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the marriage crap

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

okay yeah i know that i said i’d post in a bit but around here two weeks really is a bit.

tertia and the gay marriage thing, short and sweet. here’s my deal:

in our society we have invested marriage not only with spiritual and religious meaning, but also with legal meaning under civil law. i support your right to be as narrow-minded and exclusionary as you wish in your church, so if you want to marry only 18 year old heterosexuals who don’t use birth control and have unprotected sex only in the missionary position through a hole in the sheets and otherwise sleep on separate beds, exclusively for reproduction and never to derive any pleasure from, be my guest. my problem with your attitude begins when you try to impose your narrow-mindedness on society as a whole.

in a civil society where we espouse freedom and try to prohibit discrimination, creating a system where some people can access some civilly-recognized benefits and others can not is inherently unequal and discriminatory. we use marriage to define eligibility for inheritance, custodianship and guardianship, insurance, entitlements (such as social security benefits), community property, and so on. limiting these rights to heterosexual couples is inherently unequal, especially when they are imposed (as they usually are) on some fundamentally religious basis. if you in any way justify your “man + woman = marriage” thing on anything jesus, god, vishna, the parking goddess, the bible, the koran, the good book, the bad book, that other book, or the dude in church, said did wrote or wants, you are using religion as justification for imposition of your view on society. likewise, if you fall back to “that’s the way it’s always been,” you might consider lots of people used to think that enslaving black people to work in cotton fields was a good and justified thing, and some people still do, even though as a society we have generally moved beyond that notion.

in a society where we value freedom of religion, we don’t do that. it would seem, then, that in the united states, we don’t actually value freedom in the way we say we do. rather, we value the ideal of freedom, but we prefer the implementation of religious bigotry.

there are three solutions to this problem, and i’ll leave as an exercise to the one and only reader which might be better:

1) abolish the notion that we are, fundamentally, a society that values freedom of religion. drop the pretense and state clearly and unequivocally that you need to be a jesus freak to live in the united states, and you must accept the bible as the inerrant word of the spook hisself.

2) abolish the notion that civil marriage, with its rights and privileges, is inherently a male-female thing. in this situation, we would extend recognition on an equal legal (although not religious) basis to all couples.

3) abolish the notion that marriage should convey rights and privileges in civil society and law. doing so would require significant changes to laws on marriage, divorce, property rights, guardianship and custodianship rights, insurance, retirement, entitlements, and on and on and on. but in so doing, we would create a system in which your sexuality does not matter. this would move marriage out of the legal/civil and fully into the spiritual sphere.

song of the day

Thursday, October 5th, 2006

bathtub gin
anastasio/goodman
originally published on phish’s album lawn boy
performed by dave matthews and friends (including trey anastasio)
december 20, 2003

blue cross arena at the war memorial

primary lyrics only


brett is in the bathtub
making soup for the ambassadors
and I am in the hallway
singing to the troubadours

the kings are all lined up
outside the gate
and the autumn bells are ringing
but they’ll just have to wait

where is the joker
have you seen him around
with his three coned cap
that he wears like a crown

gave you seen his striped stockings
and heard his sad tale
about the kids under the carpet
and the purple humpbacked whale

here come the ambassadors
they show up one by one
brett is tasting all the soup
to see if it is done

wendy’s on the windowsill
waiting to be let in
and we’re all in the bathtub
making bathtub gin

the kings storm the hallway
they’ve climbed up through the gate
they didn’t mean to be impolite
but they just couldn’t wait

here comes the joker
with his silly grin
he carries a martini
made of bathtub gin

here comes the joker
we all must laugh
cause were all in this together
and we love to take a bath

song of the day

Saturday, April 29th, 2006

k.p.
performed by the gas house gang
you should be aware that i really can’t transcribe barbershop. instead, buy a copy and listen. the italics are the bass and baritone backing vocals.

—-

when the great war started over there
over there
and we told the kaiser to beware
say a prayer
they sent me off to camp with all the fellas
wearing metal caps that look like small umbrellas
but when i hit pariee with my gun and my new duds
they sat me down in front of thirty million tons of spuds

kay pee
kay pee
this is surely not the life for me
for me
mademoiselle from armandier will have nothing more to fear
if they never put me near kay pee
kay pee

kay pee
kay pee
taters look like little zeppelins to me
you see
they say that war is rough but i’m sitting on my duff
and i’ve surely had enough kay pee
kay pee

kay pee
i came here patriotic
kay pee
been peelin’ till i’m half neurotic
it ain’t worth it on what they pay me
it’s not for me
i just want to fight a hun but the spuds are never done
wish i never had begun kay pee
el em en oh pee

kay pee
kay pee
kay pee
oh gee
as i fight for freedom and democracy
i’m in the army now
i’m not behind a plow
but it’s all the same somehow you see
you see
kay pee
kay pee
kay pee
it’s bizarre to fight a war this way
gee i hope we win the thing some mademoiselle from armandier
par ley vous me outta here
send me home today hey!

song of the day

Wednesday, March 1st, 2006

all for you (acoustic version)
sister hazel

—-
there’s been times
i’m so confused
and on my roads
they lead to you
i just can’t turn and walk away
you walk away

it’s hard to say what it is i see in you
wonder if
i’ll always bee with you
words can’t say and i can’t do enough to prove
’sall for you.

and finally i figured out
but it took a long long time
oh now as i turn about
maybe cause i’m trying

there’s been times
i’m so confused
and on my roads
they lead to you
i just can’t turn and walk away
you walk away

it’s hard to say what it is i see in you
wonder
if i’ll always bee with you
words can’t say and i can’t do enough to prove
’sall for you.

i thought i seen it all
cuz it’s been a long long time
oh but a little trip and fall
wondering if i’m blind

there’s been times
i’m so confused
and on my roads
well they lead to you
i just can’t turn and walk away
you walk away

it’s hard to say what it is i see in you
wonder
if i’ll always bee with you
words can’t say and i can’t do enough to prove
’sall for you.

and rain comes pouring down
pouring down
falling from blue skies
falling from blue skies
oh words without a sound
are coming from your eyes

finally i figured out
but it took a long long time
oh now there’s a turnabout
maybe cuz i’m trying

there’s been times
i’m so confused
and on my roads
they lead to you
i just can’t turn and walk away
you walk away

it’s hard to say what it is i see in you
wonder
if i’ll always bee with you
words can’t say and i can’t do enough to prove
’sall for you.

well it’s hard to say what it is i see in you
wonder
if i’ll always bee with you
words can’t say and i can’t do enough to prove
’sall for you.

no
it’s hard to say
yeah
it’s hard to say
it’s all for you

christmas traditions

Sunday, December 25th, 2005

every family has its christmas traditions. in my jewish family, ours was typical: chinese food and a movie.

now that i have kids, my tradition has (for now) been destroyed. because i can’t get babysitting, i can’t do a matinee because the kids are up. while doglady will stay home while we go out, the kids have to be in bed so she doesn’t have to actually do anything. my only choices are 10pm movies, but because the kids go to bed at 9, that doesn’t also leave enough time for dinner.

and people wonder why i hate christmas.

song of the day

Sunday, December 4th, 2005

romantic death
the sun

to fully appreciate this, you need to watch the video. a little navigation is required: their website is here. choose “dvd menu” on the right, and then choose #4 romantic death. thanks to elvaar for letting it happen.

parental advisory. courtesy of beautiful agony. don’t watch if you’re easily offended. actually, if you’re easily offended, you really should watch and be offended.
—–

close your eyes
kiss my lips
i’ll put my hands on your his
and pull into
your own
romantic death

i’m looking down the barrel of a gun
just for fun
fighting in a war i only know exists
but for prophets

i don’t ever wanna come back from this war
from this war
i’ve seen things i’ve never seen before
seen before

oh look at this mess we’ve made
everything’s coming up back in spades
dancing in the streets
fucking to a beat
so much blood collected in this short time connected
making little kiddy zombies

i don’t ever wanna come back from this war
from this war
i’ve seen things i’ve never seen before
seen before

i can see what you mean
when i’m holding you tight
i can see what you mean
when i’m alone at night

i don’t ever wanna come back from this war
from this war
i’ve seen things i’ve never seen before
seen before

i can see what you mean
when i’m holding you tight
i can see what you mean
when i’m alone at night

i can see what you mean
(will you say that you love me forever)
when i’m holding you tight
(when we’re together i just love everything that you do)
i can see what you mean
(will you say that you will love me forever)
when i’m alone at night
(when we’re away i’ve got to get right back to you)

glenn mitchell show

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005

the glenn mitchell show was a two-hour call-in and interview show about the real world that ran on kera. it ran from noon to 2pm, in two one-hour segments. guests included motorheads, computer gurus (including such names in my life as wynne wagner, author of the opus bbs system), ex-presidents of the united states, sports people, linguists, local politicans, book authors like patricia cornwell, and everybody in between.

he died in his sleep on sunday november 20.

his, and many people’s (including mine), favorite portion of the show was the first hour on friday’s: everything you ever wanted to know — all questions answered, all knowledge revealed. it was an open air hour where you could call and ask any question you didn’t know the answer to, and hopefully someone in the audience would know the answer, and call. i managed to answer a couple questions over the years.

he made talk radio an intelligent thing to listen to, rather than a cult of personality.

it was obvious listening to him that he was seriously interested in everything. he actually read the books written by the authors on the

i, at least, will miss his show. and i can hope he’s now in a place where all his questions are being answered, and all knowledge revealed to him.

u2

Sunday, October 30th, 2005

went to see u2 last night. i dunno if i told yall i had tickets.

it was a tremendously fun concert. perhaps not the best concert i’ve ever seen — the audio was a little muddy where i sat — but still fun an an excellent show. preachy, which isn’t surprising considering that this is u2 — peace love eradication of poverty all that — but also great music.

so you think a little kid called up on stage to be the example during one tune will remember that forever. what about the guy invited up to play guitar with the band? or the cute blonde who got to hug bono all the way through another tune?

u2 is the most crowd-participatory band i’ve ever seen. awesome shit.