Archive for the 'On marriage and commitment' Category

I wake up before 6:00am, with the alarm. Dress fast, leave the house before the kids come to bed. I could count on two hands, maybe one, the number of times I’ve done that before.
Daylight savings time at least enables me to pull away from the house in the rosy-fingered dawn, and not [...]

Check out what folks did in LA last night:

‘Thousands protest over Prop 8, LAPD on tactical alert,’ photo: Kevin Ballie, from the Blend piece linked below.
** San Francisco Prop 8 Protest •
Civic Center to Dolores Park •
Fri., Nov. 7th, 5:30pm **
 
**[Other gatherings planned up and down the state today -- Mission [...]

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In keeping with recent LD tradition of scatter-shot, repetitive posts showing a reckless disregard for minimum standards of copyediting or continuity, I offer yet another dispatch for those not able to be spending their remaining day before the election shivering in the windy rain, passing out No on 8 leaflets.
That’s what scads and scads [...]

Most every night I talk with my dad on the phone.  Nine-thirty, after the kids are asleep and the house is cleaned.  Or should be.  It’s a little late for him to stay up, but it’s the only time we can be assured of no interruptions on my end.  It’s kind of like how I [...]

One of life’s gazillion ironies: what’s exacerbating my obsession about this Prop 8 battle — a sense of protectiveness for my kids — is also behind my inability to throw myself into it 110%.  I’m sure I’m not the only one in this position.  
Ratcheting up that inability (and peppering the whole business with yet [...]

Where’s the content-free, calming photographic image for the weekend, the Proposition 8-bedraggled regular LD reader might ask?
Gone! Along with all sense of proportion to the world!  Which will return in three — count ‘em: 3! — days.  Come hell or high water, and today, at least in my home state, it looks like [...]

So fast, the title doesn’t even give you a CLUE.
But you know, making sense TAKES TIME, and a gal has to put the cutie pie son down for his nap.
First, Mark Morford’s bang-up column in the San Francisco Chronicle the other day: “It’s racism and homophobia, neck and neck, down to the wire.  Can they [...]