i just spent the last twenty minutes reliving the best day of my life that happened one year ago today, and i've never been any happier than i am right now.
wyatt, i'm so limitlessly happy that you're my son. you're everything i've always wanted, and the idea that i can be your dad for the rest of my life is the most amazing thought i can wish for. you mean everything to me. i love you so much.
lisa, i'm so proud of you. i've seen you grow so much not only as my wife but also as the mother of my son. and there's nobody else i'd rather have as a partner. wyatt's so damn lucky to have you. heck, i'm so damn lucky to have you.
and to gram, grampa and grandpa, thank you for setting such a great example for him to follow. i'm sure grandma is very proud of him.
love you, kiddo.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
how i can grieve on a public forum too
my grief counselor gives me homework after every session, and i figured that, even though my meetings with him are private, i tend to share everything with everyone anyways.
so here's the homework i filled out:
10 THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MYSELF
1. I always put other people before myself.
2. I make myself laugh. Hard. And often.
3. My wife and kid love me, so I’m doing something right with them. In fact, I’m following in my parents’ footsteps as a good parent and spouse.
4. I would do anything for the ones I love. Anything.
5. People tell me that I look at the world differently, I take that as a compliment.
6. I try to imagine what others are thinking before I react.
7. I try to never hurt someone’s feelings…
8. …Unless it’s for their own good, in which I become stand up and blunt.
9. I’m extremely open-minded and tolerant.
10. I can admit when I’m wrong.
10 THINGS I DISLIKE ABOUT MYSELF
1. I can’t wait to show off how smart I am.
2. I’m not selfish enough. In fact, I’m not selfish at all.
3. My knees limit me.
4. I have trouble staying in shape, and that bothers me.
5. I procrastinate, sometimes to the point of rudeness.
6. I’m devastated when others don’t treat me how I treat them, even when that level is unrealistic.
7. I continually get taken advantage of, and I let it happen.
8. I’m too ambitious for my own good and rarely finish anything.
9. I’m slow to react, and I rarely ever throw caution to the wind. Both of these are because I overthink everything.
10. When I don’t care about something, I’m unmotivated to do anything about it.
5 THINGS I WANT TO CHANGE ABOUT MYSELF
1. I’d never give up playing basketball.
2. I’d work less and be home for playtime.
3. I’d be more organized.
4. I’d stick to resolutions for more than two weeks.
5. I’d speak up for myself more.
so here's the homework i filled out:
10 THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MYSELF
1. I always put other people before myself.
2. I make myself laugh. Hard. And often.
3. My wife and kid love me, so I’m doing something right with them. In fact, I’m following in my parents’ footsteps as a good parent and spouse.
4. I would do anything for the ones I love. Anything.
5. People tell me that I look at the world differently, I take that as a compliment.
6. I try to imagine what others are thinking before I react.
7. I try to never hurt someone’s feelings…
8. …Unless it’s for their own good, in which I become stand up and blunt.
9. I’m extremely open-minded and tolerant.
10. I can admit when I’m wrong.
10 THINGS I DISLIKE ABOUT MYSELF
1. I can’t wait to show off how smart I am.
2. I’m not selfish enough. In fact, I’m not selfish at all.
3. My knees limit me.
4. I have trouble staying in shape, and that bothers me.
5. I procrastinate, sometimes to the point of rudeness.
6. I’m devastated when others don’t treat me how I treat them, even when that level is unrealistic.
7. I continually get taken advantage of, and I let it happen.
8. I’m too ambitious for my own good and rarely finish anything.
9. I’m slow to react, and I rarely ever throw caution to the wind. Both of these are because I overthink everything.
10. When I don’t care about something, I’m unmotivated to do anything about it.
5 THINGS I WANT TO CHANGE ABOUT MYSELF
1. I’d never give up playing basketball.
2. I’d work less and be home for playtime.
3. I’d be more organized.
4. I’d stick to resolutions for more than two weeks.
5. I’d speak up for myself more.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
how this was the speech i gave at the party my mom wanted to throw for us
When my mom passed away, my first reaction was to cancel this party. This day meant so much to her and that having it without her would just seem wrong. But then Sue said, “We better have this party because Mom would be pissed”. I laughed, because it was true. She would be pissed.
I didn’t know then, but now, I completely understand why.
My original interpretation of this party was to introduce Lisa and Wyatt to their New York family. It wouldn’t be a wedding. We had one of those last year. But it would be a grand introduction of two amazing and wonderful people to a hundred more amazing and wonderful people with funny accents.
But, the night after my Mom passed, I rethought it. And, whether it was a divine inspiration from Mom or just seeing things differently, I realized that the point of this party was to be an opportunity for my Mom to show everyone how proud she was.
But, in the months since, I realize now that even that was off.
Let me explain.
You see, my mom had two sons.
One of them met the love of his life when he was eighteen. She was everything a mother could ask her son to meet and he did the smart thing by marrying her the first chance he got right after he graduated college. They bought a house a mile from her. And then, soon after, they gave her her first grandson. And then, her first granddaughter. He became vice president at an early age, and was in complete control of his future. He proved to her that he could be successful in life and in work. With that son, she had nothing to worry about.
She also had another son. He lived three thousand miles away. He had a job that she only somewhat understood and he took jobs based not on money but on the types of ads he could make. Weird. He dated, but he was cryptic about it because he didn’t want to get her hopes up. Maybe he was gay? If he was, that’s okay. But she knew he wasn’t. Hopefully. Her son then turned 32, and he seemed to be in the same exact position he was when he was 26. She had everything to worry about.
But here’s where the story takes a twist. He met a woman, someone who was everything a mother could ask her son to meet. He did the smart thing by knocking her up the first chance he got right after they fell deeply in love. They got married. They settled in. And then, soon after, they gave her her second grandson. And all the sacrifices he made in his career came to fruition when he became an associate creative director working on his dream job. He proved to her that he could be successful in life and in work.
Suddenly, she had two sons with nothing to worry about.
And once I wrote this out, it was suddenly crystal clear to me. This party is not about my mother showing everyone how proud she was.
This party is about my mother showing everyone how relieved she was.
So let’s have fun. Because, you know, right now, mom is partying her tail off. And, knowing her, she’s playing much better music.
I didn’t know then, but now, I completely understand why.
My original interpretation of this party was to introduce Lisa and Wyatt to their New York family. It wouldn’t be a wedding. We had one of those last year. But it would be a grand introduction of two amazing and wonderful people to a hundred more amazing and wonderful people with funny accents.
But, the night after my Mom passed, I rethought it. And, whether it was a divine inspiration from Mom or just seeing things differently, I realized that the point of this party was to be an opportunity for my Mom to show everyone how proud she was.
But, in the months since, I realize now that even that was off.
Let me explain.
You see, my mom had two sons.
One of them met the love of his life when he was eighteen. She was everything a mother could ask her son to meet and he did the smart thing by marrying her the first chance he got right after he graduated college. They bought a house a mile from her. And then, soon after, they gave her her first grandson. And then, her first granddaughter. He became vice president at an early age, and was in complete control of his future. He proved to her that he could be successful in life and in work. With that son, she had nothing to worry about.
She also had another son. He lived three thousand miles away. He had a job that she only somewhat understood and he took jobs based not on money but on the types of ads he could make. Weird. He dated, but he was cryptic about it because he didn’t want to get her hopes up. Maybe he was gay? If he was, that’s okay. But she knew he wasn’t. Hopefully. Her son then turned 32, and he seemed to be in the same exact position he was when he was 26. She had everything to worry about.
But here’s where the story takes a twist. He met a woman, someone who was everything a mother could ask her son to meet. He did the smart thing by knocking her up the first chance he got right after they fell deeply in love. They got married. They settled in. And then, soon after, they gave her her second grandson. And all the sacrifices he made in his career came to fruition when he became an associate creative director working on his dream job. He proved to her that he could be successful in life and in work.
Suddenly, she had two sons with nothing to worry about.
And once I wrote this out, it was suddenly crystal clear to me. This party is not about my mother showing everyone how proud she was.
This party is about my mother showing everyone how relieved she was.
So let’s have fun. Because, you know, right now, mom is partying her tail off. And, knowing her, she’s playing much better music.
Friday, April 03, 2009
how steve has too much on his plate so he's relying on his twitter feed to supply content to his blog
i wish i had the time to post here every day, but i don't. so considering my contributions to society lately have been in 140 character increments, i might as well keep this blog active by making it a safe haven for all my thoughts.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
how this was my eulogy for my mom
I’ve been writing this eulogy since my plane ride, and I have to admit, by this morning, I felt that it was about 87% there. But something just happened that completely pulled it all together. And, as usual, Mom, you were the one that did it. I’ll get to it in a minute.
I’ve been to too many funerals. And usually, when someone gets up to speak on the deceased’s behalf, they always talk about how wonderful, generous and loving of a person they were. And half the time, I get the feeling that the speech they give is really meant to convince everyone else of that. Like they’re presenting that person’s case to misbelievers.
This is not one of those times.
I don’t have to convince anyone of anything about my Mom, your wife, your aunt, your grandma, your mother-in-law, your sister-in-law, your cousin, your friend. She was truly the best at all those roles.
She made us happier even when we were already happy, lifted us when we were down and did whatever we needed even before we knew we needed it.
And she made us laugh.
When my wife and I were sitting in the airport, waiting to take off to come here, she told me a funny story about my mom. Lisa had put a little mirror in Wyatt’s room, and my mom asked her why. Lisa laughed, and revealed that the light in his room was so good, that she placed the mirror in there so she can see the chin hairs that she needed to pluck. How did my mom respond to that? By telling her that the light’s just as good in the car and that’s where she plucks her own chin hairs.
Endearing. That’s my mom.
The first concert we went to was to go see Michael Bolton. Mom told us that we had to meet one of dad’s clients in Philly, and he was a big Michael Bolton fan, and it was really important to Dad. So we hopped in the car and started driving north on the Turnpike. Which, as you all know, is the opposite way. It wasn’t until we got to Giants Stadium that it became clear. Michael Bolton wasn’t playing. The Rolling Stones were. And none of the 90,000 people rocked out any harder than she did.
Thoughtful. That’s my mom.
The night before she passed, she was somewhat drugged up, but still very lucid. My family sat around her and they watched “American Idol” – just like any other Tuesday night. And my mom was being my mom, just like any Tuesday night. Suddenly, the nurse came in and asked her, between 1 to 10, where her pain level was. She struggled to say “5”. The nurse took that in and walked out. As soon as she left, my mom turned to my dad and said, “It’s not a 5. It’s like a 2. I just want more morphine”.
Jokester. That’s my mom.
Hearing her sing completely off-key to Green Day songs, which no sixty-year-old had any right to know the lyrics to. Being completely unable to stay serious while scolding us for every stupid and funny thing we got in trouble for. Spending a quick vacation in Baltimore, the crab capital of the world, and watching her only eat cheeseburgers. Never driving on highways, for some reason she never really explained to us. Being the go-to person for all things pop culture, like gossip and trivia. Choosing to ignore every Oscar-nominated film to watch a monster movie instead. Her laughing fits that took her ten minutes to get three sentences out.
Quirky. That’s my mom.
And here’s where it all ties together. After we said our final goodbyes at the funeral home, we waited for dad at the bottom floor. But he wanted to take the elevator down, just like Mom would have done. And we waited. And waited. And then, suddenly, here comes Dad, walking up the stairs. He pressed the wrong button and it took him to the basement.
I could hear my Mom laughing from heaven.
The prankster. That’s my mom.
But we all laughed even harder when we realized that Mom had a hand in that. Just like, whenever something else funny happens, we’ll think of her and know that she probably had a hand in that too.
Whenever we laugh, from here on out, we’ll think of her and know that she was in the mix somehow.
I can stand here all night and tell stories about how she made us laugh and reminisce about all the wonderful things about her. And I’m sure we all have our stories.
Her quirkiness made us laugh. Her tenderness made us happy. Her thoughtfulness lifted us up.
That was always her responsibility that she was happy to take on.
And now, that responsibility falls to all of us.
When my grandparents passed away, my Dad and Uncle and Mom lamented that they weren’t able to write down all the stories their parents told them. I remember many of them, but I’m sure there’s just as many that fell through the cracks.
My mom left behind three amazing grandkids. Nicky and Ava Rose got to know her. Wyatt’s too young. And as time passes on, so will, unfortunately, their memories.
But I’m not gonna let that happen.
Right now, I’m gonna ask you all to think about a moment when my mom made you laugh. Made you feel better. Made you happier. It shouldn’t be too hard. This is my mom we’re talking about.
And sometime today, sometime this week, once you come up with that story, just like any one I told you about, I’m gonna ask you to tell me. And I’m gonna record it.
Nicky, Ava Rose and Wyatt won’t be able to feel their grandmother or hear her. They won’t be able to be held by her. They won’t be able to smell her or be kissed by her. And that breaks my heart.
But I do want them to be touched by her, just like how we all are. I want her to make them laugh, just like how we all did. I want her to make them feel good, just like she always had. I want her to forever be an important part of their everyday lives.
And she will.
This is my mom. How could she not?
I’ve been to too many funerals. And usually, when someone gets up to speak on the deceased’s behalf, they always talk about how wonderful, generous and loving of a person they were. And half the time, I get the feeling that the speech they give is really meant to convince everyone else of that. Like they’re presenting that person’s case to misbelievers.
This is not one of those times.
I don’t have to convince anyone of anything about my Mom, your wife, your aunt, your grandma, your mother-in-law, your sister-in-law, your cousin, your friend. She was truly the best at all those roles.
She made us happier even when we were already happy, lifted us when we were down and did whatever we needed even before we knew we needed it.
And she made us laugh.
When my wife and I were sitting in the airport, waiting to take off to come here, she told me a funny story about my mom. Lisa had put a little mirror in Wyatt’s room, and my mom asked her why. Lisa laughed, and revealed that the light in his room was so good, that she placed the mirror in there so she can see the chin hairs that she needed to pluck. How did my mom respond to that? By telling her that the light’s just as good in the car and that’s where she plucks her own chin hairs.
Endearing. That’s my mom.
The first concert we went to was to go see Michael Bolton. Mom told us that we had to meet one of dad’s clients in Philly, and he was a big Michael Bolton fan, and it was really important to Dad. So we hopped in the car and started driving north on the Turnpike. Which, as you all know, is the opposite way. It wasn’t until we got to Giants Stadium that it became clear. Michael Bolton wasn’t playing. The Rolling Stones were. And none of the 90,000 people rocked out any harder than she did.
Thoughtful. That’s my mom.
The night before she passed, she was somewhat drugged up, but still very lucid. My family sat around her and they watched “American Idol” – just like any other Tuesday night. And my mom was being my mom, just like any Tuesday night. Suddenly, the nurse came in and asked her, between 1 to 10, where her pain level was. She struggled to say “5”. The nurse took that in and walked out. As soon as she left, my mom turned to my dad and said, “It’s not a 5. It’s like a 2. I just want more morphine”.
Jokester. That’s my mom.
Hearing her sing completely off-key to Green Day songs, which no sixty-year-old had any right to know the lyrics to. Being completely unable to stay serious while scolding us for every stupid and funny thing we got in trouble for. Spending a quick vacation in Baltimore, the crab capital of the world, and watching her only eat cheeseburgers. Never driving on highways, for some reason she never really explained to us. Being the go-to person for all things pop culture, like gossip and trivia. Choosing to ignore every Oscar-nominated film to watch a monster movie instead. Her laughing fits that took her ten minutes to get three sentences out.
Quirky. That’s my mom.
And here’s where it all ties together. After we said our final goodbyes at the funeral home, we waited for dad at the bottom floor. But he wanted to take the elevator down, just like Mom would have done. And we waited. And waited. And then, suddenly, here comes Dad, walking up the stairs. He pressed the wrong button and it took him to the basement.
I could hear my Mom laughing from heaven.
The prankster. That’s my mom.
But we all laughed even harder when we realized that Mom had a hand in that. Just like, whenever something else funny happens, we’ll think of her and know that she probably had a hand in that too.
Whenever we laugh, from here on out, we’ll think of her and know that she was in the mix somehow.
I can stand here all night and tell stories about how she made us laugh and reminisce about all the wonderful things about her. And I’m sure we all have our stories.
Her quirkiness made us laugh. Her tenderness made us happy. Her thoughtfulness lifted us up.
That was always her responsibility that she was happy to take on.
And now, that responsibility falls to all of us.
When my grandparents passed away, my Dad and Uncle and Mom lamented that they weren’t able to write down all the stories their parents told them. I remember many of them, but I’m sure there’s just as many that fell through the cracks.
My mom left behind three amazing grandkids. Nicky and Ava Rose got to know her. Wyatt’s too young. And as time passes on, so will, unfortunately, their memories.
But I’m not gonna let that happen.
Right now, I’m gonna ask you all to think about a moment when my mom made you laugh. Made you feel better. Made you happier. It shouldn’t be too hard. This is my mom we’re talking about.
And sometime today, sometime this week, once you come up with that story, just like any one I told you about, I’m gonna ask you to tell me. And I’m gonna record it.
Nicky, Ava Rose and Wyatt won’t be able to feel their grandmother or hear her. They won’t be able to be held by her. They won’t be able to smell her or be kissed by her. And that breaks my heart.
But I do want them to be touched by her, just like how we all are. I want her to make them laugh, just like how we all did. I want her to make them feel good, just like she always had. I want her to forever be an important part of their everyday lives.
And she will.
This is my mom. How could she not?
Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
how these would be the coolest xmas gifts ever
Monday, December 15, 2008
how this struck me as weird
i saw this in the toilet stall at o'hare airport in terminal F. it's a new way to protect your ass while sitting on the seat. here's the directions:
So wht happens is that you wave your hand in front of this sensor with the number "96 on it".
then a plastic covering on the toilet seat rotates around, so you sit on a new plastic covering.
then the sensor displays the number "95", which i guess means that there's 95 plastic coverings left for this particular seat.
seems like a lot of work for a men's toilet. and it makes me wonder what the hell goes on in the women's shitter at o'hare.
seriously, what goes on in there?
So wht happens is that you wave your hand in front of this sensor with the number "96 on it".
then a plastic covering on the toilet seat rotates around, so you sit on a new plastic covering.
then the sensor displays the number "95", which i guess means that there's 95 plastic coverings left for this particular seat.
seems like a lot of work for a men's toilet. and it makes me wonder what the hell goes on in the women's shitter at o'hare.
seriously, what goes on in there?
how maintaining two blogs is not easy
as you can tell from my complete ignorance of the speakeasy, it's been a chore to keep up with two blogs - especially when one of them requires me to write every single day (while keeping a full-time writing job on the side).
that being said, i'm gonna do my best to make this work.
i might be here once a week. at the very least, i'll post some links that made me laugh. at the very best, i'll post something original once a week or so.
but i gotta tell you, it's creatively draining.
so here's some links (for now):
an incredibly accurate description of what the process of an advertising agency making a christmas card looks like - "peanuts" style.
see who google thinks is the worst band in the world.
shit, my plane is boarding.
i'll try to find more later.
that being said, i'm gonna do my best to make this work.
i might be here once a week. at the very least, i'll post some links that made me laugh. at the very best, i'll post something original once a week or so.
but i gotta tell you, it's creatively draining.
so here's some links (for now):
an incredibly accurate description of what the process of an advertising agency making a christmas card looks like - "peanuts" style.
see who google thinks is the worst band in the world.
shit, my plane is boarding.
i'll try to find more later.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
how christine is cured! christine is cured!
i just wanted to share this with you all because it's very important to me.
6 years and 9 months ago, my close friend christine was diagnosed with leukemia. she and her husband tommy and daughter kailey had just started their lives together, and suddenly, their world was falling apart.
if you've been reading this website, you know all about it.
the day i got the call was undoubtedly one of the worst moments of my life. nothing was right. nothing was fair.
after trying every sort of treatment possible, christine had her bone marrow transplant operation - basically, her last chance. the operation was a success, although the recovery was long and painful. going through life with a reforming immune system is tough enough. doing it with a one-year-old daughter in a house that's being completely fixed up was another. but she got through it.
throughout it all, she's been brave and upbeat. and she's transitioned from being one of my closest friends to being one of my heroes. hell, she inspired me to run the phoenix marathon in 85 degree heat in her honor in an effort to raise money for the lymphoma and leukemia society. she was the first person i called when i crossed the finish line. we were both crying. she was happy. i was in pain, but happy nonetheless.
and as her immune system got stronger, she began getting her life back.
today, november 12th, 2008, is the five year anniversary of her bone marrow transplant.
that means that my close friend christine is cured from cancer.
she beat it.
christine is cured from cancer!
i'm crying as i type this, but she beat it.
i just wanted to share that with you all.
but don't take my words for it. here's care for christine for the official announcement.
much love to everyone.
now go out and celebrate.
6 years and 9 months ago, my close friend christine was diagnosed with leukemia. she and her husband tommy and daughter kailey had just started their lives together, and suddenly, their world was falling apart.
if you've been reading this website, you know all about it.
the day i got the call was undoubtedly one of the worst moments of my life. nothing was right. nothing was fair.
after trying every sort of treatment possible, christine had her bone marrow transplant operation - basically, her last chance. the operation was a success, although the recovery was long and painful. going through life with a reforming immune system is tough enough. doing it with a one-year-old daughter in a house that's being completely fixed up was another. but she got through it.
throughout it all, she's been brave and upbeat. and she's transitioned from being one of my closest friends to being one of my heroes. hell, she inspired me to run the phoenix marathon in 85 degree heat in her honor in an effort to raise money for the lymphoma and leukemia society. she was the first person i called when i crossed the finish line. we were both crying. she was happy. i was in pain, but happy nonetheless.
and as her immune system got stronger, she began getting her life back.
today, november 12th, 2008, is the five year anniversary of her bone marrow transplant.
that means that my close friend christine is cured from cancer.
she beat it.
christine is cured from cancer!
i'm crying as i type this, but she beat it.
i just wanted to share that with you all.
but don't take my words for it. here's care for christine for the official announcement.
much love to everyone.
now go out and celebrate.
how i owe you a bunch of links
this post is powered by the blind crossdresser i saw at the BART station, which made me wonder if he even realized that he was dressing like a woman:
i'm sure you've seen this before, but some guy posted an ad for his car on the bodybuilding.com forum, and the pictures included "sexy" photos of his girlfriend, who is everything but. just read all the pages of comments and responses. some great stuff in there.
the practice phone call on last week's "the office" was probably the funniest three minutes they've created. this season, they've completely raised the game.
our "lebron's DNA" feature debuted on nikebasketball.com. it's first of what's seemingly an endless stream of content we're creating. also check out our shoe feature, "the story of the six".
also, my friend steve dildarian had his animated series "the life and times of tim" premiere on HBO a couple of weeks ago. check it out if you're into the type of show that'll make you laugh your ass off. if you don't believe me, reminisce about the budweiser lizards and ferret commercials. and then take into account that he wrote them. so yeah, you bet your ass this is funny.
and last, but not least:
i voted "no" on proposition 8 in california, which means i am for gay marriage. honestly, if two people love each other, shouldn't they have all the same rights as every other couple? shouldn't they be entitled to the same happinesses that we all experience without hiding it? i think they rightly deserve it.
however, sadly, my state voted "yes" to outlaw gay marriage.
my first instincts is that though i deeply disagree with the result, it is the will of the people, and that is that. but it really strikes me as wrong. and that got me thinking about the history of social issues, from women's suffrage to civil rights, and how if they were left to the will of the people, we'd still be where we were a hundred years ago.
so i'm changing my mind on how to approach righting this wrong, thinking that a social issue you believe in is worth fighting for, no matter what the majority of the populace decides is correct. let the courts decide this, i say.
what am i getting at? here's keith olbermann's take. normally, i find him more entertaining than informative and far too extreme to take at face value. but there's nothing in his speech that i disagree with. he's dead on about this, and so am i.
i'm sure you've seen this before, but some guy posted an ad for his car on the bodybuilding.com forum, and the pictures included "sexy" photos of his girlfriend, who is everything but. just read all the pages of comments and responses. some great stuff in there.
the practice phone call on last week's "the office" was probably the funniest three minutes they've created. this season, they've completely raised the game.
our "lebron's DNA" feature debuted on nikebasketball.com. it's first of what's seemingly an endless stream of content we're creating. also check out our shoe feature, "the story of the six".
also, my friend steve dildarian had his animated series "the life and times of tim" premiere on HBO a couple of weeks ago. check it out if you're into the type of show that'll make you laugh your ass off. if you don't believe me, reminisce about the budweiser lizards and ferret commercials. and then take into account that he wrote them. so yeah, you bet your ass this is funny.
and last, but not least:
i voted "no" on proposition 8 in california, which means i am for gay marriage. honestly, if two people love each other, shouldn't they have all the same rights as every other couple? shouldn't they be entitled to the same happinesses that we all experience without hiding it? i think they rightly deserve it.
however, sadly, my state voted "yes" to outlaw gay marriage.
my first instincts is that though i deeply disagree with the result, it is the will of the people, and that is that. but it really strikes me as wrong. and that got me thinking about the history of social issues, from women's suffrage to civil rights, and how if they were left to the will of the people, we'd still be where we were a hundred years ago.
so i'm changing my mind on how to approach righting this wrong, thinking that a social issue you believe in is worth fighting for, no matter what the majority of the populace decides is correct. let the courts decide this, i say.
what am i getting at? here's keith olbermann's take. normally, i find him more entertaining than informative and far too extreme to take at face value. but there's nothing in his speech that i disagree with. he's dead on about this, and so am i.
Friday, November 07, 2008
how i'm proud and shameful of this reply
this was my reply in an e-mail string about presidential athletes. i got halfway through it and couldn't turn back and had to finish it. i'm posting this because it could possibly be the most ridiculous thing i've written in a long long time:
from steve:
i think i would enjoy playing on the same squad with obama. after all, he's a redistributor.
from what was written in the history books, martin van buren was a big-time flopper that got under everyone's skin. rumor has it that andrew jackson wanted to slap the shit out of him during a game of 21 for calling a charge. supposedly, jackson yelled, "nobody, not even a dirty, low-down, slavery-hatin' carpetbagger, would have the audacity to call a charge in pick-up! but you, sir, have sunk even lower!" and not even that was able to stop van buren from doing it thrice more. jackson was loading his bayonet before daniel webster subdued him.
it's true.
from steve:
i think i would enjoy playing on the same squad with obama. after all, he's a redistributor.
from what was written in the history books, martin van buren was a big-time flopper that got under everyone's skin. rumor has it that andrew jackson wanted to slap the shit out of him during a game of 21 for calling a charge. supposedly, jackson yelled, "nobody, not even a dirty, low-down, slavery-hatin' carpetbagger, would have the audacity to call a charge in pick-up! but you, sir, have sunk even lower!" and not even that was able to stop van buren from doing it thrice more. jackson was loading his bayonet before daniel webster subdued him.
it's true.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
how i got to share an amazing experience with my son
last night, at 9 PM, i took my son into my arms, sat on our couch and watched barack obama's acceptance speech with him.
it was an amazing experience. obama represents so many things to so many people, but the one thing that any american, democrat to republican to independent, can admire is how, despite everything he had going against him, he was able to be elected by people of every race and age to the highest office our country offers.
this is a man who grew up the son of a kenyan immigrant and a white woman, whose father ditched him early, who grew up poor, a man who was named barack hussein obama. it's safe to say that this man had zero chance of ever becoming president.
but still, this is a man who worked his way into columbia university and then harvard law and then edited the prestigious harvard law review, a man who eschewed big money law firms for public service, a man who rode a wave to the top powered by listening, thinking and accepting others, a man who has become the most inspiring and transformational figure in this generation, a man who forced a populace to finally look past the color of skin and just see a person who is our best choice to lift our country back up.
he's a man who overcame everything to rise to the highest level. he stands for that greatest american trait, that you can become anything you want to be.
but, although that's always been said, it's never really been true. all of our presidents have been white and rich and been given every opportunity to succeed. it's true for them, but not really for the rest of us.
but now, we have a president who is black and grew from a very modest background and made the very best with what life threw at him.
today, that great american dream is a great american reality.
and here we are, father and son, watching president elect obama, and i've got tears in my eyes. because, for my son, just one month into his life, every single door is now open for him. there's no reason why he can't achieve anything he wants. if barack obama can do it, if this man who had nothing can achieve everything, then so can my son, who begins his journey with love, support and a family that will do everything for him.
i can't wait to see what he'll do with it.
go get 'em, wyatt.
it was an amazing experience. obama represents so many things to so many people, but the one thing that any american, democrat to republican to independent, can admire is how, despite everything he had going against him, he was able to be elected by people of every race and age to the highest office our country offers.
this is a man who grew up the son of a kenyan immigrant and a white woman, whose father ditched him early, who grew up poor, a man who was named barack hussein obama. it's safe to say that this man had zero chance of ever becoming president.
but still, this is a man who worked his way into columbia university and then harvard law and then edited the prestigious harvard law review, a man who eschewed big money law firms for public service, a man who rode a wave to the top powered by listening, thinking and accepting others, a man who has become the most inspiring and transformational figure in this generation, a man who forced a populace to finally look past the color of skin and just see a person who is our best choice to lift our country back up.
he's a man who overcame everything to rise to the highest level. he stands for that greatest american trait, that you can become anything you want to be.
but, although that's always been said, it's never really been true. all of our presidents have been white and rich and been given every opportunity to succeed. it's true for them, but not really for the rest of us.
but now, we have a president who is black and grew from a very modest background and made the very best with what life threw at him.
today, that great american dream is a great american reality.
and here we are, father and son, watching president elect obama, and i've got tears in my eyes. because, for my son, just one month into his life, every single door is now open for him. there's no reason why he can't achieve anything he wants. if barack obama can do it, if this man who had nothing can achieve everything, then so can my son, who begins his journey with love, support and a family that will do everything for him.
i can't wait to see what he'll do with it.
go get 'em, wyatt.
Monday, November 03, 2008
how i'm taking a redo on "echoes, silence, patience and grace"
last year, i purchased and jumped into the foo fighters' newest album and, to be honest, didn't really like it. i thought it was schmaltzy. too sentimental. boring. it sounded like a band that just ran out of things to say.
alas, it won a grammy for best rock album, further reinforcing my original ideas that this album just didn't have it.
but i've been listening to selected tracks recently, like "the pretender" and "statues", and on my work trip away from the first lady of steveohville and the boy of steveohville, and i decided to give it another take.
and i like it so much more.
and that got me thinking: the album didn't change, but in the past year, i have. and where i was once hardened and critical i am now softer and sentimental. i miss my family right now. and as i listened to the foo fighters on the plane, i just wanted to be home. dave grohl and the gang helped bring me there:
Wish I were with you but I couldn't stay
Every direction leads me away
Pray for tomorrow but for today
And all I want is to be home
All I want is to be home
then again, when you write something like this, sentimentality is a way of life.
alas, it won a grammy for best rock album, further reinforcing my original ideas that this album just didn't have it.
but i've been listening to selected tracks recently, like "the pretender" and "statues", and on my work trip away from the first lady of steveohville and the boy of steveohville, and i decided to give it another take.
and i like it so much more.
and that got me thinking: the album didn't change, but in the past year, i have. and where i was once hardened and critical i am now softer and sentimental. i miss my family right now. and as i listened to the foo fighters on the plane, i just wanted to be home. dave grohl and the gang helped bring me there:
Wish I were with you but I couldn't stay
Every direction leads me away
Pray for tomorrow but for today
And all I want is to be home
All I want is to be home
then again, when you write something like this, sentimentality is a way of life.
how there's an endless supply of reasons why i love my city
and here's the latest:
measure R is about renaming the oceanside water treatment plant in the city of san francisco.
to what, you might ask?
why, the the George W. Bush Sewage Plant.
oh hell yes, i'm voting yes.
measure R is about renaming the oceanside water treatment plant in the city of san francisco.
to what, you might ask?
why, the the George W. Bush Sewage Plant.
oh hell yes, i'm voting yes.
how i'm back sorta
and by back, i mean i have fifteen minutes in between feedings and feel like typing.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
how there's many great things about sports
and i know that sports doesn't just build character, it also reveals it. and that just gets proven over and over again, such as these past 24 hours, where it became impossible not to be impressed by and appreciative of what both youth (tampa bay rays) and experience (bernard hopkins) can pull off.
i heart sports.
i heart sports.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
how in one week's time, i've narrowed down my worldview into one simple equation
wyatt > everything else
Monday, October 06, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
how i'm typing this for posterity's sake
this is the last moment in my life that i am living for myself. from here on out, everything i do will be done for my child's benefit. every thought, every emotion, every action, every word is dedicated to make my child's life better.
these last 34 years, in which i was the most important person in my life, is coming to a dramatic end in a couple of moments.
it was a damn good run.
but i can't wait to give it all up for someone even more special.
these last 34 years, in which i was the most important person in my life, is coming to a dramatic end in a couple of moments.
it was a damn good run.
but i can't wait to give it all up for someone even more special.
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