i am emily's slowly eroding brain matter
this is just a general apology to everyone who's been expecting things from me lately. real life has been very busy and i feel like i haven't had a chance to catch my breath, let alone work on things like operation80, my help_haiti stuff, or anything else i've been owing. reading and memes are about all i have the brain space for at the moment, which i wish was not the case, and i hope will not be the case for much longer. but in any case, my apologies, i haven't been a very responsible LJ person, and if i've missed anything important, feel free to link me. <3
in any case, in the spirit of honesty and genuinely wanting your opinions, i present my johari window and my nohari window. tell me what you think of me; be honest, and if you fill out one please do fill out the other. i'm interested, truly.
sigh. okay. back to work and more reading.
eta : brb, wibbling.
One of the most remarkable things about our culture is that we have the freedom to marry for love, to forge lifelong bonds based not on class or race or religion or the number of goats our dads can spare, but on a feeling so beautiful that poets have spent lifetimes trying to lay it on a page, that artists have passionately sought its capture in one still but enduring moment. Operas and books and films and pop songs, so heartbreakingly lovely that they can steal one's breath, if just for a moment, have been written by people in the thralls of love, or the searing pain of its loss. Monuments have been built, wars have been fought, and some of the greatest happiness ever experienced by humankind has been born because of love.
We are blessed with the luxury of love, and, make no mistake, it is a luxury. Marriage at its best is an expression of love. When it's simply an institution to facilitate the continued existence of a society through the birth of new generations, it is a splendid functional legal contract and nothing more. When it's a sign of commitment forged out of love, it is something ever so much grander. It is the stuff of legend.
from the article here on the first same-sex marriages performed in our nation's capitol today.
in any case, in the spirit of honesty and genuinely wanting your opinions, i present my johari window and my nohari window. tell me what you think of me; be honest, and if you fill out one please do fill out the other. i'm interested, truly.
sigh. okay. back to work and more reading.
eta : brb, wibbling.
One of the most remarkable things about our culture is that we have the freedom to marry for love, to forge lifelong bonds based not on class or race or religion or the number of goats our dads can spare, but on a feeling so beautiful that poets have spent lifetimes trying to lay it on a page, that artists have passionately sought its capture in one still but enduring moment. Operas and books and films and pop songs, so heartbreakingly lovely that they can steal one's breath, if just for a moment, have been written by people in the thralls of love, or the searing pain of its loss. Monuments have been built, wars have been fought, and some of the greatest happiness ever experienced by humankind has been born because of love.
We are blessed with the luxury of love, and, make no mistake, it is a luxury. Marriage at its best is an expression of love. When it's simply an institution to facilitate the continued existence of a society through the birth of new generations, it is a splendid functional legal contract and nothing more. When it's a sign of commitment forged out of love, it is something ever so much grander. It is the stuff of legend.
from the article here on the first same-sex marriages performed in our nation's capitol today.