Crispy spinach:! I had forgotten about the crispy spinach. cattitude and I don't leave until Friday, which limits the number of meals I will have in Montreal this trip, but I am looking forward to seeing you.

I never forget the crispy spinach. Mmmmm, crispy spinach.

With the limited number of meals, I don't want to swear absolutely that we should have crispy spinach together, because it may be better that we have something else nice. But if we did end up having crispy spinach together, that would be good.

The thing about crispy spinach is that it is crispy, and also spinach.

I mean. I know!

Canadian money! Ack! I suppose I'll just change money in the airport, or something.

Crispy spinach? It sounds like it could be good. Where would one find such a thing?

I usually just take money out of the ATM whenever I arrive wherever I'm going. As far as I know the exchange rate is supposed to be better that way - but then again there's usually a fee for using a different bank.

You can get Canadian money at any branch bank around here if you end up having time. Minnesota banks assume that everybody will be going back and forth to Canada at the drop of a hat.

As for crispy spinach, the all-you-can-eat Asian fusion place has some, and I'm not sure where else. I know the place we ate up in Chinatown did, but that's going to be too far afield for the amount of time you're going to be spending. So I believe your best bet is to keep your ears open for AYCE Asian fusion. Which has other charms as well.

A great many people will seize upon any excuse at hand to get out of jury duty, so it's probably not that they think the vertigo absolutely needs a medical exemption, just that if they were in your shoes, they would use it in a heartbeat.

I got my first jury summons recently (first I had to deal with; before that I was a student), and had to make a conscious decision not to look for ways to weasel out of it. Because, y'know, civic duty, and our justice system really is one of the country's better ideas in concept, and I really have no justification for not doing my part to make the reality of the concept as good as I can.

I expect this attitude will last until the first time I actually get called for duty, at which point I'll become as cynical as everybody else. But until then, I'll citizen up and accept my duty.

I am not convinced that the vertigo could get a medical exemption, is the thing. "I feel dizzy some of the time, and the treatment is messing with me in the following ways," makes me feel like the doctor is going to tell me to get back out there and run my laps do jury duty. I may well underestimate how the doctors would react. (Since you've heard a recent report on what "in the following ways" includes, you may be going, "uh, yah.")

Which I have now officially done anyway, so it worked out.

You could probably swing it, if that was what you wanted to do. If I were a lawyer, I would see it as sufficient reason to rule you out as a juror; it might distract you at a key moment when I need you to be paying attention.

I'm pretty sure it wouldn't, but I don't know that I could convince a lawyer it wouldn't to their satisfaction.

I'm thoroughly convinced, deep inside, that at least one lawyer in any case would rather die than have me on their jury. So if they ever call me, it's going to feel like a waste of time. (For some reason, nobody has ever called me for jury duty, despite always being a registered voter, owning a car, owning property, having a drivers license, having a phone, etc; all the places they might look for people to call. I'm sure it's not really that they've figured out it would be a waste of their time and mine.)

No idea if it's really true; Mris has more actual probably-excluding factors than I do.

Lawyers have a limited number of preemptive challenges, is the thing. And I suspect that this was how my father ended up being on a felony jury. Because good lord, no trial lawyer I'm aware of would have wanted him there.

I can't judge in your specific case, of course. I don't know if anybody would want me on their jury, either; I know some of the types of questions lawyers ask prospective jurors, and my answers would likewise probably make at least one of them not want me there. But for the time being -- having never experienced it myself -- I'm trying to tell myself I should act like a good little citizen.

If I were in your shoes of never even being notified, though, I wouldn't complain. My good-citizenship doesn't go that far. :-)

Here in MA you may postpone your jury duty for any reason whatsoever, and you usually even can pick the date you want to postpone it to. It's very civil. I had to postpone mine, a year back, because the end of August is the absolute worst time in the world for me to be anywhere but at the workplace.

But if you postpone, you don't get to postpone again (well, you do the next time you're called, but you can only get called once in three years at most), so you'd better pick a date in which you are prepared to show up and perhaps commit several days of your life, or they get testy.

I found jury duty to be an interesting and eye-opening experience, by the way. I was in for a murder trial and served for nearly two weeks. I was extremely cynical about the usefulness and value of the jury system until I served it; I now have renewed faith that the crazy idea actually seems to work well a lot of the time.

That's actually good to hear, given how much people usually talk about jury duty as a burden to be wiggled out of if at all possible.

I did postpone my duty the first time I got called, because the dates were for right when I was finishing a book, and if I'd had to actually serve it would have really messed with my work schedule. When my new date rolled around, I called in the night before and got a message saying I was completely off the hook. So far, that's my only experience.

That sounds remarkably plan-like! I'm in.

I'm pretty bouncy and excited now. It's a good thing I have fun plans for tonight and Saturday and intervening times, or I would do nothing but count seconds.

One of the primary reasons I don't write thank-you notes is because I never do them in a timely fashion and I hate feeling dilatory. But I admire the people who have the moral character to do them, timely or not. I am wholly aware I'm a bum.

Canadian money, heavy with coin, is the primary reason I'm really not sure I approve of a dollar coin in the US even though I know why it's sane and desirable for a number of important reasons. Your pocket/purse/wallet/whatever gets so HEAVY in Canada. And since I have been instilled by US upbringing to think, "coins generally do not reflect any significant amount of purchasing power," there's a point about 48 hours into any given trip into Canada where I think, "Oh, damn, I'm out of paper money, I'll need to get more to buy coffee"* and then I do and generate even more coins in change, and by the end of the trip I shamefacedly realize I have $10+ in coins weighing down my pocket.

* It's always coffee. Morning coffee is virtually the only purchase in my existence which I routinely buy with cash instead of plastic.

I realize none of this has much to do with anything; pardon my rambles.

The problem is actually that I spend my loonies and twonies--and thereby don't spend the quarters.

I get thank-you notes written because I loooooove stationery. Which is shallow, but there you have it.

*sigh* One really shouldn't slight Hastings. There are good people there.

On what planet is, "I can't drive and don't want to commit resources to having someone drive me 30-40 minutes to not be selected to be on a jury" a slight to the location of that jury?

A planet where teasing nuance can't easily be detected via lj comments, apparently.

I certainly would have been one of those to pipe up that you should get a medical exemption (I have one! They're trendy). Sitting around in a confined space for unknown amounts of time while you might feel dizzy and may sometimes have to run out to puke (or get air, or whatever) sounds like a good enough reason to me.

Rewording: that you COULD, not that you should. :D

The one time I was called I was going to be at work, out of the province, in a situation where I wasn't easily replaceable (they'd have to import someone from the U.S. to replace me). Wrote out the form stating same, waited a couple of days, got the exemption, went to B.C.

Didn't feel good about it, because it's an important duty. Had it been any other week, I would go.