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Introduction My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes. Sinasohn.Net
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Wednesday, June 02, 2010 Once again, we've rolled around to June 1st or, as it's known hereabouts, Blogging for LGBT Families Day. Unfortunately, this year I didn't really have time to write anything deep or insightful, let alone earth-shattering (not that I ever do, mind you) but I did want to get something written. So I will simply share a video that demonstrates exactly why I care so strongly about LGBT rights. Here's a dad who understands the issue not just because he wants to teach his kids right, but also because his own parents experienced the same sort of discrimination, only, perhaps, a bit more extreme. Now he won't sit idly by while other parents are harassed, brow-beaten, and devalued. He says he's not a hero but, like so many others have said, he is to me.
This post is part of Blogging for LGBT Families Day.
Bear with me on this, because I may wander around a bit, but I'll eventually get to the point. It'll be an interesting journey, I hope, in the very least. Believe it or not, this is about a child born of a trinity, a three-part child, if you will. Do you have (or plan to have) more than one kid? If so, when the second one comes along, will that mean you'll love the first one half as much? That is, do you have a fixed amount of love and when you have two kids, you have to split it between them, giving each only half? Of course not. No parent would ever say that because it's simply not true. As Robert Heinlein wrote, "the more you love, the more you can love."
At the kids' school talent show last Friday, the girl announcing the acts explained that the next performer would be playing Brahm's "Minute in G". This was then followed by 30 seconds in F minor.
I know some parents who, in an emergency, have put their kid in the front seat of their car for a few blocks on quiet city streets, but no one really lets their kid ride up front regularly or for any significant distance. I am, however, thinking of doing just that.
Break the law by following the law
Yep, it would take a republican to figure out how to charge someone with a crime for doing what the says they're supposed to do. You see, conservative tend to want to make things illegal -- being gay, smoking dope, teaching -- while liberals tend to be more of the "hey, do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't infringe on anyone else's rights" type. Hang on, you say, conservatives might not support marriage equality or legalizing marijuana, but they're certainly in favor of education, right?
Yeah, that's how Ezra says "Here, Dad" these days. It's almost "hee-yah", but still one syllable. The thing is, when he says that, one of two things is happening. Either he's handing me his "Muk" (a sippy cup) or he's got his finger in my face with a freshly-picked booger on the end of it. For Ezra, though, it's not something disgusting -- it's a simple problem of having something he wants to be rid of and wanting to hand it off to his servant, er, dad. Of course, given that he's my third kid, it grosses me out about as much as does spilling a drop of barbeque sauce on your shirt. I simply take it and dispose of it. Because, after all, boogers aren't even close to being the worst that comes out of young kids. If you're a parent, you know what I'm talking to; if not, trust me -- you don't want to know. To paraphrase Jack Nicholson, "you can't handle the poop!"
Not quite the ultimate sacrifice
PZ Myers wrote a very interesting article about the Easter spectacle, raising a couple of points that I hadn't considered before. If you haven't yet read it, I highly recommend doing so. It's okay, I'll wait. Myers got me thinking about the big sacrifice Jesus supposedly made and it seems even more farcical now than it did before.
What would you want your legacy to be?
There are two issues that are almost certainly going to end up before the current (Roberts, Scalia, Thomas, etc.) Supreme Court or the United States and which will have significant cultural impact. In both cases, the constitutional law is clear and absolute but how the SCOTUS will rule, especially with Scalia and Thomas involved, is not so clear. Despite being passionately concerned with these issues, the Court's actual decision is not what concerns me at the moment. You see, while I definitely want the justices to reach the correct conclusion, I don't think it matters -- in the long run -- what they decide.
When I first started using Facebook, I started hunting down old friends, coworkers, family members, and so on. In total, I've befriended more than a hundred people, almost all of whom I either know personally or have worked with online. There have been, however, a few that one might not expect to see amongst my list of friends.
As I do most mornings, I dropped the kids off at school. I was leaving Sara's classroom and had to wait for a line of students to pass. Walking with them was a friend and fellow parent. She said hello and added "I had a dream about you last night." "Women tell me that all the time," I admitted. And her husband, standing a short distance away, complained that "She's never said that to me." What can I say? Ladies, feel free to dream about me all you like.
Remember how I used to write for ParentDish and then I didn't and so I was going to be writing here a lot more because of all the free time? Notice how that lasted for a couple of months and then I disappeared again, more or less? There's a reason for that, and it's not just that I'm too old and tired to be doing this sort of thing anymore. (Get off my lawn, you whippersnappers!) Since October, I've been writing elsewhere.
Here's an open challenge to all true believers out there who are afeared fer ma everlastin' soul. Convert me. Save me. Convince me to accept Jesus (or Mohammed or Allah or Thor or whoever) as my true saviour. Go for it. There are a couple of rules, though.
If you like musical theatre or, for that matter, any sort of performing arts, you should be supporting the next generation of actors, singers, dancers, and audience members. In the San Francisco Bay Area, that means supporting the Company. That's the Young People's Teen Musical Theatre Company, a free program for teenagers sponsored in part by the San Francisco Recreation and Parks department. The Company is celebrating its 25th anniversary -- that's 25 years of preparing kids for careers in movies, on television, and on Broadway, 25 years of preparing kids for careers as musicians, composers, and conductors, 25 years of preparing teens for life. You can celebrate and support this phenomenal program Saturday, December 26th, 2009 as current and former Company members come together on stage at the Herbst Theatre for Showstoppers 25, a benefit gala featuring highlights from the Company's 25 year history and beyond. For more info, visit the Company website at yptmtc.org or shoot me an e-mail.
Do you pray for the dead? Why?
One of the fallacies thrown about as justification for stripping gays and lesbians of their civil rights is that allowing two men or two women to marry would inevitably lead to things much worse -- polyamory, underage marriage, and bestiality. Of course, this simply isn't true, but let's take a look at these arguments as it they were possible outcomes of marriage equality.
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