Friday, February 27, 2004

Cartoon Time

Thanks to my friend Allan for sharing this with me.

It's sad and funny at the same time.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

In light of the recent serious streak I hit (that streak being 2 posts long) -- I will now post a joke to lighten the mood again. But that doesn't mean you should stop thinking about or responding to how dumb an anti-gay marriage amendment is. ;)

Q: What do you get when you throw a grenade into a French kitchen?*

A: Linoleum Blown-Apart.

Pause here for the groans.

*I do not advocate the throwing of grenades into French kitchens, or any nationality's kitchen for that matter. And really, please don't throw grenades at all. Just laugh at this joke.

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

No wait, that's not all I have to say about that right now. I had a really good sermon emailed to me today from a good friend and I thought I'd share it. It's long but worth a read when you get some free time.

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Why Gay Marriage Matters
A sermon by Rev. Fred Small
First Church Unitarian, Littleton, MA
February 2, 2003

Sharon Kowalski and Karen Thompson were in love. Like all lovers, they laughed and argued and cried and whispered their dreams to each other in the darkness. As the years deepened their love, they bought a home together in Minnesota. They exchanged rings symbolizing their lifelong commitment.

On November 13, 1983, a drunk driver smashed into Sharon's car. When Karen got to the hospital, they refused to let her see Sharon or even to give her information. She wasn't family. She was just "a friend." Karen waited for hours in anguish not knowing if Sharon was alive or dead. Finally, a priest told Karen that Sharon had suffered a serious brain injury. She couldn't walk. She could barely speak. She would need constant care. But their nightmare was only beginning.

Sharon had never come out to her parents. When they questioned the attention paid by this "friend" of their daughter's, Karen finally had to explain that she was Sharon's lover. Her parents exploded. That was impossible. It was insane. It was disgusting. Although Sharon was already making progress under Karen's devoted care, her parents moved her to a poorly equipped nursing home three hundred miles away and forbade all visits.

Karen spent nine years and over $300,000 in legal costs to win the right to visit, care for, and finally bring home the woman she loved. In 1992, convinced that Karen had demonstrated greater dedication to Sharon's rehabilitation than her own parents, a judge granted custody of Sharon Kowalski to Karen Thompson.

In Hawaii, a gay man suffered a stroke and was rushed to the hospital. His partner of twenty years was turned away even though they had a legal document declaring their intention to make medical decisions for each other. Days later, when he finally reached the hospital's lawyers, they said, "You can pick his body up at the morgue." His partner had died three days earlier.

In San Francisco, Louise Rafkin and her lover of six years registered as domestic partners. When her lover died suddenly, Louise couldn't even make funeral arrangements without written permission from a "family member." Because the will couldn't be located and the deceased was "unmarried," her estate reverted to her father, who lived in the Middle East. Although he'd known Louise for years, he refused to accord her any legal rights.

"Ultimately a jury will make the final judgment about my relationship," Louise reflects. "Whatever the outcome, a courtroom is an ugly venue for such decisions. . . . I've discovered just how many implicit rights marriage provides, rights that have tentacles that reach into every important aspect of daily life. Many of these revolve around community property, access to family courts, taxes, Social Security and survivors' benefits. Some of these can be addressed through paperwork-wills and legal documents-but many, such as tax and benefit rulings, are just flat out unavailable to gay
and lesbian couples. Unfortunately, the point at which many of us butt up against these discriminations corresponds to a moment of tragedy."

Stories like these have convinced me that marriage is not just a symbol or a perk or even a chance to pick up some china and silverware and have a party. Marriage is a fundamental human right. Marrying Julie was the best thing I've ever done. Marriage is probably the most significant personal commitment two people can make. If two men or two women want to care for each other for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, who dares stand in their
way?

The answer, of course, is forty-nine states and the District of Columbia-fifty if you count Vermont, which has legalized civil unions for same-sex couples but withheld the name "marriage." The vast majority of Americans believe that gays and lesbians should not be discriminated against. But only a third support gay marriage. Despite or perhaps because of our own divorce rate, heterosexuals cling to the ideal of marriage as if it were our last flotation device in a tempest of change.

The ideal is elastic, God knows.

You can get married by an Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas. You can get married on a roller coaster. You can get married while sky diving. You can get married if you're a murderer, rapist, or child molester. You can get married in Kansas if you're a twelve-year-old girl. But you cannot get married if you're gay. Now some argue that marriage is for procreation, but if so, a fertility test as well as a blood test would be required. Some say gay marriage would undermine the family, but marriage is obviously about strengthening family, not undermining it; the only thing gay marriage undermines is
homophobia.

It's ironic that those who charge gays with promiscuity would also deny them the legal framework for monogamy. Unfortunately, anti-gay forces have seized upon marriage as a winning political issue, and they've been frighteningly effective.

In 1996, Congress passed the perversely named "Defense of Marriage Act" or DOMA. DOMA defines marriage as requiring a man and a woman. It bars Social Security, veterans', or other federal benefits in the event of a gay partner's death or disability. It disallows same-sex couples from filing joint income-tax returns, even if they share all their property. Finally, in
defiance of the Full Faith and Credit clause of the Constitution, it declares that no state is required to give any legal effect to a same-sex marriage or civil union from another state.

The debate in Congress was not pretty. "The flames of hedonism, the flames of narcissism, the flames of self-centered morality are licking at the very foundations of our society, the family unit,'' said the bill's chief sponsor, Congressman Bob Barr, now on his third marriage. Senator Trent Lott, then Majority Leader, declared: "To force same-sex marriages on the states would be social engineering beyond anything in the American experience"-presumably including slavery and segregation. Senator Jesse Helms, in a display of Biblical scholarship, insisted that "God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.''

Thus illuminated, the House of Representatives approved DOMA by a five-to-one vote, 342 to 67. The Massachusetts delegation split 5 to 4 against the bill, with Congressman Meehan absent. The Senate passed it 85 to 14. Of New England senators, only Kennedy, Kerry, and Pell mustered the courage to vote nay. Campaigning for reelection, President Clinton denounced the measure as cynical and divisive but signed it anyway, citing his strong personal
conviction that same-sex marriage is wrong. (Later we'd learn more about the president's strong personal convictions on the subject of marriage.)

Inspired by our national leaders, over thirty states have enacted mini-DOMAs barring recognition of same-sex partnerships solemnized elsewhere. (I note that of these, twenty-six are states that formerly banned interracial
marriage.) In Massachusetts, the proposed constitutional amendment to forbid same-sex marriage and deny gay couples equivalent benefits expired last year. But supporters have vowed to bring it back this year.

Because we affirm the inherent worth and dignity of every person, Unitarian Universalists have taken the lead in the struggle for legal recognition of same-sex marriage. In 1984, long before same-sex marriage emerged as a political issue, General Assembly went on record supporting the right of UU ministers to perform gay unions. In 1996, General Assembly passed a resolution supporting their legalization. During the proceedings, UUA President John Buehrens invited gay and lesbian married couples to the stage, where they received a five-minute standing ovation. Unitarian Universalists were instrumental in the successful drive for legal recognition of civil unions in Vermont and have led like campaigns in
other states. Here in Massachusetts, the UUA has filed a friend of the court brief in support of seven same-sex couples denied marriage licenses. Of these couples, three have UU ties.

So I shouldn't have been surprised by an email from the UUA this past Thursday about Rhett Baird, a UU minister in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Rhett has declared that for one year, as a matter of conscience, he will not sign marriage licenses for heterosexual couples. He'll perform weddings for heterosexual or same-sex couples, but he won't sign the certificate.

Rhett is not member of Act Up or Queer Nation. He's a genial and gentlemanly former financial officer, born in South
Carolina, raised in Georgia. A 61-year-old father and grandfather, he's been married for forty-one years to his wife, Rhonda. But when a gay minister and subsequently a lesbian minister visited Rhett's church, it dawned on him
that they could lawfully sign a marriage license but not enjoy its benefits. He'd been preaching about integrity. Now he was caught by his own.

Rhett's position is simple and powerful: "I have come to believe [he writes] that the state of Arkansas has no right to say that a love that exists between two adults has no standing in law because the gender of one of the persons is not pleasing to the state. I have come to believe that love does not come into being nor thrive and grow and sustain the lives of people to please the state. . . . I will honorably and joyfully create and officiate at religious ceremonies that
honor and celebrate the love between two people, but I will not sign marriage certificates legalizing a bond that is not accessible to all persons, without regard to gender. Couples eligible for such legal sanction may choose to seek out the nearest civil office to do the duty of the state. During this . . . moratorium and protest against what I have come to believe are unjust laws . . . I shall function only in my ecclesiastical role as an ordained minister in the Unitarian Universalist tradition and shall respectfully refrain from acting as an agent of the state. "

"An agent of the state."

As I read those words I could feel the tumblers of my conscience clicking into place. I knew he was right. When Julie and I married nearly seven years ago, we knew we were joining a restricted club. As a white, straight, middle-class, highly educated, able-bodied, and tall male, I enjoy privilege with every breath I take. I've always tried to turn my privilege to the ends of justice. So Julie and I wed, printing on our invitations: "As we work for recognition of everyone's right to marry, we invite our gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and heterosexual friends to join our celebration in a spirit of love and joy."

But it's one thing to keep a privilege while seeking to extend it to others. It's quite another to sign my name as an agent of the state legally endorsing and enforcing a law that is discriminatory and wrong. I am not responsible for the errors of the state. But I am responsible to my conscience for my conduct. I will joyfully perform religious weddings for heterosexual or same-sex couples. But I will not sign the license unless and until the Commonwealth of Massachusetts extends to same-sex couples the benefits, protections, and responsibilities of marriage. If heterosexual couples wish to legalize their bond, I will direct them to a justice of the peace, who can sign the license in a matter of minutes.

While I have no intention of leading a campaign, I'm hoping this stance may spread among my fellow clergy within and without Unitarian Universalism..

Whether or not it does, I can do no other. I've consulted the Deacons, the chairs of the Standing and Welcoming
Congregation Committees, the Clara Barton District Consultant, the UUA Office of Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian, and Transgender Concerns, the Massachusetts Religious Coalition for the Freedom to Marry, and the two heterosexual couples in this congregation whose weddings I've agreed to officiate this September. I am honored and moved to have their full support.

I invite you to support and defend everyone's right to love whomever they will and lawfully to marry if that is where their hearts lead.

That, I believe, is the meaning of freedom. That is the meaning of compassion. That is the meaning of justice.
Amen.
I've been pretty busy this week training the gal who's replacing me at work, so I haven't had much time to slack off and blog. Heehee.

Anyway, I have nothing witty to say.

What I do have to say is in response to President Bush saying he'll now back a ban on gay marriage:

That is stupid, appalling, sad, and hate-filled.

That's all I have to say about that right now.

Friday, February 20, 2004

In the citaaaaay, of LA

Things I learned while in LA last week:

1. They do have street signs there, but they will put these street and highway signs behind trees so you cannot see them.
2. It takes about an hour to get anywhere.
3. The weather is awesome, but the traffic will make you want to slam your head in a car door several times an hour.
4. You can get a sunburn in February.
5. Gas costs a million dollars/gallon.
6. My hands are the same size as Frank Sinatra's.
7. Some people will do anything to get on live TV.
8. Just because someone is dressed like Spiderman does not mean they're a nice person who wants to help people.
9. If you stand outside of Mann's Chinese Theatre long enough, you will see someone famous.
10. People will stare at you if you yell, "Chino! I want to see Chino because that's where the guy in 'The OC' is from! I LOVE CHINO!!!!"

I'll add more as I think of them, but I had a wonderful time on vacation last week. Amy and I headed out to LA to see her sister get married on reality TV. Yes, reality TV. They made it onto that TLC show "For Better or Worse" where the bride and groom pick a team of their friends and family to plan their entire wedding for them. This means the bridge and groom have NO say in what their wedding ends up like. It's a surprise. They don't know where the wedding will be or even what day it's on until right beforehand.

Amy and I were not on the team, which I am now grateful for after seeing what the team had to do. They worked endlessly for a week to get things done. Amy only had to show up for a dress fitting since she was a bridesmaid. She came home that night and told me what the theme of the wedding was.

I Dream of Jeanie.

I couldn't stop laughing for about 10 minutes. I had no idea how they could pick a theme like that since Amy's sister and fiance weren't even old enough to have ever watched that show unless it was on TV Land or something. But apparently it was the wedding planner's idea, so the team went with it. Very funny.

The wedding ended up being on Sunday, and it turned out much better than I had anticipated. I was worried what an "I Dream of Jeanie" wedding would look like, but it actually didn't turn out too bad. I'll put up pictures when I get them.

The rest of our time out there was fun. We saw the beach, drove up the Pacific Coast Highway, Amy and I made into the audience of "On Air Live With Ryan Seacrest," I got a bit of a tan, etc... Good times.

Oh, and now I remember another thing I learned:

11. Harrison Ford has gigantic feet.

Friday, February 06, 2004

I've done it before, so I'll do it again.

I love sharing what series of web searches will bring up my website:

-trader joe chocolate chips
-Saturn Lightship schedule
-he takes a whiskey drink
-naked
-la lolla doppler radar
-american fatties
-a few sheets to wind
-New England accents
-blimp rides
-pomp hairstyle how to
-how to fold a fitted sheet (sweet, my site is now a home hints reference page!)
-King Kong acid reflux

I think I'll sweeten the deal and try one of my own (I'll let you know if it works later):
jumbo corduroy thighs
Everybody else is doing it, why can't I?

My map of all the states I've been to:


create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

"So there I was on Saturday night, cleaning up blood in a warehouse in South Boston..."

That's how I've been telling people about my weekend. Lots of good stuff happened, from a cool movie shoot, to the Patriots winning the Super Bowl. As I type this, I can hear the helicopters hovering over the office as the Patriots board duck boats to start on their parade down through Boston. Very cool.

Anyway, back to cleaning up blood in a Southie warehouse....I am helping out with this little independent movie shoot. Saturday we shot the final bloody murder scene. It was so cool. I've never seen a fight get choreographed before, so it was very interesting to see that happen.

And since I'm the mighty boom operator, I usually go exactly where the camera goes to film things. That means I got splattered with fake blood and got shot at by a gun loaded with blanks.

It was fun to look around at everyone at the end of the night. Many of us were covered or splattered with fake blood. Then we had to clean it all up because we had rented out the warehouse space.

I think if anyone had stumbled into our warehouse, it would've looked odd to see lots of people cleaning blood off the floors, walls, ceilings, clothes. There were also chunks and bits of apples stuck all over from another scene where we discover the bad guy has an affinity for hitting apples with a baseball bat in his office. Not sure how that really factors into the movie, but it was funny to watch. Not so funny to clean up, though.

And that was my Saturday.

Sunday was all Patriots. Again, coming from Ohio and the land of the Cincy Bengals, it is nice to live in a city with a winning team (that's okay, the Bengals will do even better next year). The parades are great.

Oh, and Tom Brady is ever so dreamy.
Heather's Tip of the Day

If you ever get a migraine, do everything in your power to not sneeze.

*cue 'The More You Know' music