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It was lovely to see the parade walking down Market Street from the Castro. (I'm sure there are plenty of pictures floating around the Internet; I didn't feel the need to take any.) So many hopeful people.

I am thankful to be living and working where I am, and to be reminded that we can work together to make life more livable for one another.

If you have been marching, handing out flyers, agitating, and generally raising awareness about the right to marry and have one's relationships legally recognised: Thank you. You have my gratitude and my admiration.
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The past fifteen months or so have been some of the hardest of my life. If you're reading this, you have more than likely been part of the reason I've gotten through them with any sort of grace at all. Thank you.

I've changed jobs. The new gig is very different from the old. (Of course it ended badly — if it hadn't gone badly, it wouldn't have ended.) I am working with two very different teams, each with their pros, cons, quirks and lessons. I have not yet fallen in love with this job, but I come home without that heavy slogging feeling, so that's something.

I know myself better than to promise any sort of creative output, whether it be prose, code, or anything else. I'm not saying that this post will mark a return to regular updates. But my head has broken the surface of the water. I'm still paddling like hell to stay afloat, but I can breathe.

Today, I showed up to the text box in the browser and created something. Keep going, keep loving, keep learning. Some days, that's all you can ask for.

Thanks for reading.
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Ten days ago, I was sitting in my mother's living room, listening to her tell stories about her mother and worrying about the pain she was in from a compression fracture in her spine that was not healing quickly enough to suit her, while a dear friend of ours was cooking for us.

A week ago, I was sitting at dinner with my wife and a friend, when I got a call from my cousin. She said, "We're at Sonoma Valley Hospital. Janet has leukemia."

Last night, just after midnight, I got a call from Marin General Hospital. My mother had slipped away in the night, sparing my cousin and me the agonizing decision of how to let her go when it was clear there was no hope.

This is what I wrote in the immediate aftermath:

If I have ever been gentle with you, ever been kind to you when you needed it, been a friend or a support or an ally to you, then raise your glass tonight and drink a toast to the woman who taught me how important it is that we love one another, that we keep one another as safe from harm and as cherished as we possibly can. Remember the good she has done in the world, and tell stories of it to your children and your loved ones. And go forth and make your love manifest in the world — love daringly, defiantly, completely and totally.

Thank you, Janet, for giving me life, and love, and for teaching me to cherish others as you have cherished me.

RIP Janet Roberta Barnes Thiessen. Born December 30, 1940, in Kentfield, California. Died June 13, 2012, in Greenbrae, California. Loving mother, devoted daughter, stalwart friend, passionate believer in justice and fairness, and all around hell of a human being.
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RIP Dennis Allen McDaniel. Born Nov. 12, 1941. Died at home, Dec. 16, 2011.

My wife's family has always done an extraordinary job of loving me for who and what I am, and Dennis's matter-of-fact acceptance of me as a worthy husband for his step-daughter and a welcome addition to his family was always at the forefront of that love. I could ask for no better model of humanity, decency, and dedication to making a marriage work in the face of everything this unfriendly world throws at us. May memories and stories of him gladden our hearts for many years to come.
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Naps taken: 2.
Friends seen: 4.
Productive thoughts about interesting problems: a whole bunch.
Incidents of anxiety, anger or raised voices: 0.
Snuggles given and received: lots.

More like this, please.

Happy New Year, folks. Thank you, each and every one of you, for your friendship and your love. Last year was a rough one, and this one will probably be even rougher. Let's do what we can to keep one another out of the Slough of Despond, eh?
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Short version: We're OK, we're uphill and upwind of the fire, we have not been evacuated.

That said, it was less than 1500 metres away, just across Skyline Boulevard, and the fireball was terrifying. Getting into and out of the neighbourhood is going to be a bit tricky until they get this thing all the way out.

I'll post a FAQ here sometime today, but for now please accept our thanks for all the good wishes and offers of places to come and stay.

We love you all.

My weekend

Mar. 1st, 2009 04:38 pm
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I have shaken hands with Ursula K. Le Guin. And had a few very brief, very meaningful (to me, at least) conversations with her. She was gracious, warm, very human.

Yeah, Potlatch was worth the price of admission.

I'm still floating; you can probably tell. All I can think of is "At least I got to tell her thank you, and know she heard me."

Thank you again to Molly and Mara for urging me to go. This was a lovely experience.
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If you're reading this, I'm thankful for your presence in my life.

And [livejournal.com profile] sylvan? I love you, too.
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With deepest thanks to our veterans

R. Scott Collins
Timothy Collins
Cheryl Collins Near
Thomas Chase
Mark Chase
John Hampson

Richard Hall
Theodore Ellis
Robert S. Toland

James Macdonald
Terry Karney
Bruce Cohen
Markos Moulitsas Zuniga

Thank you for your service, and for your continuing commitment to making the world a better place.
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I can't begin to thank you enough for the comments on the last entry. I've been feeling a little self-conscious, a little unseen and unheard, a little hermity.

Reading kind words from people I care about is truly a wondrous thing. Thank you so much.
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I never knew how he did it. Maybe just his manner: all the good bits of Southern gentility, without the racism or pomposity. There were always at least four girls sitting with him at lunch, loudly razzing him, vying for his attention, or just soaking up his kindness. He didn't date much that year -- his sweetheart was a year older, already at college. But oh, how they loved him. And for one sweet, blessed year, I sat with them, trying like hell not to make a fool of myself as I learned what it was to be a gentleman.
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Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought. To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears. To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool. To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen. To be led by a liar is to ask to be lied to. To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.

Octavia Butler, quoting from her novel Parable of the Sower on Democracy Now! with Amy Goodman on 11 November 2005.

Thank you, Ms. Butler, for sharing your shining gift with us. I am perversely thankful that you won't have to see the nightmare of Parable come true. For we are surely led by cowards, fools, thieves, and tyrants.

Job update

Feb. 17th, 2005 06:26 pm
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They went with the other guy.

Turns out maybe I was right to be afraid to want it this much.

I'm sure it's a sign, but of what I don't know.

I've turned off comments on this entry for the moment, because I think I'll just crack wide open if I get expressions of sympathy. I may re-enable them later.

Thanks to each and every one of you for your good thoughts and vibes.

On edit: Comments now re-enabled. Thanks for your patience.

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