On Same Sex Marriage in Vermont

Same sex marriage in Vermont. I suppose I have to say something about it seeing as how I live here and all but I doubt many people are going to beat down my door just to hear me say it. Still, I feel I need to say something—and here it is:

I don’t care.

So with that said I guess I could end this post right here and now but that would hardly give anyone anything to think about now would it? So I think I’ll go on a bit more.

I come from a very unique background, said background that was initially thrust upon me by a long childhood illness which, if anyone should ask me, ‘where did you grow up?’, I would have to respond by saying, ‘in a hospital’.

I also had a wonderful set of parents who set examples, both good and bad, that gave me an invaluable education that stood me in good stead when I took my first shaky adult steps. I thank them both to the bottom of my heart for the experience.

Thus was the beginning of attaining a rather open and ‘sideways’ way of looking at things if you will, the kind of thinking that has stayed with me throughout my life despite the best efforts of others to mold and/or beat me into some sort of conforming shape that made them feel more comfortable. Suffice it to say that after 50 years of what you could call a rather amazing and varied life, my thinking process and subsequent outlook on life in general tends to be a very objective one. And my outlook on this same sex marriage business is no exception.

Really—I don’t care.

Now don’t mistake my ‘not caring’ for anything resembling apathy. It’s not and it’s two different things entirely so perhaps I should rephrase a bit:

Same sex marriage doesn’t bother me a bit. Not one whit.

A same sex couple wishes to get married and receive all the rights that heterosexual married couples receive? Then, by all means, get married and more power to them I say. If other people get their respective noses out of joint because two people actually found happiness their lifetime, they can just get over themselves. Heterosexuals hardly have what you might call a good track record as far as the happiness thing goes. We’re constantly screwing our relationships up.

Of course you should know a bit about me first in order to put the above statements into proper perspective.

To put it simply, I’m a 100% All-American, full of testosterone, heterosexual male and damn proud of it! I love my country. I served my country and I believe in what she stands for. I also realize that my country and it’s people are so far from “perfect” that you couldn’t find “perfect with a radio telescope.

We’re so full of prejudice, bias and preconceived notions it’s a wonder that we’re able to survive from one day to the next. We’re also wise and full of goodness, compassion and caring, which makes things even more confusing when it comes to deciding how we feel about something.

As far as I’m concerned I view same sex marriages, or more to the point, those who prefer the same sex for an intimate relationship, about the same as I view religious beliefs. Believe as you choose, just don’t bang me over the head with your beliefs. Dealing with my own set of beliefs keeps me busy enough as it is, I don’t need any extra, thank you. This is nothing more than I ask of anyone.

Do as you like. Be with whomever you wish. Believe as you may just as long as you harm no one in the process and the phrase “harm no one” does not apply to those who get all bent out of shape at the concept that gays and lesbians actually do exist (gasp!).

Some of you may find it hard to believe but the concept of marriage does not have it’s beginning in Christianity. The concept existed long beforehand and has little to do with God or the bible itself. Nor is Christianity the only belief system in this world. Not even the most popular. But then we’re down to beliefs again aren’t we?

Live and let live. That idea has been around about as long as humans have thought a bit of privacy, peace and solitude now and then might be actually be a good thing. So why is somebody else’s beliefs and/or desires so personally disturbing then?

Many will cry out that it’s against what the bible teaches. That God doesn’t approve of such things. And which god are we talking about here? There’s tons of gods out there roaming around so why does this particular one matter so much when another’s happiness is concerned? Why does this one god get to call the shots here. Oh, wait. It’s not the god, it’s the people who believe in the god that are causing all the hullabaloo.

The truth of the matter is is that it bothers the person, not some all knowing deity that supposedly created the us in the first place complete with a full set of assets and liabilities. Shakes up their belief system it does and people don’t like their belief systems shaken. It’s the anchor that holds everything else in place. It’s what keeps them sane. And look what happens when someone/something starts tugging at that anchor. Sanity takes a lunch break.

The sad part about the whole thing is that there’s no reason to be shaken up at all. It all falls back on that thing about live and let live. If, according to “God almighty”, it’s so wrong to desire the same sex then who are we to interfere at all? God takes care of all in the end now doesn’t He?

Enough about that. The biggest problem with things like this is that people always have to drag religion into it. And if that fails then there’s always the rallying cry that it will harm the children. Okay, I can see where many would find that valid reason but, and I’ll probably will get burned for this, it’s not a reason at all.

What we as adults keep forgetting is that kids are tremendously flexible and accepting. Adults are not. I can remember distinctly being able to tell the difference between “the norm” and “something different” when I was a child. And I was taught by my parents to treat everyone the same, that being black or oriental or Jewish or gay (whatever word we used back then) or what-have-you was no different, wrong or right then it was to be who we were “We”, meaning my folks and me. That you “judge” a person only by the way they conduct themselves.

Strange logic that.

Years of experience now has shown me that kids can handle things like a same-sex relationship or inter-racial marriage for example with ease. But it’s up to the adults responsible for the care of those children to keep their heads on straight and not cram hatred and fear of these “others” (as they may perceive them) down their little throats.

Encountering these sort of things are not going to “change” our children in and of itself. Not communicating with our children or forcing our own insecurities and prejudices upon them when they ask the inevitable questions will.

In the end my little opinion will hardly matter of course. My feelings on the subject at hand are just my own set of beliefs that I have accumulated and built up over my own lifetime. And I’m just as prone to getting all bent out of shape when those beliefs are threatened just as much as anyone else is. Still, one thing I’m sure of by now is that after scrutinizing my own beliefs over the years, I’m fairly content with them.

One thing though before I end this post of mine. On the subject of the churches being sued by gays and lesbians for refusing to perform same sex marriages? Forget it! Just forget it.

You have absolutely no right to sue any church that refuses to perform a same sex marriage no more than I had any right to sue a certain catholic church in Long Island that refused to marry my first wife and I in the cathedral proper due to my refusal to raise my kid catholic only. Because of this we were remanded to the chapel for our marriage ceremony which was a minor scandal to some of my wife’s relatives I’m sure.

It all comes down to beliefs doesn’t it? That no one, no matter who they are or where they may be, has the right to force their way of life upon another if they do not choose to accept that way of life. That includes forcing the people of any given church to accept what they are simply unwilling or unable to accept. They may accept the person or couple in of themselves but find that the line is drawn at performing the actual marriage. So be it.There will be other places that have no problems with such arrangements that are easily found.

That’s it then. I’ve had my say and I’ll always welcome yours of course. We all think and believe differently which, of course, is the main reason this post exists in the first place. So in an effort to bring this to an end…

The Geek Wins in the End

It happened again

It happened just like it always happens and I’ve finally had to admit defeat. I’ve finally come to the conclusion that resistance is indeed futile and there’s no sense any longer in fighting it. I’m simply at that point in life where battling my own nature is a useless endeavor. I mean hell…I’m not in my 20’s anymore now am I? I don’t have the energy to resist any longer.

And so the geek wins in the end.

It was Linux that did me in. Ubuntu Linux to be specific. The straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. You see, a very few weeks ago I finally gave Windows the boot, backed up my stuff, dragged Windows off my hard drive entirely and shoved it out the door and good riddance. Since then, me and my inner geek have been having a love affair with Ubuntu.

I’m not going to get into all the dirty details of this sordid affair but one thing I will say about it is that it was entirely too easy meaning that the damn OS just installed, updated itself and ran—that’s it. Needed bits, pieces and the proper codecs (all free of charge) were easily found, added and all was said and done in a little over two hours. Beats the hell out of two days for reloading Windows, updating same and reloading all my software.

One thing was missing though. Just one. The single item that Ubuntu simply could not handle even with a good dose of Wine in it’s belly was my all time favorite blog editor; Windows Live Writer. And there wasn’t anything even close to WLW for Linux anywhere to be found.

So I opened the door, grabbed Windows by the collar (it was still whimpering on the doorstep) and dragged it back into the kitchen. I gave it a cup of coffee and a bit of breakfast then told it that if it behaved I’d let him back onto my computer—but it would have to live in a box. A virtual box to be specific.

Windows had no problem with that. Beat the heck out the doorstep at any rate.

So off to the Package Manager I went (Windows’ “Add/Remove Programs” on steroids), installed VirtualBox OSE, created a virtual box for XP to live in, and loaded it up—too easy. Then I wasted way too much time dinking around with getting a shared folder to work (my brain simply stopped working for some reason at that point when it came to something called “guest additions” and where these additions were supposed to live) and my banished Windows had it’s reprieve.

Now I’m happily typing up this post in Windows Live Writer once again. Funny thing is that Windows XP runs 5 times better and twice as fast in it’s virtual box then it ever did as a live OS. I’ve got this 5 year old machine with a single core AMD processor, a measly 1Gb of memory and the processor is barely ticking over at 12% and over half the physical memory is free.

And the inner geek dances for joy.

I won’t be boring the crap out of everyone with “all things Linux”, not here anyway. Probably not anywhere for that matter but I thought it might be appropriate to explain where I’ve been of late. The geek simply overwhelmed me and wasn’t going to let me go until it was satisfied.

So now that I’ve hoisted the white flag and the end of the long battle with the geek has finally come to an end, if I disappear for several days now and then, you’ll know where I am.

The geek has dragged me off on yet another adventure. And who knows where it might lead?

Banging a Rubber Keyboard

A title without a post? That’s what “Banging a rubber keyboard” was until just now when I suddenly realized that kind of title could relate to just about anything. In fact, it’s more the the title of a new blog rather than the title of a new post now that I think about it. I guess it would go something like this:

Banging a Rubber Keyboard

Where thoughts come bouncing back into my head like they never left in the first place.

Well, something like that anyway.

Does this mean I’m thinking of starting yet another blog when I can’t seem to post on this one on any sort of regular basis? Or maybe that other tech one I tried that got nowhere fast?. No…it doesn’t.

What it means is that I’ve had the notion running around my head of late that it just might be time to retire Just Thinkin’ and start anew. More than a few things in my life have changed since I first started this endeavor, some rather drastically, and with it so has my outlook on life. And although I still enjoy blogging immensely (it’s mostly my current state of health that’s been slowing down my posting) I’ve found that writing posts for Just Thinkin’ has become more akin to flogging a dead horse than anything else.

So as far as a personal blog is concerned I’m thinking that it’s just about time to start fresh. Having achieved the ripe old age of fifty, coming to terms with disabilities and “what-has-gone-before” along with the prospect of “what-lies-ahead” I believe a new platform for putting forth these mind numbing ramblings of mine is in order.

Of course, if I actually decided to do this since the whole thing is still just in the idea phase, I’d take all of you with me or at least let you know my forwarding address in case you wished to stop by. I still have to think some on this and It’s not like I’d just wipe out this blog once the new one was in place. I’d leave it at least until it was time to renew the domain before I’d make any sort of decision either way.

I’ll leave the whole idea lie until sometime after May since anyway since I’m due for surgery that month and I’m bound to need a bit of recovery time after as well. So nothing will happen until midsummer I’d imagine. I just felt like putting the idea into writing is all.

Any opinions on the idea are welcome of course–even of you think it’s stupid. :P

Everything’s alright yes, everything’s alright…

This past weekend being Easter weekend as it was, one of our traditions was to watch Jesus Christ Superstar with all of it’s controversy, disturbing imagery and, of course, it’s most excellent players and music. But this year Laurie had ordered the DVD Special Edition version of the movie so it was 3 times as vivid an experience of the old non-stereo tape we usually watched.

And like every other year that we go through this experience, afterward I go around with one of the songs of the movie (play, what have you) stuck in my head for week or more until my old musically enhanced brain cells of yore finally become saturated to the point where I can finally flush it out of my head till next Easter.

I can’t help it. It’s the rhythm of the thing that does it. Besides, you have 3 of the Jesus Christ Superstar greats singing the piece so it’s no wonder it sticks in my noggin. Wonder if it has the same kind of affect on other folks?

Bear bearing sign | A sign of warm weather?

Tis the coming of Spring and with the Spring means a new version of one of the two faithful old folding type signs that adorn the front parking lot of the building where Laurie’s quilt shop is located.

Since it’s arrival, this sign has been many things including a snowman and an Easter bunny holding up a “sign” that points to her shop around the corner of the building. And now that Spring is here the sign has just undergone yet another transformation:

foldy-sign-bear

Of course I couldn’t seem to keep the flash from reflecting off of things but all in all it’s not to hard to bear now is it? Now for the warm weather customers to come out of hibernation.

On rearranging my insides

Got a call from Boston a couple of days ago and it appears that I’ll be having surgery either the 6th or 14th of May depending on how their surgery schedule works out. Yes, that’s May of this year if you can believe it. As for myself, I’ll believe it when they roll me into the operating room or perhaps I should wait until I wake up afterward?

Looks like my new set of buck back teeth came in just in time considering that I’m going to have to be able to chew my food thoroughly for 6 months or so after surgery is done which was downright impossible before. I’d hate to have to be restricted to liquids and non-chunky soups for that long. Can you imagine clam chowder with no clams or potatoes or anything else for that matter?

Now I’m not what you might call a nervous type individual but I find myself somewhat anxious about this. I mean after 50 years, many of which I’ve spent doing some amazingly unique and oft times dangerous things, I still have all my original parts (barring a few teeth mind you) in all their original positions. I think it’s the original positions part of it that’s giving me pause to reflect.

This up and coming surgery is going to rearrange my insides somewhat. Part A has always been connected to part B with part C acting as a valve in between parts A and B-as it were. Come surgery all that’s going to change and although part A and part B will still be connected, part A will now wrap around the lower end of part B since part C went the way of the buffalo several years ago. This is all supposed to keep the contents of part B where they belong which hasn’t been the case for quite awhile now.

And they have move aside a rather important organ of mine to accomplish all this so I do believe the best course of action for me here and now is just not to think about it. Sound good?

And I still think I need a netbook for the extended (diabetes, risk of infection, etc) post-op stay so I can whine and complain to all you folks from my hospital bed. Whaddaya think?

Inspiration Interrupted

It always seems that just when inspiration comes a calling something else pops up that pushes the inspiration aside so that it wanders off mumbling about how nobody listens to it anymore. So much for that particular inspiration.

Last night I woke up at 3:00 AM with this great inspiration for a post. Unfortunately the real reason I woke up at 3:00 AM was that my bladder was full so I wobbled my way to the bathroom first. By the time that affair was complete my poor inspiration had become disgusted and left.

This morning I came awake with my usual start of surprise (happens all the time, don’t know what I’m surprised about) with no inspiration at all except to get that first cup of coffee down my throat and then breakfast. I had this coffee and breakfast while sitting in front of the computer reading the news which also did not cause any sort of inspiration. Dull day indeed it seemed.

So with coffee, breakfast and news completed I decided to open up Open Office Writer and, when it just happened to pop up on the screen in a blog sized window, I suddenly had the inspiration to write something about not having any inspiration.

Seems to have worked.

Long ago, when I first began writing just to relieve my overburdened brain and, way before there was anything like a WWW, I put forth my best work in the wee hours of the morning or at least I did in my opinion anyway. So now, many years later, I’ve been pondering about doing the same thing again since waking up at 3:00 AM has been the norm for me for as long as I can remember. So why not take advantage of it?

Of course I’d have to buy me a silent keyboard. Laurie has unusually acute sense of hearing and even though my computer desk is situated as far away from the bedroom as you can possibly get without actually leaving the house, I have this habit of pounding the keys which I’m sure would wake her up.

I’d also have stop swearing when I misspell a word twice in a row.

Hmmm…

I have this inspiration to write more entries this morning however, since my lady’s down country today and I have to mind the store, I guess I’ll just have to wait till this evening.

Or perhaps 3:00 AM?

New Things

There a various times in a person’s life when things happen. Not just the everyday things but things outside what one might consider the normal state of events. These things can be bad, good or just out of the ordinary which are neither bad nor good. And no matter how we may view these things, they all represent a bit of a change in our ‘life as we know it”.

And sometimes a bunch of these things happen in a relatively short period of time and so has it been for myself of late. Fortunately, I can can honestly say that these things that have happened over the past few weeks have been good for the most part.

There was the new mattress and box spring set we scrimped and saved for that was delivered a bit over 2 weeks ago. If any of you have replaced an over 20 year old mattress with a brand new one realizes exactly the kind of feeling we experienced the first night we had it.

We woke up 2 days later.

Phonak Naida V hearing aidsThen, shortly after the new mattress set had arrived, came the new hearings aids. To put it simply, I never thought hearing aid technology could come so far in just 3 years which is the minimum amount of time between hearing aid upgrades at the VA. Amazing little devices these things are, taking all the sounds that I normally can’t hear even with the hearing aids (everything above 4Khz is completely dead just so you know) and shoving them down into the ranges I can hear. As an ex-sound engineer I can most definitely appreciate the technology behind this although it took me awhile to get used to the way things sounded like.

Considering I’m just about completely deaf without these little buggers you can well imagine what it was like when I first stuck these things in my head. My previous set of highly advanced hearing aids pale in comparison.

And last but hardly least–a new set of teeth. Not all the teeth mind you, just a replacement for several back teeth that I’ve lost over the years especially during those years of taking care of my parents where there’s little time or money to spend on one’s self. I have to say that I was just a little surprised when the my local dentist phoned and informed me that the VA had actually approved an upper partial. Nothing like a set of fee free chompers now is there? It will take a bit to get used to I suppose, like actually remembering to put the suckers in when I get up in the morning, but it is awfully nice to be able to chew my food again rather than just swallowing it whole or at least large chunks.

Oh yeah, that’s right, I forgot–I broke Windows. Then I reloaded it (took 3 days what with all the updates, software and whatnot). I then looked at the damn thing sitting on my display for about a week and thought–screw this. I then proceeded to throw Windows out the…well…window, and loaded up the latest release of Ubuntu. So far I’m pleased as hell. More on this later.

All these new things, despite the fact that they have all been on the ‘greener’ side of the fence, still have me a bit discombobulated. Change often does that I hear…

…and I hear even better these days you know.