Archive | September, 2008

What do you give the couple who has everything?

By on September 30, 2008 in Nonsense fun, On marriage and commitment

Everything, that is, but the assurance of legal recognition?

How ’bout a nice juicy donation to the No on Proposition 8 campaign?  It’s all the rage at California weddings this season.

And for good reason.  A donation goes with anything you’re wearing. It fits fine in your already crowded kitchen cabinets because it’s actually never going to go there anyway.  And both giver and receiver know it’s the right thing.  Hmm: material possession?  Or advancement in civil rights for friends, family, and neighbors?  Material posessions?  Or advancement in civil rights for friends, family, and neighbors?  Should be an easy decision.  I’ll go with None Are Free ‘Til All Are Free for $50, Bob.

Above: the donation table at the (3rd, hopefully final) wedding of the nice lesbian gals across the street. Wedding (1) was their own hitchin’, pre-2004; (2) their 2004 San Francisco wedding; and (3) Sunday’s beautiful event, at which their daughter tossed flower petals and clots of kids tucked into a fruit tart decorated to look like a rainbow-flag.  

Donations to the No on 8 campaign are especially useful now that the Yes on 8 ads have hit the airwaves, with predictable scare tactics and misinformation.  Like, your children will be forced to marry their same-sex chums in kindergarten if this thing passes.  Joy of Gay S*x on the required reading list of first graders. Stuff like that.  

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Weekend bonus shot, 09.27.08

By on September 28, 2008 in Mostly a picture, Weekend bonus shot

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Late afternoon at the zoo, Oakland, CA.

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Posting kiddle pix while Rome burns

By on September 25, 2008 in Mostly a picture

Okay, well, Rome seems to be fine. It’s the US of A that’s all going to heck these days. And if we don’t all do something RIGHT THIS VERY INSTANT, we’re evidently going to be headed there in a HANDBASKET. (I wish I were only quoting my favorite four-year-old, here, and not the stupidest president to darken the doorway of the Oval Office.)

Jiminey Crickets there’s a lot of drama in the news these days. Too much for me, who is a diagnosed Drama-Averse Personality. Given a choice between a cool-headed candidate and a drama queen, I will go for the cool head ten times out of ten. I have enough fun with drama queens at home, thank you very much.

And what do the kids do when the nation’s economy is going to pot? What they’ve been doing all along. Streaking around the house buck naked and giggling madly as they bury themselves in pink taffeta.

Which I think Rep. Barney Frank, Chair of the House Financial Services Committee, will have earned the right to do, after this whole financial market bailout package dealie is over.*

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San Diego mayor Jerry Sanders’ statement on same-sex marriage

By on September 23, 2008 in On marriage and commitment

Okay, this was made almost exactly a year ago, but it’s as appropriate as if it was recorded yesterday.  No on 8 folks reminded me of it by posting it on their website.  That is, until yesterday, when they posted their new ad that’s currently on the airwaves in CA. 

A print piece on Mayor Sanders’ press conference is here, from the San Diego Metro News. And Pam’s House Blend included the entire text of his statement in its coverage last year.  [Point of fact 1: He's a Republican.  Point of fact 2: He was re-elected after he took this stand.]

In recent more news: No on Prop 8 Ad Hits California Airwaves, reports Karen Ocamb at Bilerico (hat tip to Dana at Mombian).  Pam’s House Blend’s got coverage of it here: First No on Prop 8 Ad Hits Airwaves. Interesting conversation in the comment stream about what’s present & what’s absent in marriage equality ads, and why.

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A little lite diversion

By on September 22, 2008 in Nonsense fun

I know, I know. The economy is heading straight into the crapper faster than a college freshman’s umpteenth drink too many.  We’re all comrades now (who knew!  the Republican party and the titans of capitalism deliver us an estrogen-packin’ VP candidate and a socialist state, all in the same jam-packed one month period!  I so wasn’t expecting it!). And we got way bigger fish to fry than lipstick-wearing pigs.  

More important, that tempest-in-a-teapot is soooooo a week-and-a-half ago.  Soooooo pre-Wall Street implosion.  

Plus, the only lipstick I care about is what rubs off on me from my sweetie’s smooches.  Not that anyone asked.  

But!  It’s been such a nonstop No on 8 campaign over here at LD* that I thought I’d pass along a little levity to counterweight the gravity.  And who can resist George Saunders? From “My Gal,” in this week’s New Yorker:

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Weekend bonus shot, 09.20.08

By on September 20, 2008 in Mostly a picture, Weekend bonus shot

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Tubular fun, Oakland, CA.

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Marriage equality & our former babysitter

By on September 19, 2008 in Go hetero ally go!, On marriage and commitment

First, get out your hankies, if you’re the weepy type.

Second, watch for a quickie cameo by our former babysitter (hint: she’s testifier #3!). Yeah, we’re lucky.  She works as a camp counselor at Camp it Up, a long-running summer camp for LGBT families.  She and her homies there felt this all needed to be said, and I think they did a damn good job saying it.

Now if THIS was the post you decided to pass on to a friend, or co-worker, or whomever you haven’t already innundated with links or notices, then I will now provide the following LINK TO WHERE FOLKS CAN HELP SUPPORT THE NO ON 8 CAMPAIGN.   

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The sagacity of hope

By on September 18, 2008 in Go hetero ally go!, On marriage and commitment

My beloved is endearingly superstitious, a trait she inherited directly from her mother. Could be a theater thing.   She spills some salt, she has to toss some over her left shoulder.  We’re walking side-by-side and find we’re split up to pass by a pole or some such, and she’s compelled to say, “Bread and butter.”  I’m supposed to say it too, otherwise: something bad will come between us.  I humored her for the first few weeks of our relationship, but soon branched off into reciting my own version of paired items.  ”Marx and Lenin.”  ”Thesis and antithesis.”  ”Seals and Crofts.”  She says it’s okay, it counts.

One of my favorite of her superstitions is a digital-era tic: whenever a clock reads 11:11, you have to make a wish. Each time, it’s prefaced with the saying, “Eleven eleven, make a wish.”  Insiders can shorten it simply to, “Eleven eleven.” You know what you’re supposed to do next.

So when I sat down to work at the computer this morning, and saw its clock read 11:11, I was in a quandary. What to wish for first? I’ve wished for so many things that didn’t come true. And I suppose, I have to admit, many that did come true. But it’s human nature to overlook those.

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