A Few Questions

Posted on April 9, 2008 by Varg

I have a few questions regarding the story linked below:

Second teenage girl identifies Bonds in court; Juror tells court Bonds is “fidgeting” during testimony

When they say…

“Now we’re reading the testimony?” prosecutor deBlanc objected. Judge Jerome Winsberg agrees.

…do they change tense in the middle of the paragraph?

When they say…

“Judge, these objections are an attempt to harass us?” said Boggs, putting the emphasis on the first syllable of the word.

…do they mean the word “harass” or any of the other words in that statement?

When they say…

With the jury out of the courtroom, the judge brings in one juror who wanted to tell the court of something he saw Bonds do during the two teenage girls’ testimony.

“To me that’s a form of intimidation,” the juror said. “I’ve been around long enough to know. In the direction that he did it in, like so. How would you categorize that?”

The juror, a man with a beard and glassed on his hand, told the court that while each girl was testifying, he saw Bonds glide a finger over his face and rest his hand in his head.

…shouldn’t the third paragraph be where the second one is and the second one be where the third one is? The gesture is referenced before it is introduced. Also, what does “glassed on his hand” mean?

1 thought on “A Few Questions”

celcus says:

April 9, 2008 at 4:14 pm

I think Gwen Filosa may not be ready for prime time.

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.