prop 8

i'm nervous about prop 8. i think a lot of us are. there's a momentum in the air like the fog, with that same mysterious ebb and flow. i lull into not thinking about it, which is probably the worst, because those bigots out there are spending so much time and money thinking about it.

sure, i could say i don't ever envision myself getting married or that marriage doesn't mean the same thing to someone like me as it does to all those straight people undertaking that commitment, but who am i to presume to know what marriage means to any two people at any one point in time? maybe one day i'll wanna get married. maybe i'll decide instead i'd rather have some rad commitment ceremony in an exotic locale. maybe as we keep living our lives and acquiring kids and moving into your neighborhoods, they'll see we're not a threat.

it's easy to get comfortable with a lot of things (like compost, my fave) here in sf. it's easy to presume that everyone, but everyone, is comfortable with who you are. it's easy to think that the hard work is over. in a week i suppose we'll find out. how far we've come/how far we have yet to go. i hope for the best. really, i do.

Making dinner tonight for some friends. I haven't cooked dinner in a couple of weeks and by that I mean something more elaborate than eggs and toast and more than a takeout meal eaten at an odd hour. I've been paging through the wonderful small mezze dishes in Claudia Roden's Arabesque and found a couple to try out...I'll be substituting squash for potato in the potato-tomato pancakes since we've got a squash st home. I'm also making up some goat cheese-black olive boreks, and if I've got the time am planning to make some apple-rosemary caramel ones with the extra phyllo, since we've still got a lot of apples. At the moment I'm in Peet's drinking Earl Grey Lavender tea and working on some writing, since my original plan to go writing in Hayes Valley got derailed by the bulge of library books in my bag. I'm in the middle of a lot of things right now, or at least it feels that way. I'd like to get back to blogging semi regularly, it's just that things have been hectic as usual. I believe we're also having bread pudding which I'm not making...for once I'm making dinner and not dessert. I'm finished procrastinatic. Back to writing.

review

Review of Judith Jones' The Tenth Muse up here