Friday, November 05, 2004
Feels Like Home
I’ve finally gotten a decent night’s sleep and the world is starting to feel like I belong in it again, mutual warts and all. I’ve loaded a few photos into the computer, cleaned up my inbox at work, and returned to my familiar chores and schedule. I’ve been wondering how to share something of my experience with the blogging public - I wrote up diary entries that occupy 15 tightly written pages in my moleskine book, but even I find some of that stuff tedious upon re-reading it; it’ll be there when I need to see it but till then it makes more sense to me just to pick a few highlights to impose on y’all. So here’s the plan: I’ll spend next week blogging about some of the more noteworthy and meaningful moments of my trip to Cleveland in convenient byte-sized bits. “Fun-size” is, by the way, a misnomer - why is a candybar more fun when it’s small enough to lodge in somebody’s nostril? They should call the little candy bars “rip-off” sized, and the “fun size” should be big enough to share among all the players at an intramural naked oiled Twister party. Other attributes of “fun” and “sizing” are available upon request at the Chucklehut.
And for the record, I’m taking down the paypal button. I don’t need any more reminders of the loss, and I will never forget the support and help I received from this fantastic community, both monetary and emotional. But now it’s time to move on, I suppose, and not in a .org sort of way. Not for a week or so, anyway. We’ll get ‘em next time, right?
Till then I’m going to try to catch up on some other stuff, but I’ll leave you with this: last week we had a big committee meeting to apportion some grant funds among several proposals intended to assist self-represented litigants achieve access to justice. One proposal came in from a program that has a good track record and a very needy, under-served population, so it was received with much deference and attentiveness. The plan was to set up clinics in the courthouse in the isolated south-east CA town of Banning, to help poor people with limited english proficiency manage their own legal cases. Our advisor from the courts’ governing body was comfortable with the proposal so long as we changed the name. How did I overlook the natural entertainment value of calling this project “Banning Civil Legal Access?”
I’d better wrap things up and get on with things. I do have a lot of getting on to do today.
