Down

Downs just pop up sometimes, unexpected, uninvited, unwanted, unwelcome.  I've had to entertain one for the last couple of weeks.  So I've spent quite a bit of time hiding under blankets and pretending to sleep, hoping it will get bored and leave.

Tahoe seems so long ago, and I don't feel like writing much.  Suffice it to say there were many gorgeous hikes, a glut of delicious food and drink, rafting and boozing, loving family (by blood and by luck).  I've been trying to relearn to use my nice film camera, with mixed results.

HOLY EFF RAWWWK!!!!!

The freedom to marry, beautifully argued.  It lit up a little long-dark love-spot in my brain for lawyers and had me fist pumping at the screen.  Why can't politicians just lay it out like this? Efffff.  A surprising thing, perhaps, but:  Fuck yeah Ted Olson!


From APW

Update:

from the comments at APW.  I guess this is a couple of years old, but I'd never heard it before.  Lovely.

On June 12, 2007, Mildred Loving issued a rare public statement, which commented on same-sex marriage, prepared for delivery on the fortieth anniversary of the Loving v. Virginia decision of the US Supreme Court.[12] The concluding paragraphs of her statement read as follows:
“ Surrounded as I am now by wonderful children and grandchildren, not a day goes by that I don’t think of Richard and our love, our right to marry, and how much it meant to me to have that freedom to marry the person precious to me, even if others thought he was the “wrong kind of person” for me to marry. I believe all Americans, no matter their race, no matter their sex, no matter their sexual orientation, should have that same freedom to marry. Government has no business imposing some people’s religious beliefs over others. Especially if it denies people’s civil rights.
I am still not a political person, but I am proud that Richard’s and my name is on a court case that can help reinforce the love, the commitment, the fairness, and the family that so many people, black or white, young or old, gay or straight seek in life. I support the freedom to marry for all. That’s what Loving, and loving, are all about.

Alternate Wedding

Tahoe still prolly coming, but, dude, if I wasn't having the wedding I'm having, I would totally have an Elvis Wedding in Vegas.  And I don't even like Vegas, but I do love Elvis, and there is something immensely intriguing about a small wedding away away.

From A Practical Wedding.  And I would love to ride a roller coaster and screeeeeeeam the day before.  I really would.

Video Interlude

I still want to recap about my lovely week in Tahoe last week, but I want to get some photos developed first and take some time to sit for a bit.

In the interim, here are a couple of videos.

One, sent to me by Lizbeth D, about poker chips and children and self esteem.  I love the dude doing the talking.




The other, sent to me by Phil, is about being alone, and it is beautiful.

They flee from me

Words escape me.  I stuff them full with the meaning of my thoughts, but they thin, empty, dissipate like smoke over time or water on the way out of my mouth.  And, hanging there in mid-air, they bear such little resemblance to their former selves that I cannot believe them to be the same. 

I look around, wondering where they came from:  floating there, wearing my voice, dressed up for all the world like my thoughts.  But they are none of mine.

Changeling, perhaps.  Or child swapped by an envious nurse while I was sleeping.  Or maybe, having drunk too much, I passed out and was assaulted, deprived of my long-guarded meaning and left with this rape-child in my arms.

Can I disclaim it?  This partly-of-me thing?  There's nothing else now.  And much as I stare and strain to remember, I cannot say what happened.  No res ipsa here, for who would believe this outlandish story.  Better I intended it.  Better I claim the thing, monster or no.