Monday, September 10, 2012

On Proper Use Of Picture Molding

I'm not actually sure if it's proper, or even tournament-legal, but it seemed to come out well.  Twine is a pain in the ass to work with, and its threads are never more than a 35 degree twist away from having meltdown.  Gonzo is here for some perspective.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

On Dealing With Emotion

I could write. I've got things I want to say and express, but I spent enough time putting my ideas in to sentences before the election. For the moment, I just want to try expressing my sadness, frustration, and anger in a more creative way, turning to one of my favorite internet memes.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Write To Marry Day

It's Write To Marry Day today. In the spirit of things I took what I wrote in my last post and re-vamped it a little, and then submitted it to the Santa Barbara News Press as a letter to the editor, inspired also by this great letter to the editor I read over at BTB. I think the News Press must be getting at least a dozen letters on Prop 8 per day, and there's nothing terribly good or special about mine, so I doubt it will get published, but here it is:

Please Help Me Protect Families

I want to appeal to your empathy, but please don't dismiss it a fallacy. I want to appeal to your love for your family, as I cherish my own. I am son to Chris and JoAnn, grandson to Noel and Lenore, Joseph and Helen. The relationships and bonds that strengthen my family are those that we are being asked by Proposition 8 to ignore and deny to same-sex couples.

Please don't be persuaded by claims that domestic partnerships are equivalent to marriage. This issue is not about the total count of benefits that make up each, it is about whether we are willing to look a family in their eyes and tell them they cannot have legal marriage, to instead settle for something separate but mostly equal. These families do and always will exist. These families are our friends and neighbors, they belong to our schools, our secular and religious communities, and we must lift them up, not categorize them separately.

I respect that we all have different views and values concerning what makes marriage sacred, and I know that we all value our families. I know that we can coexist without those views being threatened or our families being diminished. We can all enjoy our equal right to legally marry in the eyes of our government. Please don't take that right away from so many families and couples; please don't put a limit on what my relationships are allowed to become; please vote No on proposition 8.

Friday, October 17, 2008

A Simple Plea

Next month Californians will all have the opportunity to vote on Proposition 8, which, if passed, will end the right for same-sex couples to marry, a right which has existed since the ruling from "In Re Marriage Cases" in the California Supreme Court this past summer. It will do this by amending our state constitution, and for the first time placing in to our constitution language that places restrictions on rights rather than defending them.

I respect your view of marriage.

I respect your traditions, your religious beliefs, and all that you hold dear concerning marriage. I respect and acknowledge that for you, true marriage only exists in one specific form, or only through an honored religious ceremony.

We can coexist peacefully along side each other, each with our own values concerning what marriage is, what it means to us, and how we choose to honor it. We can coexist peacefully in this way without any of us having to feel like second-class citizens in the eyes of our government; we can all enjoy the right to be legally married in the eyes of our state.

Please do not amend and destroy my right to legally marry in California. Please do not be persuaded and tricked by anyone who tries to convince you that in doing so you would be protecting children's education or your church's autonomy. Please vote No on Proposition 8, and maintain the legal right for all couples to marry.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

For Posterity (who am I kidding)

I think I'm going to write this post because I want to have a personal written account of what I did the day of the greatest stock market crash in US history, maybe to help cement it in my memory so that I can tell my grand kids great nieces and nephews what I was doing. Actually, it was a pretty full day. I got up early so that I could have breakfast at Max's with my Grandmother, and then I stopped at work but really only long enough to say goodbye to whomever was there to hear it. I got dropped off at SBA, caught my flight to PDX and had a pleasant conversation with a French teacher about life in big cities, dating, and education. Back in Portland, I headed to my now-standard coffee shop to work, and later in the evening helped my friend Greg restore his lap top's wireless capabilities that the instillation of Service Pack 3 had completely gimped. When I got home I was so exhausted that I fell asleep fully clothed on my bed while still holding a glass of The Balvenie, which I then spilled on myself, waking up smelling like a drunk Scotsman.

That day's Talk of the Nation was brilliant.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Proposition 8 On The Streets

That is, opposition to prop 8 on the streets. Today some of my friends sent me a photo of a "No on 8" sticker they spied on the corner near a coffee shop we like to frequent.

I'm heading back to Santa Barbara tomorrow, and I'm excited about volunteering to work the phones for the No on 8 campaign. My confidence is still pretty high that this bill is going down, and such positive thinking is exactly what I need to cut through my new-town-loneliness doldrums.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

You can tell from the absence of my return that my exit was genuine

So I finally did it, I moved my ass to Portland. Leaving Santa Barbara was something I've been thinking about for a while, though i knew it would only really be a possibility once I had finished grad school, which happened just over a year ago. Whereas in some sense you could say that my time since graduation has been wasted in SB, I don't think that was the case for me at all, having had a year's time to spend with my friends (living with one of them in once case), getting to know and become friends with my coworkers, etc. The only downside is now that I'm finally up here, my friend Aspen, who has been bugging me to move up here for a few years, is now living in Queens NY. It was a move that had very good reason behind it and I'm looking forward to when he and his partner can one day move back, which I think they plan on doing

In the meantime I think I've managed pretty well to make some friends in my new home, two guys that I first met when visiting Aspen with my friend Dana, both of whom are really great people (and one of which was instrumental in me visiting my first strip club, but I digress). When I say "my home," I mean that in a loose sense, one reason for which is that even though Portland is now my home, it doesn't really feel like it yet, maybe instead more like an extended vacation where I'm working. The other reason I use the phrase loosely is because right now my physical home is a very short term one, on the order of a couple of months: a furnished room with a meager stash of essential clothing and belongings where I'll live while I find a lease that's more long-term. The rest of my earthly crap is back in SB in storage where it will stay until I find a way to get it up here.

The drive up here was long. Long, straight, and for the most part, very boring. I guess that's Interstate 5 for you. Shasta National Forest and some more mountainous parts of Oregon provided some great scenery and mental refreshment. I saw the most awesome and ridiculous billboard promoting creationism along the I5 in rural Oregon, and I regret not having my camera ready, though I do remember the website it pointed to. My Grandmother gave me a sunflower from her garden for the drive, and while I had initially thought of doing something cool like leaving it on the CA/OR border as I passed it, turns out that would have required stopping on the highway immediately after a sharp bank. In the end I decided to leave it on the grass where I eventually parked my car at the official end of the journey.

I didn't make the entire drive from SB to Portland in one day though. I stopped in San Francisco at about 4:30 and spent the rest of the day with friends who live there, whom I had been planning to visit for some time. We all went out to dinner at a great German style pub, ate pub-style food and drank some fantastic bier. I stayed the night at my friend James' house, where he, his partner and I stayed up late looking at old children's books in his library, in my case, this great magic book for kids that I remember owning myself years ago. I need to visit SF again soon and maybe spend a full weekend there in order to spend some more proper time with my friends.

So now I'm here, taking it all in, adjusting to a new way of life, and drinking WAY too much coffee in my make-shift office that consists of a table at a local coffee shop. I've been getting some good work done, which so far has calmed my fears about the lack of an office environment killing my productivity. I can't wait to meet new people and get to know my new friends even more. One of my huge motivations for getting out of SB was that I always felt that it was a very hard town to be young and single in, especially if you're queer. I get the feeling so far that Portland is a completely different scenario in that respect :)

A note on the title...there's this old folk group called The Kingston Trio, and I'm totally ripping them off. They have this thing on one of their live albums where they return for an encore saying, "you can tell from the speed of our return that our exit was fraudulent."