divide and conquer

I am, like everyone else I know, terribly saddened by the election.

No, I’m very happy that Obama won, but Proposition 8, the gay marriage deal, passed. My gay friends aren’t legally married anymore. It’s ridiculous.

I’m angry. I’m more angry by the response than the election itself, actually, now that I think about it. OK, so some CNN poll said 70% of black people voted for Prop 8, due largely to the Black Church. That’s dissappointing, yes.

Additionally dissappointing are the commetns by Dan Savage and the like, that are blaming black people.

Let’s jsut get this out there:

The black community is homophobic.

The gay community is racist.

Prop. 8 lost.

I do think it’s insane that people who know what discrimination is like voted for what is basically, discrimination. I also think it’s insane that gays at rallies around LA are shouting racist, bigoted words and shunning black gays. What in the hell happened to fighting the fight together?

I hate divisiveness. If you are black, white, man, woman, asian, latino, gay, straight, transgender, indian or whatever, you are fighting the same fight. Why can’t we be fighting against hate in general? Yes, traditionally it may be easier to be a white, striaght man. But it’s also harder to get scholarships and such, since most of those are aimed at minorities of some sort. Everyone has seen hate. You are living in a bubble if you think your kind, whatever kind, is better than anyone else.

I’m angry that these ridiculous tactics to divide people fighting for equal rights are working. If I turned colors, I would turn red when I heard someone say gays are racist or blacks are homophobic. Stop complaining. Start educating. Whining about how hard it is for you will not get shit done. Going out the door and talking to a person about what you have seen is doing something. Stop blaming other people for your troubles. Forgive them. Be a good Christian/Muslim/Jew/Athiest. Be a good person.


I need to record this.

Today Tonight we’re standing on the precipice of something amazing.

This is how it happened. I’d been liveblogging all day, watching the TV, surfing the web. I decided to go to an Election Party and on the way there, it seemed good, but not definite. I got there, and worked and chatted.

I got up for some Mac & Cheese.

That was it. I was talking to someone and then all of a sudden there it was — history. A black man as president.

As journalists, we look at history as it’s being created. We’re in the present and the future at the same time. It’s rare that we look at at what we’re doing, and what is going on. It’s rare that we realize we are the historians of the present.

When I stood in line today, waiting my 20 minutes to vote at a fire station, I felt a wash of emotion. I was waiting to vote. I was waiting to vote in an amazingly importnat election. Don’t we say that every time? But really, this nation is on the edge of (a much overused word) change. Something needs to happen.

Something has.

As a minority, I’m remembering the reason I had to take piano lessons, work two jobs in high school and forgo sports. My parents. They took an amazing journey here. To save themselves from a dangerous place. A country that was sinking. They came here for –wait for it — change. Hope. Something new. They came here for opportunity. They came here for the chance at something amazing.

And now, something amazing. If this can happen, it’s not long until there isn’t much of a glass ceiling left. Hell, let’s say no glass ceiling at all. I can and have acheived much, but I’ve felt the pressure. I’ve felt it. The feeling that “this is as far as you can go.” Maybe tomorrow will not be much different, but progress is progress.

We’re standing in history. Not jsut everyday history, but a first, something amazing. It’s ridiculous to be so emotional about something, but I am. I am alternately surprised, happy, and hopeful. I was scared. In the back of my mind, something went wrong. Still, in my mind, there are still racist crazies with guns out there. But I’ve got to believe for a second.

And all I wanted at that moment was some Mac & Cheese. I got so much more.

so soon?

The election is close.

Ridiculously close.

The stock market isn’t doing any better and my 401(k) might as well not exist. I’m watching it all, day by day, like anyone else is. I pretend it isn’t real.

I have so much hope for what will happen aster it gets worse. My name, in Vietnamese, means phoenix. I have, always, maintained that is represents everything, rising from the ashes.

Hopefully, there will be no ashes to rise from, but if there are, let’s hope we’ll rise.

tweet? nope.

I have mentioned earlier that Twitter lost my account about three weeks ago. I put up a comment on the Get Satisfaction Boards and e-mailed Twitter directly.

They said it was a bug and they were working on it. I patiently waited. A week later I prodded, and they said they were working on it and would contact me as soon as it was fixed.

I wait.

I email again last week.

No response.

I get on the Get Satisfaction boards today to find that no one has gotten their account back and one person was offered a tee-shirt for their troubles.


I understand Twitter is a free service and that I shouldn’t expect too much. But they could at least reply to e-mails. Their transparency is not going very far for me right now. Customer service is number one for a paid or free service. I ran a community web site. I know.

I don’t want to give up on Twitter, but I might have to forsake them soon and move to Friendfeed or back to Pownce or something. I loved Twitter, I convinced work to use it on numerous occasions. For breaking news and then for the recent elections. And this is the thanks I get. Great.

What’s up, Twitter? How about you take care of the people who promote you most?

news: gay marriage legal in california

Today started out normal. I was almost late for my volunteering shift at a local AIDS non-profit. i had some avocado on toast on the way there.

Today turned magical pretty fast.

Around 9:30 a.m., I hear from the kitchen of the place I volunteer at “Kim! Turn on NPR!”

I had no idea why. I’d apparently been living under a rock. Today, the Supreme Court would rule on gay marriage in California.

It took us about 30 minutes to figure out what station NPR was, and then it was jazz. The internet was down, so we couldn’t keep an eye on that.

A little after 10 a.m., the Internet came back up and I heard another shout. We all piled behind a desk and read the story on the Sacramento Bee.

It was legal. A narrow 4-3 vote. We stared in disbelief, then I saw two of the people who work there hug.

Oh my God.

He started crying. Then there were frantic calls. I stayed, looking at the screen, reading the whole story. One of the men said his boyfriend was coming home soon.

“We might just go to the courthouse Monday.”

I smiled. Such a simple thing, a piece of paper. Yet it means so much to so many.

Read the Sac Bee story

It’s in my genes!

I read this article on an article that is on an article on Jezebel today.

I hope that this means I can put away my exercise DVDs and just swear of white bread, which I don’t eat anyway. Wait. I stopped eating bad carbs (maybe not sugar. I need chocolate to live) and I have yet to lose weight. That means my body is programmed to have a booty the size on beyonce’s on a frame the size on a midget? Hm.

I have to go give away my skinny pants now.

more good news

Well, for those of us in monogamous relationships and/or married.

“The finding that women who do not use condoms during sex are less depressed and less likely to attempt suicide than are women who have sex with condoms and women who are not sexually active, leads one researcher to conclude that semen contains powerful—and potentially addictive—mood-altering chemicals. “


Good news!

When I was a kid — hell, even now — I used to joke that I wanted to take the fat from my stomach/butt/hips and put it in my boobs. I apparently was a medical pioneer.

According to the BBC

The procedure – dubbed Celution – could be carried out in an hour.

Fat from the either the stomach, bottom or thigh can be taken out with a standard liposuction procedure, and the stem cells then extracted.

These cells are placed into a cartridge ready for injection one hour later. The company says the breasts will then fill out over the course of six months.

What more can you ask for?

Full story.