thematically fickle

Since Barack Obama and John McCain became the “presumptive nominees”—whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean—of their respective parties, I’ve been saying that McCain is going to win this election. Not so much because I’m a pessimist but because I have this innate desire to be right about things. There’s something so satisfying about being [...]

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The California Catholic Conference (CCC), which represents Catholic bishops and by extent the Catholic Church, has up and endorsed Proposition 8 here in California. It’s shocking, I know. Simply shocking. Passage of Prop 8 would amend the state constitution to recognize marriage only between a man and a woman, effectively overriding the state supreme court decision [...]

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Ruby, like many three-year olds, is a creature of habit. Every time she wants to watch a video—which is only at breakfast, lunch, snack time (morning and afternoon), dinner, weekends and holidays—she wants to watch Pocahontas or Mulan. Whenever we let her watch a video—which is only at breakfast, lunch, dinner, weekends and holidays (snack [...]

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We’re back home and trying to readjust to the time zone. I’m wiped out—a chocolate mess, as The Gaydi Project would say. I can hardly form coherent sentences. Then again, maybe synaptic lapses are due to ingesting toxic amounts of butter and cheese.
Tonight we went for sushi with Ruby and Sam’s parents, who are staying [...]

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Three years ago today, we flew to Chicago to meet Ruby. The delayed flight certainly added to our anticipation and also, the agony of our wait. Out of the (mere) 7 months that our adoption process took before our match, it was this last 36 hours before we held our daughter that were the most [...]

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We made numerous and exceedingly gushing toasts to “Bobby” on Saturday night, the well-known grape crusher who died last Friday at the age of 94.  Somewhere between The Lei Lounge and Bar Pink Elephant and tucked in between martini number three and glass of wine number two (ouch), I learned that Bobby had changed the pronunciation of his name from [...]

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When all the rest of the news—global, national, local—is so very bad, this fabulous, rainbow-colored, boa-wearing tid bit sashayed from within my speakers as I drove along Torrey Pines Road, handed me a cosmo and blew me kisses that tingled my spine.  Of course, petitions to put gay marriage before voters are already underway. And [...]

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Obituary in the April 28, 2008 issue of The New Yorker:
“KESTER—Rose Rothstein, of North Andover, MA, formerly of East Norwich, NY, March 1, 2008. Widow of Harold E. Kester. Survived by Linda and William Cotter of Concord, MA; Marjorie and Peter Smith, of Durham, NH; five loving grandchildren; five great-grandchildren and her sister Anne Gerber. [...]

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In regard to my last post, I want to say that I may not—and in fact, do not—have the whole story.  Not that I think John Hartley deserves a pass for questionable public behavior. It’s just that, after reading some of the post-breaking-news news (and the hateful comments to online coverage) following the arrest of the 3rd District candidate, it’s [...]

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