Day 89 - 9/19/21 - SUN
- mainemoviepirate
- 17 hours ago
- 2 min read
Journal Entry:
"Way better night sleep, I’m getting there. Slowly. Today, if I can stay focused, will work on J., Null and legal research. I want to write several more motions, focusing on all the defenses, more letters/emails.
BRUNCH: S. Eggs, French toast, potatoes, orange.
Still feeling shitty off and on, need to get over this so I can get this work done, tho I’m not sure I’ll ever really be done. 90 days in the am, let’s ratchet this thing up! Didn’t work but helped J.K. with the Plastic Ware.
Looks like we’ve lost the TV room for 48 hours, another cell phone incident. It is what it is.
SUPPER: Roast Beast, mashed potato, brown sauce, green beans.
Another softball game. No ‘You’re in my seat,’ probably tomorrow, tho."
Notes for Day 89 (Four Years Later)
The 90-Day Milestone: I was counting down the hours to the 90-day mark. In prison, you survive by ratcheting the time up into manageable chunks. I was finally getting some "way better" sleep, which allowed my brain to pivot back to legal research and writing motions.
The EFF & The "Lost Years": Looking at my note about wanting to write "several more motions" on "all the defenses," I realize now how much of a missed opportunity that era was. While I was eating "Roast Beast" and helping J.K. with plastic ware, organizations like the EFF and national Fair Use experts were ready to help.
Ineffectual Representation: The "shitty" feeling I had off and on wasn't just the cold; it was the weight of doing the work my lawyer refused to do. One expert eventually sent me a Fair Use report via snail mail because he knew I was incarcerated and wanted me to have the tools to fight. My own representation wouldn't even pick up the phone to talk to these people, forcing me to try to "ratchet up" a legal defense from a prison library with 48 hours of no TV room access.
A Consistent Mission: This entry, combined with the Lessig draft from the day before, is proof that my stance on the "Copyright Regime" wasn't a prison-house excuse. I was already writing about defenses like Implied License and First Sale while my body was still fighting off a virus in a bunk.
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