gay straight black or white
… marriage is a civil right.
On November 1st, we threw a wedding party for my friends Rubi & Sally. I contributed the flowers. (Purchased at Whole Foods the night before, assembled in my kitchen, dead and black in my fridge by morning. Luckily, most things go faster the 2nd time around.) The day was exhausting, but beautiful.
On November 5th, angry and heartbroken, we hit the streets of West Hollywood to protest the passing of Proposition 8. And again that weekend at Hollywood & Highland. A lot of people have asked me what I thought this accomplished. I don’t know. For me, it was a chance to stand behind my friends, licking our wounds in the comfort of a community, gathered to ask for the one thing seemingly lost in today’s world: the freedom to love and be loved. As they are. As we all are. And it felt good.
the new site is up!
Well, Kind of.
I like to pretend I know how to build websites but, really, all I’m doing is firing off random code and praying for some kind of miracle. (On that note: anyone know how I can re-direct this blog to the new site? They’re both WordPress, but the new site is hosted at my own domain.)
There are many kinks to work out still and, for sure, it’ll take me some time… but from here on out, all my new posts will be at the new official site. (Blogging in more than one place is too much to keep up with.) I will, however, be checking in here regularly and posting calls-for-help like this one until everything has smoothing transitioned to the new digs.
Thanks for all your support and readership!
The new link: http://www.drawingpicturesofbirds.com
long time, no see…
If I’m missing in action here for a while, it’s because I’m working on a new WordPress-based “official” website and blog (at a whole, new domain) that I hope to have up and running within a couple of weeks. Even after the launch, I’m sure there will be many, many glitches to work through… so I will keep this site up and running until all is smooth and shiney over at the new place. Also, all these posts, images, comments, etc. will be transferred over (crosses her fingers.)
In the meantime, hang tight! And thanks!
lovely past believing
Words on walls inside New York’s Central Park Zoo taken on a rainy afternoon last August, re-found almost a year to the day while cleaning up files on my laptop. This is what I love about pictures, the re-discovery part.
at last, something intelligant
One of the rare occurrences when I’ve actually been proud of my state. Even more than the technicality of legal equal rights, if the gay population is backed by the government, that’s a huge push in the right direction for more tolerance and understanding in general.
The California Supreme Court has overturned the state’s ban on same-sex marriage.
An excerpt: “Furthermore, in contrast to earlier times, our state now recognizes that an individual’s capacity to establish a loving and long-term committed relationship with another person and responsibly to care for and raise children does not depend upon the individual’s sexual orientation, and, more generally, that an individual’s sexual orientation — like a person’s race or gender — does not constitute a legitimate basis upon which to deny or withhold legal rights. We therefore conclude that in view of the substance and significance of the fundamental constitutional right to form a family relationship, the California Constitution properly must be interpreted to guarantee this basic civil right to all Californians, whether gay or heterosexual, and to same-sex couples as well as to opposite-sex couples.”
smart marketing I’m jealous of
Author Augusten Burroughs has released his new memoir, A Wolf at the Table, on audiobook through Itunes – which features four all new songs “inspired by” the book. I hate listening to books on tape (or mp3 or whatever the kids are calling it now), and of the four artists contributing songs, the only one I even sort of like is Teagan Quin – but sheer genius of this almost has me sold. Almost.
gourmet
If I had my own cooking show, it would go something like this:
The trick to reheating Chinese is the rice. For years, I refused taking home left over rice to avoid that dried out fiber brick it turned into after time in the fridge. Now I know, the trick to reviving dead rice is you add water.
First: dump the block in a bowl; break it up with a fork; drizzle water on top and mix well. Microwave until warm. (The exact time will very depending on how nuclear your particular at-home reactor radiates. Mine is about one minute on high.)
Next: add the main course. Be sure to cover it with something like wax paper or nuclear-resistant cling film – it keeps the moisture in and your microwave clean. Microwave until warm. Mix it around. Microwave again until hot.
Now let it cool while you check your email and wash your face. Notice the toothpaste splatters on your bathroom mirror and get out the Windex, a rag. Notice the laundry you did over the weekend never got folded. Stop to fold it. Forget the Chinese.
After 45 minutes, an hour, maybe you remember the Chinese. Take a bite. Stick it back in the reactor for one minute to reheat – but hit ten minutes instead. Walk away. Call your mom.
Throw the leftover, dried-out and glowing Chinese in the trash.
waterworks
I’m such a pussy sometimes. This article made me cry. At my desk. At work. Someone please take away my internet access before I embarrass myself any further.
All I say on the subject is this: Isn’t it a bit hypocritical to hate someone (anyone) in the name of god?
A link to the article:
Church plans to protest ledger’s memorial
