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Vicar died last night. He was an old dog, with kidney and heart problems but still. I thought he was doing ok.
Between that, the two hours of sleep I got from election watching, the passing of the Provision 8, and the election of Mr. Barack Obama by such decisive, sweeping margins, I've been an emotional wreck.
For my mom, the enormity of yesterday arrived today in the form of the front page photo of the NY Times. Obama, his wife, and daughters, striding onto the stage, waving and smiling, flags fluttering everywhere, cameras flashing, the image of our new First Family captured that moment of hope, pride, excitement, and history. For me, probably reading the fifth or so story about the men and women who had witnessed and experienced legal segregation electing the first African-American president.
I was bemoaning the passing of Proposition 8 in California, the one banning gay marriage, and I commented to my mother that I just couldn't understand the antagonism towards gay marriage, just why people care so much about the private business of others. Don't get me wrong, I've heard the reasons, I just don't understand them. And I hope what she told me was true, that for our generation, it's just not that big a deal. And that these laws will change when we arrive. And given the voter turnout this year, maybe that's sooner rather than later.
So yes, despite for every step we take forward, we take one back, and despite the plunging Mr. Dow Jones, and those two wars, and those myriad of social ills like jobs and homes and education, I feeling pretty fucking hopeful right now.
Because I am in a small way part of history, and the rain stopped in DC when Obama's victory was announced, and our president-elect mentioned puppies in his speech.
Between that, the two hours of sleep I got from election watching, the passing of the Provision 8, and the election of Mr. Barack Obama by such decisive, sweeping margins, I've been an emotional wreck.
For my mom, the enormity of yesterday arrived today in the form of the front page photo of the NY Times. Obama, his wife, and daughters, striding onto the stage, waving and smiling, flags fluttering everywhere, cameras flashing, the image of our new First Family captured that moment of hope, pride, excitement, and history. For me, probably reading the fifth or so story about the men and women who had witnessed and experienced legal segregation electing the first African-American president.
I was bemoaning the passing of Proposition 8 in California, the one banning gay marriage, and I commented to my mother that I just couldn't understand the antagonism towards gay marriage, just why people care so much about the private business of others. Don't get me wrong, I've heard the reasons, I just don't understand them. And I hope what she told me was true, that for our generation, it's just not that big a deal. And that these laws will change when we arrive. And given the voter turnout this year, maybe that's sooner rather than later.
So yes, despite for every step we take forward, we take one back, and despite the plunging Mr. Dow Jones, and those two wars, and those myriad of social ills like jobs and homes and education, I feeling pretty fucking hopeful right now.
Because I am in a small way part of history, and the rain stopped in DC when Obama's victory was announced, and our president-elect mentioned puppies in his speech.