I am being deposed. No, I don’t mean thrown out of office or my job. I mean that I will be soon sitting in a room at a court house with four lawyers, their assistants, and a court reporter. I have been subpoenaed as an expert witness in a case related to my work. Three of the lawyers will ask me questions. One will try to discredit me and my testimony, while the other two will like what I have to say. The fourth lawyer is sent from the Attorney General’s office, since I am a State employee, to help me out if needed.
My lawyer from the AG’s office is a very nice man who sent me a list of helpful hints for giving testimony and who will provide all the documents that I was ordered to bring to the hearing. I have testified in court many times before and have given at least one deposition, but it was nice to talk it over with him. I am not a difficult witness, and I know how to behave on the stand. This made me think, though, what a thankless task it will be for the poor lawyer or lawyers who will prepare 45 for giving testimony and answering questions on the stand. I can’t imagine it will be pretty.
Have you ever had to testify in court? Imagine you are a lawyer. Think of some historical or literary characters and tell us how you would prepare them to testify in court.
I think that vanity license plates are aptly named. I was at the grocery store last night in some snowy weather and almost ran into a Mercedes with a license plate that read “GAS”. We have some pretty affluent oil industry folks out here, as well as landowners who have oil royalties. The driver and passenger looked pretty elderly. I would love to know their story.
What are some memorable vanity plates you have seen or heard of? Give some hypotheses about the Mercedes I saw last night.
The headlines today say that Facebook is creating “an immersive environment called Horizon to tempt people into spending more time in virtual reality.” They’re calling this virtual world “Horizon”.
I just recently finished reading Ready Player One by Ernest Cline, which is about a future in which a worldwide virtual reality called “Oasis” has become the reality for most people. Despite there being some seriously bad guys in the story, Ready Player One is much more optimistic about this future virtual world than I am.
Having just written yesterday about my unhappiness with my phone game addiction, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to jump into a virtual reality world with both feet. I mean, if you spend lots more time in “Horizon” or “Oasis” or “Eden”, who does the dishes and vacuums the dog hair? My job of physically sending people to exotic destinations would be kaput. In Ready Player One, many people got jobs in the Oasis but it still doesn’t answer the question of who makes your frozen burritos and who maintains the building you live in.
So I think I’ll pass. At least for now.
You just got a new planet for your birthday. What would you call it? Anything special about it?
I’ve picked up a very bad habit over the past several months. Like way too many other folks I have succumbed to apps on my phone, three in particular: two games and one “paint by number” program. It wasn’t too worrisome until a few weeks back I realized that I’m reading less, mostly in the first hour after I get up in the morning and at the gym, both prime times in my reading schedule. It’s showed up on my reading log that I have read less at this point in the year than I have in the last five years. This is a horrifying revelation to me. In fact, it took me two weeks to decide to divulge this on the trail. Just embarrassing.
So I’ve made the decision to try to give up all three apps for the month of October. At first I thought I would just do a week, but I’m thinking to get them out of my system, I need to delete the apps and give it a solid month. I can always re-install the games if I think I can be more circumspect in my usage. They do say you have to do something for at least 21 days to have the habit sink in. We’ll see.
When have you quit something cold turkey? How did you do?
Back to my rant on reactionary headlines. Now I’m seeing news that some videos from quite a few years ago have been leaked from Navy archives, videos that the Navy says are “real”. They show unidentified objects that have never been explained. So now aliens exist and are among us according to the headlines.
Personally I’m not willing to say that we are the only life in the universe. As Matthew McConaughey says in the movie, Contact
However, I’m pretty sure that if there is other life in the universe, the human race doesn’t have it within itself to RECOGNIZE that life. I think that our definition of life is too small. Even our definition of life is based on what we currently believe to be life: “the condition that distinguishes animals and plants form inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity and continual change preceding death.”
I’m also pretty sure that any kind of life/civilization that can get to Earth is/will be way more advanced than we can imagine. So I’m not really concerned that the Navy video is really aliens – if aliens are here, they are advanced enough to keep themselves hidden from us. For all we know, aliens do walk among us and we’ll probably never figure it out?
What place in the universe would you like to visit?
I’m driving down the interstate and am drowsy. I jerk awake and it seems as if I am on a different road. It is still two lanes in my direction (I feel like I’m going south) but there aren’t many street lights. Seems more like a more rural highway. I’m not sure how I could have gotten onto this road. I see flashing lights in the distance and as I come to a stop, I see a grisly accident on my right. It’s two mangled cars, but up on the hillside along the road, as if the intensity of the crash flipped them up onto the hill.
There are several cops and also mechanics at the stop. One of them uses a catapult-type contraption and shoots a spherical object up into the sky. I’m not sure what it is. While I sit in my car, I suddenly here a bang and feel something drop behind my head and catch in my hair. I look up and there is a small hole in the ceiling of my car, about ¾ of an inch. I get out of my car and show the hole to the cops and mechanics.
Suddenly I’m in a car repair shop and there are two mechanics telling me that it will take 30 days for them to get to the car and they’ll call me when it’s repaired. I tell them that they should call me when they are ready to work on it because I’m not leaving the car with them for 30 days. They consult a bit and then say “well, if you can wait, we’ll do it right now.” Then I’m rolling over and hitting the alarm.
As I’ve mentioned before, I subscribe to the “detritus swirling around in your subconscious” theory of dream interpretation, however for this particular dream, I’ve got nothing.
What do you think my dream means?
In the news today, Strawberry Fields, the spot that sparked John Lennon’s imagination and led to their great song will be opening to the public soon. You will be able to walk the gardens and grounds and there is a visitor center with interactive exhibits that highlight Lennon’s early life.
According to the story, about 60,000 visitors gather at the gates to Strawberry Fields every year.
What spot inspired by song would YOU like to visit?