Monday, June 28, 2021

Pride Along

 

That’s right, it’s time for a new entry!  I can’t even remember the last time I completed two entries in one month, but writing this blog gives me a sort of control over my life, no matter how chaotic things can get.  As such, it feels good to be writing something that isn’t a motion or work email for once.

June has been a mixed month for me.  The COVID-19 pandemic continues to wind down, which means more restrictions are being lifted.  As such, I’ve been able to restore more elements of my pre-quarantine life.  I’ve been hitting the gym every week, I’ve been able to eat out more, and I’ve even been talking to my parents about arranging a long-awaited visit—either here or in Hawaii.  Normally, all this news would mean that life is on the up-and-up.  Unfortunately, every yin has a yang; for each thing going right, there seems to be something going wrong.  Be it computer troubles, phone troubles, car troubles, insomnia, civic duties, workplace difficulties, or trials coming up, there always seems to be something going wrong or breaking down.  So far, I’ve been able to endure it all with relative grace under pressure.  While things can sometimes get extremely difficult, I keep up to the best of my ability, adapting as necessary and seeking relevant help whenever pertinent.  With a smile on my face and my eyes on a stable future, I’ll continue to conquer every challenge.  Having faced a global pandemic in the near past, I have no doubt I’ll be able to straighten things out in the coming weeks.

Still, no matter how rough things get, some things continue to brighten my days.  I’ve been able to see Cthulhu on a semi-regular basis.  We’ve hit up restaurants new and old, tried to revive our social lives, and generally have been there for each other through life’s trials and tribulations.  During one such visit, we attended a Pride event in Keizer together.  As an ally of the LGBTQ community, it’s a little weird that I’ve never been to a Pride event; it was time to rectify that!  The event was a low-key and casual affair, so there wasn’t a major parade or display.  Nonetheless, it was a pleasant and welcoming experience.  In some ways, it felt like a harbinger of things to come; with a dwindling pandemic, new and wonderful events are on the horizon, and I’m ready to embrace them.

 

The event had rock painting; I took part by painting a rock with some of my favorite colors.

Chalk art at pride.

Denny's shortbread pancakes drizzled with caramel: my go-to dinner for rough days at work.

Saturday, June 5, 2021

Switcheroo

 

I’m back, everyone!  I’ve been out of the blog game for most of the year, but I finally found the time to take a breather and take stock in what the f*** has been happening recently.  To be honest, a whole lot has happened since my last post (where, if you might recall, I observed that not much had changed from last year), personally and publicly.  A full list of everything could be a little time-consuming/Russian novel-length/TMI, so I’ll stick to the big picture.

One major shift (which provided me inspiration for the post title) is that after months of hesitation and Wii U gaming, I caved and bought a Nintendo Switch during President’s Day sales, purchasing half a dozen games to go with it.

 



I expect quarantine (or what’s left of it) should be at least a little more entertaining.  I’ve already put some of these games to good use (while still experimenting with computer modding and mobile gaming at various intervals), and I plan to get back into gaming as I try to restructure my schedule going forward.  In a way, this whole experience is getting me to get back to my gaming roots; most of the games I got are remakes from my youth, including one special virtual download: Star Wars: Episode I: Racer, the very first video game I ever played (which I downloaded onto my Switch on Star Wars Day).  The circle is now complete, and I am now born again as a gamer.  Once more, I shall collect stars, hunt bounties, catch them all, and become King of Mario Kart!

 

Whether it's the Tillamook County Jail or the Oovo IV Detention Center, I frequently find myself conducting business behind bars

(For those that don’t know, I once won a Mario Kart 8 tournament in college.  Wins can sometimes go to my head).

However, the biggest switch to my life by far in recent months is one for the books: I am now fully vaccinated from COVID-19!  It took a while for me to find the opportunity, but thanks to my constant working at the county jail, I was able to get on the list of people prioritized to get the COVID-19 vaccine.  After 2 shots and 2 weeks, I’m fully vaccinated and able to move around more than I have in months.  Case in point: I’ve been hitting up my favorite local restaurants and I even made it down to Salem to see Cthulhu a few times!  After over a year de facto confined to Tillamook (specifically, home and workplace-centered), being able to travel, even for a little, feels like a massive relief.


Shot 1

Shot 2

Denny's, I missed you

                                                  

Tora Sushi Lounge, it's good to be back

                                                                                   

The familiar Golden Man greets me in Salem

 

With the ability to go outside, and a strong incentive to stay inside, 2021 is shaping up to be better than last year.  I’m still ironing out a fair amount of kinks: I’ve got to clean my room, I’ve got various appointments to catch up on, and I’m still working remotely on most days.  With any luck, life will return to normal (or some semblance of normal) soon enough, I’ll be able to enjoy my hobbies in peace, I’ll be able to continue my journey as a growing attorney, and I won’t wait 5 months to post my next blog entry.  Fingers crossed!

Sunday, January 17, 2021

New Year, Old Problems

 

Happy (Extremely Belated) Holidays/New Year, everyone!  I hope everyone’s 2021 is off to a decent start.

Despite the best efforts of health authorities everywhere, COVID-19 is still very much a serious problem.  This made the 2020 holiday season a bit less jolly than usual and kept celebrations to a minimum.  Ironically, this didn’t make a huge difference for me, as I spent most of the previous holiday season indoors and alone as well.  Still, I did what I could: I called my loved ones, kept my little electric menorah lit, and gorged myself on peppermint bark.

As December came to an end, so did 2020.  This was a doozy of a year that just about everyone was happy to see go (including yours truly).  The United States had a toxic presidential election where partisanship was prevalent as ever.  Police brutality (already a massive social problem that I occasionally run across at work) escalated to horrific new levels in response to peaceful protests and frightening riots alike. The West Coast became an inferno triggered by wildfires, leading to apocalyptic orange skies and hellish storms of smoke.  Worst of all, the COVID-19 pandemic threw the entire world into disarray and fear.  I was not immune from these troubles: I haven't been with Cthulhu since March, I spent most of summer devoid of personal human contact, the wildfires in Oregon caused me no end of fear, and I've been handling a variety of serious/unpleasant cases since becoming major felony-certified. Still, as troubling as this year was, it had a lot of significance for me in one major way: this was my first full year practicing as a lawyer.  I tried cases, learned the complexities of running a law office, interacted with a wide variety of clients, became major felony-certified, and gained no end of experience.  Although I won’t have the fondest memories of 2020, it was undoubtedly an extremely important year for me and my career.

Although 2021 is shaping up to be a year where things could get a lot better, it started with an unpleasant bang.  On January 6, there was an ugly riot in Washington, D.C. that almost escalated into a full-scale insurrection.  I won’t go into detail here (as previously mentioned, serious political discourse is outside the scope of this goofy slice-of-life blog; look this up in your search engine or newspaper of choice), but I will mention that that particular day was agonizing.  I spent most of the afternoon trying to stay calm and praying that a civil war wouldn’t break out.  Eventually, the chaos subsided (though the aftereffects will be felt for quite a while).  I was so shaken by the events, I was actually relieved to have an extremely uneventful birthday.  As with last year, I was far away from friends and family on the day in question.  Unlike last year, a deadly virus was on the loose, so I didn’t have the means to eat out or to leave the county for a birthday celebration.  As such, my birthday celebrations were limited to reaching out to friends/loved ones, playing computer games from my youth, and gorging myself on cake.  It wasn’t an ideal way to spend a birthday, but it works just fine for me in the shadow of civil war and disease.  I still have my friends and loved ones, I’m still a practicing attorney, and I’m still alive—that’s certainly worthy of celebration, no matter how small-scale.

Revolts aside, this year has a lot of the same issues as last year so far.  My room is still a mess, finances are as complicated as ever, cases are as complicated as ever, new technology is as complicated as ever, Donald Trump is still the President (for future readers not paying attention in history class, Donald Trump was a controversial real estate tycoon elected President in 2016 who lost re-election in 2020—now please pay more attention in class), crimes are still committed, everything is in lockdown thanks to the pandemic, I still sleep too much on weekends, and I’m still figuring out how to be a competent lawyer.  I’ll address these old problems as I did last year: a combination of determination, support, and gorging myself on ice cream.  With any luck, my second full year as an attorney will be smoother than my first.

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Thanks for the Memories

Happy Th…ree Days After Thanksgiving, everyone! I meant to write this entry on Thanksgiving, but the bottle of Guinness I had with dinner had other plans. Having slept a whole lot and properly digested, I’m back into the writing fray. Compared to last year, Thanksgiving was a quiet affair; I barricaded myself into my room with several packs of dinner rolls (my favorite Thanksgiving food) along with some fruit and libations, enjoying a slow, methodical meal. More than ever, I miss my parents, Cthulhu, and Cthulhu’s family. That being said, there are plenty of things to feel grateful for right now. As corny as it is, I’ve decided to follow up on last year’s Thanksgiving special and jot down exactly what I’m thankful for this year.

First of all, I’m very thankful for my health. As I write this, COVID-19 continues to surge around the world. The United States has been hit especially hard, and life continues to be on regular lockdown. Even Tillamook County has been hit, as cases have emerged among jail and courthouse staff. I’ve tried to do my part to fight the epidemic by staying home all the time, minimizing my trips outside, consistently wearing a mask, and meeting with clients only telephonically. Still, I occasionally put myself at risk with my duties, having to visit the county jail and meet with clients in my office. There are many opportunities that I’ve had to catch the virus, and I’m very fortunate to have not caught it. As much as I take precautions, there is no doubt that luck has played a part in my safety. Although there are potential vaccines in sight, I will continue to be careful and hope that Fortune will continue to favor me.

Next, I’m really grateful for the economic security that I have maintained throughout this crisis. As part of the lockdowns brought on by the pandemic, many people have lost their jobs or have seen their pay cut (because of this, more people than usual are considered eligible for court-appointed counsel, something that has been consistent throughout the epidemic). Unlike many, I have continued to be paid regularly throughout the pandemic and have not had any difficulty with paying rent or for groceries. While part of this stability comes from working hard in school and finding the right job, I have no doubt that good fortune (again) played a major role in ensuring financial security. I’ll be sure to make the most of my fortunate position by continuing to help the less fortunate through defending the indigent.

Furthermore, I’m extremely grateful to still have numerous friends and relatives still supporting me. Between being buried in work and bunkered in my rented room, I don’t have a lot of opportunities to socialize or travel these days. Thanks to social media, various video chat programs, and good old-fashioned text messages, I’ve been able to stay in to touch with friends and family. Whether it’s my usual D&D online session, occasionally touching base with my parents, or catching up with an old university chum, I’ve tried to maintain some kind of social life through quarantine and quandaries. I haven’t been the best at staying in touch, but I promise to step up my contact game, friends (it’s a bit early, but I guess this counts as a New Year’s resolution—this post is now a Thanksgiving AND New Year’s special)!

Finally (like last year), I’m thankful all the little and/or stupid things in life that continue make my life a little more pleasant: pasta, TV Tropes, dried fruit, cat/puppy videos, naps, affectionate cats, Star Wars, tuna melts, almonds, Spotify, online shopping, sushi, Ace Attorney, cheese, wholesome Internet memes, cake, Honest Trailers, soft pretzels, classic rock radio stations, sourdough bread, online quizzes, salt, Cinema Snob reviews, Random Encounters videos, ASMR videos, chocolate, late-night talk shows, Pokémon, Death Battle, s****y coffee, fancy mochas from Starbucks, video games, ice cream, tie-dye t-shirts, my growing lapel pin collection, modding computer games, custom ringtones, having the technology to keep in touch with friends throughout a global ordeal, and this blog (which I am still writing for after an entire year).

Happy Belated Thanksgiving/Black Friday, everyone! L’Chayyim!

Saturday, November 21, 2020

Anything Less than the Best is a Felony

It’s Month 8, Day I’ve-Lost-Track of quarantine.  The last 4 months or so have really flown by, each of which had their own flavor.  Because of quarantine, I haven’t had much to write about.  Now that several months have passed, I think I’ve amassed enough interesting subjects to write about now.

July was quite a busy month: I was flooded with 4 trials in 4 weeks, which is a lot more than I usually handle.  I was also assigned a flood of new cases, ranging from shoplifting (usually easy to resolve) to domestic violence (which is definitely my least favorite kind of case at this point).  Although social distancing guidelines are still in place, the circuit court started picking up steam, with cases no longer being delayed.  With cases being assigned and hearings coming up, I’ve found myself leaving the house 4 or 5 days a week and constantly going in and out of court.  Sometimes, I even have to burn the midnight oil, watching body cam footage on my laptop to make sure I stay on top of everything.  After several months of court being frozen out, it’s a little reassuring to have work starting to return to normal…or at least it was, until new restrictions by the state in mid-November caused the county to start delaying trials yet again.  As such, it’s back to working from home and staying isolated for the good of the realm.

As opposed to July, August was a fairly barren month in regard to trials.  I only had 1 trial scheduled at the end of the month (that ended up settling at the last second), so my court outings this month were limited to pretrial hearings.  Still, I endured the annoyances and boredoms of August and survived the Summer of Quarantine.

September is when things got kind of intense.  Early in the month, the entire West Coast was engulfed in wildfires.  The exact causes of the fires varied from location to location, but Tillamook County saw some massive conflagrations due to some downed power cables (which also caused a blackout for several terrifying hours; the first of several recent technical problems).  As a result of the rampaging fires, we were treated to an Oregon sky that looked like this.

The view from my room.

Yeah.  It was bad.

Because of the incredibly unhealthy, smog-filled air, everyone was encouraged to stay indoors (already kind of a given during a massive pandemic).  Life dragged on for 6 days under the orange sun, when we were then greeted by an old Oregon friend: rain.  Lots and lots of rain.

Here's the view from my car, taken close to the county jail.

Like all things, good and bad, the dramatic sky eventually came to a close, though it was gradual.  It wasn’t until the end of September that I was able to look out from the courthouse steps and see a view like this.

Moving on to more positive news, I recently passed several milestones.  I have now officially been a lawyer, a resident of Tillamook, the owner of a law office, and the writer of this blog for an entire year!  Furthermore, I am now major felony-certified (hence the title of this post).  What does this mean?  To put it simply, I am now allowed to try any criminal case in Oregon except murder (and possibly treason, but that’s a bit of a grey area).  This means I’m now in the big leagues.  Sure, I’ll be taking on gnarlier cases (like sex crimes and felonies with mandatory minimums), but it’s all part of the escalating journey that is my legal career.

Because of work and quarantine, I was unable to find a costume for Halloween.  Given that I typically dress like a cross between Phoenix Wright and the Winter Soldier on any given workday, I figured I was fine in the costume department anyway.

As the year 2020 keeps chugging towards its conclusion, things can still feel somewhat overwhelming.  The global pandemic is still raging, the United States just finished a toxic election season, and I haven’t seen Cthulhu in person for 8 months.  With the holiday season coming up, there’s a lot of potential for things to get better or worse.  No matter what happens, I’ll try to stay alive, stay positive, and stay strong in the face of craziness.


 

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Hiatus

 Due to a lack of content, Benjamin Fischberg: A[pprenti]ce Attorney will be on indefinite hiatus until the COVID-19 pandemic has settled down.

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Going the (Social) Distance


It’s been 4 months since my last blog entry.  Despite hopes to the contrary, quarantine is still in effect (although the exact conditions vary, especially county-to-county; some businesses are opening up, but masks are generally required).  However, there are some things that transcend quarantine—criminal justice is one of them.  As such, I’ve actually had to start going into the office to get work done and even found myself in court.  Because court proceedings can only be suspended for so long, the circuit court has resumed some trials.  Last week, I got to see this first-hand: I tried a case before a jury, but with brand-new social distancing guidelines in place!
Before discussing this interesting trial experience, there’s something else I want to address.  In the past 4 months, in the shadow of COVID-19, there has been a growing protest movement regarding criminal justice reform, racial injustice, and police brutality.  While protests of this kind are certainly nothing new, these protests and the accompanying dialogue have been receiving far more attention on the national stage than usual—there is a lot of potential for change blowing in the wind.  I have my own feelings on this discourse—some complex and some strong—but such discussions are beyond the scope of this blog, which is mostly meant for goofy entertainment purposes.  As such, I will not go further, but I encourage any and all readers to look into this further to learn more.  Future readers: I recommend looking up “George Floyd protests” in your search engine of choice to learn about what was going on in 2020.  Current readers: I recommend going to https://www.joincampaignzero.org/solutions to learn more about proposed policies that are being discussed.  It’s only part of the discussion, but I feel that it is a good starting point for laypeople.
(Note: this blog is not financially associated or otherwise affiliated with Campaign Zero.)
On to the main event: last week saw me conducting my first jury trial in Tillamook County!  I won’t go into too many details of the case, but it was a 2-count misdemeanor trial: 1 allegation of Menacing (putting one in fear of imminent serious physical harm) and 1 allegation of Criminal Mischief in the Second Degree (causing unwanted damage to a motor vehicle, in this case).  Because the charges were fairly minor and there were only 3 witnesses, this kind of case would normally take only 1 day to resolve.  However, the specter of COVID-19 meant that distancing precautions needed to be taken, which limited the number of potential jurors that could be questioned.  Normally, jury selection (something I have never done without a supervising attorney before) involves questioning 45 or so jurors at once spread throughout the courtroom.  With social distancing guidelines in place (which also required that everyone—jurors, lawyers, witnesses, and judge—wear masks for face shields), we could only have 15 at a time.  This doubled the length of jury selection and caused the trial to go into 2 days (also a first for me).  This let me dust off my (very rusty, 2-years-unused) voir dire skills and use/practice them not once, but twice.  Truth be told, it was a tough crowd; my friendly lighthearted approach that I developed in Salem, Oregon didn’t garner much positive response with the first pool, so I changed my tactics to be short and direct for the second pool (something to remember in the future with Tillamook juries).  Jury selection aside, the trial mostly went on as smoothly as I could hope.  I kept my opening statement short, defanged potentially harmful testimony through cross-examinations and hearsay objections, made appropriate motions for judgment of acquittal (which were denied, as usual), let my client tell his story through direct examination (while also trying to mitigate the harm caused by him more or less admitting to criminal action—quick tip: when on trial for menacing, assault, or something similar, don’t tell a jury “I would have shot him if I was carrying” or “at that point, I wanted to break his windows and drag him outside”), and delivered closing arguments that were rather eloquent (for me, at any rate).  When all was said and done, it was time for jury deliberation.  My heart pounding, and with little else to immediately do, I hit up the local Starbucks, grabbed some goodies, and came back to court to wait.
I had been sitting in the courthouse lobby for only about 5 minutes when I received a call that the jury had reached a verdict.  Once everyone was back in the courtroom and the verdict forms were in the hands of the judge, the verdict was read.  On the charge of Menacing, my client was found guilty.  Based on comments he had made on the stand, I wasn’t too surprised.  What did surprise me a little (though not that much, based on how many juries operate) was that he was found not guilty of Criminal Mischief in the Second Degree.  My client and I wanting to strike while the iron was hot, we asked to move into sentencing immediately.  I requested that the court release my client on credit for time served, as he had already been imprisoned for several months and did not pose a threat to others.  Conversely, the state argued that my client was dangerously delusional and requested 3 years probation with 6 months incarceration.  My client explained to the court that he was perfectly sane, harmless, and planning to leave the state…and then proceeded to shoot our case in the foot by saying that he was moving in with his friend Kim Kardashian, whom he claimed had been in court January on his behalf (note: she wasn’t).  Ultimately, the judge determined that probation would serve little purpose and that a flat jail sentence was in order.  She sentenced my client to 9 months, and the case was over.  Still, there was one bright spot that pleased me and my client; since he was acquitted of the criminal mischief charge, there was no financial restitution or obligation to pay.
Ultimately, I feel the trial mostly went well, given the facts I was working with and my relative inexperience.  It certainly feels weird to jump into the deep end after several months of isolation, but everything feels a little weird in this line of work.  The social distancing aspect was an interesting twist (and it was kind of amusing to see everyone wearing masks), but it ultimately didn’t factor into things too much (although I did raise some objections to get witnesses to remove their masks so that the jury could assess credibility).  Another interesting twist was that the case was prosecuted by a certified law clerk (albeit with a supervising prosecutor).  As a former law clerk myself, I got a little wistful.  Two years ago, I was sitting with a supervising attorney and trying my first cases.  Two years later, I’m on my own, handling cases like a professional.  Time really does fly…
Anyway, I’ll need to work on my voir dire skills, but it’s reassuring to see that I still have most of my trial skills on hand…which I’ll be needing again soon, as my next jury trial is set for this week!  Back into the fray!

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