Isonomy.

There is hatred that I see every day on the television that has me wanting to punch many people in their faces. These adverts are trying to say that it's wrong. That certain people shouldn't be allowed to do the same things as others. The only image this brings to mind is the racial discrimination of the late fifties and early sixties, when students had to be escorted by federal troops into schools, restaurants didn't serve "their kind", and one woman, tired of being treated unfairly, refused to give up her seat on a city bus.

I had always thought of California as a relatively tolerant state. Every race and religion, so it would seem, are welcomed here. "Medicinal" cards are given out for those who "need" that drug that so many other states would arrest you for if you had it in your possession. People generally seem to let everyone else live the way they want to live without making them feel that they can't be themselves. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I just never saw this other side of California until these commercials began airing recently.

I now get angry every time one of these ads comes on my TV. And it makes me angrier that they're even there to make me angry in the first place. I made up my mind the moment I heard about this proposition months ago. I feel that, for one thing, there are far too many more important things going on in our nation, let alone the world, to be so worried about people falling in love. And, more importantly, we are all human beings. We all deserve the same rights. And we all should, at least, be able to declare our love to our significant others in a ceremony, in front of our friends and families, and have it be accepted and recognized by everyone, no matter who we are or how we live our lives.

I realize that so much of this has to do with religion. And I understand that certain religions don't believe it possible for two people of the same sex to ever truly be in love. I know there are even some out there who are against inter-racial relationships. But who is anyone to say that two people who are deeply in love can't make that ultimate promise to each other? That they simply cannot be together the way everyone else gets to because of who they are? If that's how things are going to be, then we might as well try to outlaw any marriage that isn't between a man and a woman who are of the same ethnicity and religious background, and make it illegal to get married anywhere other than a place of worship.

I, myself, am heterosexual. I have a few friends who are not. I don't know if any of them would like to be married someday, but I would be truly saddened if these outrageous beliefs out there were to prohibit them from that right. It sickens me to see that there is still this much intolerance and prejudice when we, as a nation, have made so much effort over the years to give equal rights to all races and religions and sexes. Why is it so hard to accept someones sexual orientation when we have come this far? No one knows how love works, yet there are those who think that we can put limits on it? To me, that is simply ridiculous. It is times such as these that I almost feel ashamed to be human.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog...

Everyone is changing.

Friends who I thought would never be married so soon are now wed.
Friends who I thought would be together forever with their significant others are now apart.
We're all getting older. The years keep passing us by. But there always seems to be one thing that never changes in my life, year after year: the affect that a good, thick tule fog in the middle of the night has on me.

Everything is different in the fog. Sounds seem to come from everywhere, with no way to pinpoint their origins, as you can't see further than a tenth of a mile at most. Light is transformed into thick, misty beams, streaking through tree branches and between telephone wires. The air smells dense and fresh, cleared of any possible dustiness that may have been there hours before.

I love nights like this. I always feel calm and collected. I feel like I can finally get my thoughts straight when I'm in the fog, which completely contradicts the old saying. But this thick mistiness in the air makes me happy. To me, anything seems possible in the fog. Almost as if not being able to see what's right in front of you helps you to see everything in a completely new way. I don't think I could ever completely explain why I love it so much, but just know, that whenever the fog rolls in as it's done tonight, I'm more than likely collecting my thoughts and making progress in whatever it is I may be trying to accomplish at that time.