Sam explains more frustration (**1/2)
I have a midterm for a class that I hadn't been to for a couple weeks, for various reasons, some justifiable, most of them not...I just got back to SF, and I realized I forgot the class' book. Uggggh.
On our trip to get a gift for a certain housemate's birthday, we came across a bunch of kids and teens holding up yellow signs on two corners of the intersection. Josh said something along the lines of, "Oh hey, it looks like they're protesting something..." And they sure were! The signs read "Yes on Prop 8"...I saw other text on the signs implying that the proposition protects "parents' rights".
Protesting indeed. How dare they uphold actual equal rights by allowing gays to marry. No, instead we'll assume the proper way to raise a child is through a heterosexual married couple, then somehow claim that gay marriage will inhibit such couples to raise their kids. Surely this is a moral decision. Surely this is a sign of our speeding growth as a civilization.
And what pisses me off about the people we saw in particular was that they were mostly kids; there may have been an older guardian or something in the back, encouraging them, but no one much taller than the others. And most, if not all, weren't white or very rich-looking...minority youth are being encouraged to take away the rights of another kind of minority. Life is a dark comedy where few people get the joke, I guess.
On the bright side, as we were on our way back to Davis, we saw someone standing in the median of that intersection with a rainbow wig and a sign that said "Honk for peace!" I sure did...but then I flashed the metal horns at him. It was a force of habit! The thought process in my head pretty much went like, "Hrm, which two fingers represent pride and camaraderie again?" And given who I am, the horns came out instead of the peace sign... I then waved at the dude after I realized. I sure hope he wasn't too confused.
...I've another headache now. I should do something else productive if I can't study for that midterm, but the ride back took a lot out of me for some reason. My blinks were becoming longer and longer until I swerved just wee bit while my eyes were closed. At least that woke me up.
Hopefully I'll be back in Davis tomorrow morning, then I'll study my ass off for the entire rest of the day. Something in that plan will go wrong, I'm sure, so I'm only really hoping that the damage will be minimal. Ugggh. Pray for me. Or better yet, do something useful and give me a copy of the book I need, right here in SF, right now. Then I'd definitely know who to worship.
Well that was worth a shot...Peace. \m/
On our trip to get a gift for a certain housemate's birthday, we came across a bunch of kids and teens holding up yellow signs on two corners of the intersection. Josh said something along the lines of, "Oh hey, it looks like they're protesting something..." And they sure were! The signs read "Yes on Prop 8"...I saw other text on the signs implying that the proposition protects "parents' rights".
Protesting indeed. How dare they uphold actual equal rights by allowing gays to marry. No, instead we'll assume the proper way to raise a child is through a heterosexual married couple, then somehow claim that gay marriage will inhibit such couples to raise their kids. Surely this is a moral decision. Surely this is a sign of our speeding growth as a civilization.
And what pisses me off about the people we saw in particular was that they were mostly kids; there may have been an older guardian or something in the back, encouraging them, but no one much taller than the others. And most, if not all, weren't white or very rich-looking...minority youth are being encouraged to take away the rights of another kind of minority. Life is a dark comedy where few people get the joke, I guess.
On the bright side, as we were on our way back to Davis, we saw someone standing in the median of that intersection with a rainbow wig and a sign that said "Honk for peace!" I sure did...but then I flashed the metal horns at him. It was a force of habit! The thought process in my head pretty much went like, "Hrm, which two fingers represent pride and camaraderie again?" And given who I am, the horns came out instead of the peace sign... I then waved at the dude after I realized. I sure hope he wasn't too confused.
...I've another headache now. I should do something else productive if I can't study for that midterm, but the ride back took a lot out of me for some reason. My blinks were becoming longer and longer until I swerved just wee bit while my eyes were closed. At least that woke me up.
Hopefully I'll be back in Davis tomorrow morning, then I'll study my ass off for the entire rest of the day. Something in that plan will go wrong, I'm sure, so I'm only really hoping that the damage will be minimal. Ugggh. Pray for me. Or better yet, do something useful and give me a copy of the book I need, right here in SF, right now. Then I'd definitely know who to worship.
Well that was worth a shot...Peace. \m/