Happy Holidays everyone!
This week there has been a patent trial going on. I think its very interesting how the lawyers and the experts are able to break down very complicated technical pieces into understandable morsels for the jury, the judge, and me (most of whom do not have a technical background).
What I really have enjoyed about watching the trial is observing the different lawyering styles of the plaintiff's and defendant's attorneys. It is very much like watching a play at the theatre and I have been wondering, along with the other clerks, if they "put on" a certain type of personality to perform for the jury. And if they do, how much does that affect the jury's decision.
I asked the Judge this and he said that he's seen a lot of jury trials (ofc) and he feels that they do decide on the merits and not the lawyer's character/personality giving the example of a very incompetent lawyer and the jury still deciding his way.
In other amusing news:
One of the other law clerks is from Australia. So a tidbit Australia-Xmas is one (and maybe only) Carol: 6 White Bloomers (re: Kangaroos and Santa's sleigh)
I've found the lyrics (not sure they are entirely accurate) but here it goes:
Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kanga-roo
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo
Mummy, where's my mummy, they've taken her a-way
We'll help you find your mummy son, hop on the sleigh
[Verse:]
Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped
But they hadn't gone far when Santa stopped
Un-harnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky
[Chorus:]
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run
Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat
Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet
Into one popped Joey, feeling quite OK
While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh
Joey said to Santa, Santa, what about the toys
Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys
They've all got their presents son, we were here last night
This trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight
Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar
Slow down there, cried Santa, it can't be far
Come up on my lap son, and have a look around
There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down
Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey
ever had
Curled up in mother's pouch all snug and glad
The last they saw was Santa headed northward
from the sun
The only year the boomers worked a double run

