24 May 2019
Off the top of my head.
One year ago tonight, I stepped down from the Amtrak into a puddle and a rainstorm and the sweet smell of eucalyptus on the night air. I'd just listened to Joni Mitchell's 'California', and to California here I'd come. Rob picked me and my 400 pounds (literally) of luggage, and we drove across the Bay Bridge. An hour later, we were sipping drinks at The Phone Booth. My new life in San Francisco had begun.
Sweden has that kind of can-do attitude I admire in a small northern European country.
State of denial.
Sometimes (ok, most of the time) I wonder what else there is to say. Maybe that explains my disappearance from cyber punditry over the past few months. I'd at least like to think I'm not lazy, and I did new years resolve to post to this thing more often (among a page and a half of other things, which I still adamantly defend as attainable).
Shortly after 5pm last evening, the Governator of California lifted his veto pen to the first legisature-authorized extension of same-sex marriage rights in the country. Gay activists are up in arms, or at least their e-mails would lead one to believe so as the Castro has not exactly erupted in window-smashing protest. Personally, I'm having a hard time feeling anything but ambivalent about the issue.
From today's New York Times: