including the facts of two wonderful cases about whether insurance contracts set to expire at noon on a certain day meant standard, railroad time or "common time," both of which existed alongside one another before standardization won out entirely, so clocks at the railroad station could be sixteen minutes off of clocks at city hall. Still, Rakoff took too long to make his big point.

Adam Wishart & Regula Bochsler, Leaving Reality Behind: etoy vs. eToys.com and Other Battles to Control Cyberspace: Another case study, interesting more for its broader implications than its specific content. etoy was a sort-of collective of five German guys trying to become famous, Warhol-style, through outrageous acts they labelled "art." eToys was an Internet startup with an unbelievable burn rate. You can guess what happened next: eToys sued etoy for trademark infringement. Wishart and Bochsler are best at conveying the ways in which both groups of people "left reality behind," an etoy slogan. The Germans, little more than kids, really thought that they'd be famous for what were essentially pranks, seen by very few people and thought about by even fewer (they manipulated search engine algorithms to divert people to their page, for example, back when that was easier to do). The eToys people really thought that they could make billions with a domain name and a concept, even though they didn't have an order-fulfillment system that made any sense – when orders started to rise, everybody in the company, including the executives, trudged across town to work in the warehouse, but unfortunately they didn't do all that good a job, not being trained to do that. Whether the form is cult-like, as the individuality-denying etoy was, or mainstream, as eToys was, people are infinitely more likely to delude themselves if they aren't doing it on their own.

Joseph Menn, All the Rave: The Rise and Fall of Shawn Fanning's Napster: In this well-written book, Menn's basic thesis is that Shawn Fanning's ne'er-do-well uncle John Fanning, who'd destroyed a bunch of businesses and left many frustrated creditors and former employees in his wake, was a direct cause of Napster's downfall. Fanning repeatedly refused offers that would have saved Napster and even possibly made it legal; he thought he could scare the music industry into submission and become a multimillionaire. He never cared that what Napster was doing was illegal, and ought to be illegal under any rational system of copyright law. The book makes everybody else involved more or less sympathetic, even Eileen Richardson, the embattled office-romancing CEO, but it's still hard to explain why anybody thought that Napster could figure out a viable business model, and indeed the book makes clear that it was always very difficult for Napster to get funding, and quickly got harder as Napster's scale increased. Salon's review of the book suggests that John Fanning, not the music industry, was the cause, but it's hard to imagine how a legitimate businessperson could have saved Napster in anything like the form we knew. The music industry is now, it is true, experimenting with digital downloads and streams (yay, Apple and Launch) it would never have countenanced before Napster, but Napster doesn't get to share in any of that bounty. Like America, the RIAA doesn't treat with pirates or, in this case, the makers of pirate ships.

And speaking of pirates ... Read more... )
Rivka as Wonder Woman
( Jul. 9th, 2003 01:31 am)
In the last Journal of Legal Education, Eugene Volokh published "lost maxims of equity." They're pretty funny, if you're used to reading courts talk about what equity expects, demands, abhors, etc. Okay, so maybe "pretty funny" only applies to a limited set of people, but as judicial language is more populated with hackneyed phrases than fanfiction.net is, it's still possible to smile at the gentle send-up. My favorites:

Equity abhors a nudnik.
He who seeks equity must do so with full pockets.
Equity is not for the squeamish.
Equity is crunchy on the outside, soft and chewy on the inside.
Equity, like all of us, prefers the rich and good-looking.

It now turns out that he was unconsciously influenced by another list of not-quite-maxims of equity. Also good:

He who comes into equity must come with clean underwear.
Equity delights in doing justice, but loves a good joke.
Equity pierces through substance to form.
Equity builds strong bodies twelve ways.
He who seeks equity is asking for trouble.
Where there are equal equities, the baby should be cut in half.

I especially like the last because I've been thinking about how I dislike the jurisprudence of Justice O'Connor, who is always splitting the difference, whether the subject be abortion, federalism, affirmative action, or any other damn thing. She thinks it's Solomonic to have no absolute rules and seek the middle ground, but she forgets that when you split the baby, the baby dies. Anyhow, Gene credits the other list here.
The Boston Globe has yet another story about fanfic. It's pretty insulting, in my opinion. To add injury to insult, they don't quote me, though they do quote [livejournal.com profile] heidi8 and Meredith McCardle, whose article about the legality of fanfic is here (scroll down; the article is in .pdf format). McCardle's article is written for either a legal or a fan audience. She says many things I agree with and some that I don't; she's clearly less comfortable with trademark law than copyright, and makes the trademark issues too complicated. (The short of it: there's not a trademark problem with fan fiction. Really.)

I have over twenty books stacked up that I ought to review and stories I ought to finish, but the Supreme Court really screwed me in my professional life by refusing to decide Nike v. Kasky, which I was planning to write about, and I need to figure out what to do about that. I already knew they were going to strike down sodomy laws, so the announcement didn't make me feel all that good. In fact, this Term was a real drag; my mom lost her prison visitation case 9-zip, and the end-of-Term cases make the Court look more moderate than it really is, which can only help Bush because people will think that the Court will keep the Republicans from going too far to the right.

At least Derek Lowe continues to make me happy: "They're advocating a mixture of aspirin, a statin, folic acid, an ACE inhibitor, a diuretic, and a beta-blocker. The idea is to go after cardiovascular disease with pretty much all the known therapeutic options at once. This is a touchingly linear approach to drug therapy. It's actually kind of sweet." A man who can think that an approach to drug therapy is cute is my kind of commentator.
Rivka as Wonder Woman
( Jun. 7th, 2003 12:31 am)
"Justice belongs to God; men only have the law. Justice is perfect, but the law can only be careful."

So says a juror in D. Graham Bennett's excellent A Trial by Jury, an account of his tenure on a jury charged with deciding whether one man had murdered another or had acted in self-defense. (Bennett is one degree of separation from me – the author's notes thank close friends of mine – but I've never met him.) Bennett is a historian by trade and training, and he is a strong writer. He sometimes waxes a degree too poetic, but he's quite aware of that, and his lack of pretension, his uncompromising honesty about the holes in his narrative, are part of what make the book worth reading.

It's a short book, 183 pages, and most of the time is spent discussing the jury deliberations rather than the evidence presented at trial. There's no "Twelve Angry Men" here, just people struggling with a system that they barely understand, trying to decide whether to do justice or follow the law. As Bennett notes, their disputes about whether to consider a compromise verdict replay debates people have been having since law existed; the quote with which I opened this entry beautifully illustrates Bennett's position, and mine.

Reading this book reminded me of the possibly unique experience I had in summer 2000, when I was simultaneously clerking at the Supreme Court and serving for a month as a grand juror. With the Term over, all we had were cert petitions (petitions asking the Court to review a case; almost all of the Supreme Court's jurisdiction is discretionary, so the Court controls its own docket in a way foreign to most courts, including many state supreme courts) and death cases (the machinery of death grinds on even during summer). So I had time to serve as a grand juror from 9-5 at Judiciary Square, then go one stop on the Metro to Union Station, walk past the gloriously blooming flowers that had just convinced us to stay in DC another year instead of moving to New York, and go in the side entrance of the Court to do the hour or so of work that remained to the clerks.

I was at the top of the judicial system and at its very bottom during the same day. It was a chastening experience. Borrowing from a classmate/co-clerk of mine who's now teaching law elsewhere, when I was in law school (actually, at my father's knee), I learned that cases were decided not on abstract theories of law but on principles fundamentally indistinguishable from standard politics. When I clerked on the court of appeals, I learned that, in fact, the law is generally fixed and that people of very different political and jurisprudential persuasions will often – not always, but very often – come to the same result in a case, because the law as it has developed speaks fairly clearly in most cases as to the proper result.

Then, I got to the Supreme Court and learned that cases were decided not on abstract theories of law but on principles fundamentally indistinguishable from standard politics.

The thing is, in the middle of the system, the courts do a good job of what they're supposed to do, to wit, following the rules laid down. At intake and at the final level ("We are not final because we are infallible. We are infallible because we are final," goes one memorable line about the Court), they don't follow the rules in any but the loosest of senses.

No one who loves laws or sausages should watch them being made; no one who loves the idea of juries (or grand juries) as protectors of American values and freedoms should watch them work. It is often said of grand juries that, if a prosecutor asked, they would indict a ham sandwich, and this is certainly true of the one on which I served. Despite a few attempts to maintain independence of thought, I generally followed automatically, and I might well have been part of the grand jury returning a true bill against a slice of Spam.

We were assured on the grand jury that this wasn't the time for a real trial, that all we needed to do was listen to the prosecution's side of the story and decide if there's enough there for a trial (or really, a plea bargain, but they didn't say that). We used this as a guiding principle. We were occasionally troubled by things that don't fit with our ideas of justice, such as police searches that seemed quite illegal and then turned up incriminating evidence, such as drug laws penalizing distribution within 500 feet of a school with no requirement that the accused know there was a school nearby, such as rape victims who claim rape when they've had sex with one of the alleged rapists before consensually. (This last is a story that is almost impossibly traumatic for me to tell, and involves race and, probably, class as well as sex, and I don't even know the result in the case, only one tiny slice of it.) Nonetheless, with the exception of cases we weren't asked to vote on – some of which were taken to another grand jury when our term expired or if we were busy when a witness was ready or if the prosecutor didn't trust us, which may have been what happened in the rape case – we voted to indict, indict, indict, with the grim sameness of chicken processors at a Perdue factory. The epitome of this farce occured when we were asked to indict a huge list of people on parole violation charges, and a police officer got up on the stand and recited the same facts – X was on parole and didn't show – over forty times, and we had to vote separately on each one. This is citizenship?

Oddly, the process was almost a mirror image of the cert work. The Court receives 6000-7000 petitions each year and hears about 80 cases. The standard cert pool memo, which goes to the chambers of the eight Justices participating – Justice Stevens' clerks stay out of the pool and review all the cert petitions themselves – is usually the only thing that anyone in those chambers looks at. It's very rare that someone will pull the actual petition and compare it to the cert pool memo's brief description and recommendation. The recommendation is, of course, nearly always "DENY." (All caps is required for the recommendation.) Like the grand jury, the Supreme Court is not there to do justice or make sure a conviction was justified in any particular case. Instead, the Court's job is to resolve conflicts that are dividing the federal circuits and/or state supreme courts, and occasionally to determine who gets to be President. Thus, the standard recommendation is "Splitless, fact-bound, error-correction. DENY." In chambers where hearts bleed less readily than in mine, it's "Splitless, fact-bound, meritless. DENY."

In both places, the demands of mass dispensation of law prevented much individual consideration. If a case made it through the cert lottery, of course, then there was much individual attention, but we then faced a closed record that was sometimes frustratingly silent on things we cared about. Of course, as I said, the Supreme Court doesn't have to follow the rules, and occasionally the Court simply decided that something was true whether there was evidence for it or not – who exactly was going to call the Court on it, anyway?

One day I had to call in to the Court during breaks to see if there were any developments in my death case, but the condemned man ended up abandoning his challenge, so it didn't disrupt my work on the grand jury. (Earlier in the Term, on the first anniversary of my marriage, I had stayed at work on another death case until that petitioner gave up and stopped fighting his death, which meant that I could go out for an anniversary dinner. Dinner wasn't a joyful celebration, for some reason.)

Mark Twain said that the only man who was assured of a trial by a jury of his peers was an imbecile, and I can't say I disagree. Bennett's experience parallels my own: there were people on our panels who couldn't hear, couldn't stay awake, and, most fatally, couldn't think. And let's not forget that 99% of criminal cases are plea bargained and are never subjected to jury trial, which may seem like a good idea given the quality of the standard jury but nonetheless further reduces the role of average citizens in containing the power of the state.

I highly recommend Bennett's book. It's a good reminder of the power of the state as well as the importance and the simultaneous impotence of the jury, and it eloquently raises the fundamental question about the proper role of a judicial system – should we seek justice, or apply the law? There are no actual constraints on any particular jury's response to that question, just as there are few significant constraints on the Supreme Court's resolution of many of the big cases before it, and there are no easy answers.

In other news, a Half.com purchase I made, a Shriekback CD (shut up), came with a post-it attached commenting that the seller liked my article on fan fiction. Weird connections happen on the Internet.
Rivka as Wonder Woman
( May. 7th, 2003 05:59 pm)
Maybe I'm wrong about canon on this, but it occurred to me this morning:

Comics canon says Pete becomes Lex's VP, right? Now, we as a fandom have done a bang-up job of accepting that Lex has to wait (gasp!) until he's thirty-five -- actually, thirty-six given the election cycle -- to become President. You know, so old he's practically geriatric. But, given that Pete also has to meet those requirements, we're actually talking 2024, or 2020 if Pete is older than I think he is, before they can share a ticket.

But the Constitution doesn't just have an age requirement! No, in fact, there's this little matter of the Twelfth Amendment, which states that the electors in the Electoral College can't vote for two guys from the same state as themselves. (It looks as if there's a blanket ban on a same-state ticket, but really it just applies to electors from that same state.) Remember when Cheney had to "move" to Wyoming to circumvent that little rule so he & Bush could get Texas's 32 electoral votes? Kansas only has 6, so it's not a huge deal, though it is something of an embarrassment for a politician to lose his own state, as Gore did.

So the Kansas votes could go to Lex, but not Pete, or vice versa, unless Pete moved. (I'm thinking as between the two of them, it's not Lex who'd get the hell out of Dodge, so to speak.) In a close election, that could make a difference, as indeed it would have in 2000.

As a side note, under Kansas law and that of 23 other states, electors are not actually bound to vote for whoever wins the popular vote in their state. America! What a country!

I've ignored these problems in prior stories, but I pledge to do better in the future.

Thus ends today's civics lesson. Gosh, I wish I could teach a class in fanfic law.
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