cammeh: (Dick Tim and Bat!Totoro || wheee!)

This makes me so happy I want to dance in the streets. .../PROCEEDS TO DANCE IN THE STREETS. And the actual ruling, unnnf, so intelligent and fair and sensible, it's just as satisfying as reading through the rationale for the Kitzmiller et al. v. Dover ruling when the judge gave Intelligent Design and the people trying to weasel it into classrooms as 'science' a thorough kicking in the rear end. 8D

Shall I quote bits of it?? YES, I THINK I SHALL. /snags shamelessly from here.

Judge Vaughn R. Walker's conclusion, page 135:

"Proposition 8 fails to advance any rational basis in  singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license. Indeed, the evidence shows Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California Constitution the notion that opposite sex couples are superior to same-sex couples. Because California has no interest in discriminating against gay men and lesbians, and because Proposition 8 prevents California from fulfilling its constitutional obligation to provide marriages on an equal basis, the court concludes that Proposition 8 is unconstitutional.

On the overturning of Proposition 8, page 136:

"Plaintiffs have demonstrated by overwhelming evidence that Proposition 8 violates their due process and equal protection rights and that they will continue to suffer these constitutional violations until state officials cease enforcement of Proposition 8. California is able to issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples, as it has already issued 18,000 marriage licenses to same sex couples and has not suffered any demonstrated harm as a result ...

"Because Proposition 8 is unconstitutional under both the Due Process and Equal Protection Clauses, the court orders entry of judgment permanently ... prohibiting the official defendants [state of California] from applying or enforcing Proposition 8..."

On why voters are not able to ban gay marriage in California, page 24: [Updated, 2:51 p.m.]

"Conjecture, speculation and fears are not enough. Still less will the moral disapprobation of a group or class of citizens suffice, no matter how large the majority that shares that view. The evidence demonstrated beyond serious reckoning that Proposition 8 finds support only in such disapproval. As such, Proposition 8 is beyond the constitutional reach of the voters or their representatives."

SWEET LADY JUSTICE, COME HERE, LET ME CUDDLE AND SMOOCH YOU, MWAHAHAHAHA. *pant, pant...smoothing hair and attempting to sound like a level-headed and rational human being again.* Eh-hem... >.> Have some more highlights here, and the above link also includes some beautiful smackdown of the one witness Prop 8 proponents brought out to to 'testify' that children raised by their married & biological parents do better than children raised by...anyone else, which is such BS that it boggles my mind. Take a ride on the clue train, people, and learn some more about developmental psychology, this is such a non-issue in the field.

I know that opponents of this ruling are already planning an appeal and that it will doubtless go all the way to the Supreme Court, and that this is a first world problem etc etc etc., but I am NOT letting any of that harsh my mood from this news. HURRAY FOR AMERICA NOT SUCKING TODAY!!! \o/!!!!

(On this specific issue, anyway. >.> Eh-hem.)


ETA: Oh, oh, I just found this other tidbit, which is one of the most important parts of the whole ruling, in my opinion, and also a proper rebuttal to all of the opponents of this decision who keep making righteously disappointed noises about this judge overturning 'the will of over 7 million Californians who made a decision in a free and fair democratic process'. (HAH.)

The fact that Prop 8 passed as a voter initiative is irrelevant because "fundamental rights may not be submitted to [a] vote; they depend on the outcome of no elections." Yessss. Honestly, people. If, purely hypothetically, all of those 7 million Californians had joined the rest in voting against Prop 8, would its proponents be acknowledging this same argument now? No, because it wouldn't suit their goals. All of their 'bawww'ing about democratic process, it's ridiculous and I can't respect it. It'd be nice if we'd democratically elected to legalize gay marriage (and a survey shows that if the same vote had happened today, 51% of Californians would vote to do so!), it would show we had good sense, but it's not necessary in order to affirm people's basic rights.
cammeh: (i win)
"The definition of insanity is continuing to do the same thing over and over, and then expecting different results." (Commonly attributed to Albert Einstein.)

So despite buying and losing copies of this ring:

wave ring

twice over the past four years, I bought it yet again today. And I will not lose it this time, dagnabbit! B|  Third time's the charm, right?? ...It's the only ring that I've ever bought and worn consistently, and I keep gravitating back to it, even though there are bajillions of other ring designs. The guy in the ring shop today said that it's called the 'wave ring' and that the pattern symbolizes life's ups and downs, which tickles me, but the guy was also going on about how he gave some credence to numerology, so I take his words with a grain of salt.

...I think I'll just never take it off until someone pries it off my cold, dead finger sometime in the far distant future. Yes, yes, that's clearly the way to go about it. ...No, I'm not doing the crazy eyes, what are you talking about.

cammeh: (AGH OH NO Shanks)
F-fuuuuuuuck. *clutches heart weakly* DON'T DO THAT TO ME, LIFE, JESUS CHRIST.

Okay, Cam, breathe, breathe, crisis averted.

So. After a few days of a truly atrocious sleep schedule (ie the 'sleep' part of the phrase is a lie) as I raced to get all of my papers done before their deadlines, I had a wonderful time last night at the Senior Dinner, which I hadn't even been planning to attend but my friend popped her head in at the last moment and dragged me out (THANK YOU, FRIEND).

They really went all-out on the event—the Quad was all done-up, and it's beautiful enough on a normal day, so the ambiance was lovely, and it was well-organized and catered and the food was incredible and I indulged a little and had a glass of wine (>.> alcohol of any kind and I are not usually on speaking terms) but the hot chocolate was even better and saying goodbye to all of my friends was so nostalgic and everyone was all dressed up and gorgeous and we danced our hearts out for hours, which was fun and exhausting, and just knowing that it was all over and done and wheeeee such a change from 12 hours earlier when life was made of PAPERS and HELL and ARGH. Such a relief.

And so I woke up at 4 PM today (June 11) and went down the Bookstore to get my cap and gown and grabbed sandwiches at Subway since the dining halls are all closed, and got back at around 4:30 and went about packing a little. And then, at around 5 PM, I finally checked my email and there is a message from the University Registrar that my Graduation Status is Denied, (reason not given), and that if 'the matter is not resolved' by going to the Student Services Center by 4 PM today (June 11), I will need to apply to graduate for a future quarter.




What? What?! WHAT?!






I KNOW!!! I will commit seppuku to regain my honor!! IT IS THE ONLY WAY, kjkdlsfjkdas

Needless to say, there was panic of the first order and frantic emailing and phone-calling of L, the student services administrator for my department, which of course she didn't answer because it was past time when everything was already closed and everyone gone home, fuckity-fuck-fuck, but I had to do something so I biked the two minutes down to the department office on the random, desperate hope that there would still be someone around that I could talk to, and obviously L wasn't in her office, but then I looked into one of the rooms, and holy fucking crap, there she was on the sofa, putting diplomas into their little covers!! *cue knocking like a madwoman*

And like an angel of mercy, or someone who has had this job for a good long while and has therefore had to deal with student crisis after student crisis and is well used to it by now, she explained to a trembling and I'm sure wild-about-the-eyes me that one of my professors had turned in the grade for a course I needed in order to graduate a full 24 hours late (I assume because he forgot I was a graduating senior and therefore my grades need to be in almost a week earlier than everyone else's, or he just mistook the date, because I'm on great terms with that prof and got all of my work in). So she, L, had had to turn in the list of approved seniors without my name on it, with approval contingent upon that grade being turned in later. And that grade had come in today (after the panic-inducing email had already been sent, obviously), and she'd cleared it up, and I should be fine.




I am still a little shaky, but I've kind of been haunted by the irrational feeling that something like this would come up sometime during the process of graduating—because of course nothing can be easy, gawd, what a ridiculous notion.

In any case, as I said earlier, CRISIS AVERTED. I think I will have myself a little lie-down in order to get my blood pressure back in order before I keep packing. Jesus.
cammeh: (dork)

House Passes 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' Repeal Amendment, Senate Bill Advances

234-194 is still far too close, but I'll take it. I liked the speech given by the House Democratic Majority Leader Steny Hoyer (embedded in the link above); he hit on most of the good stuff, and he hit it hard. Wish I'd been able to catch the actual broadcast last week—I'll probably be wasting some time today that should be spent on essays looking up more speeches. Probably even speeches by the opponents, if only to piss myself off at their illogic, hypocrisy, and blatant denial of the basic human rights that this country is supposed to hold sacred. All of the parallels in rhetoric to the advocates of racial segregation in the military during the Civil Rights movement, god, it's like these people are copy-pasting, and it just doesn't hold water. Didn't then, doesn't now.

The majority of the American public, the majority of those currently serving the military, and a good number of former and current military leaders support the repeal, so I'm...cautiously hopeful? -__- With numbers like that it should be in the friggin' bag, but, y'know. Things happen. Grrrr.

Anyway. There's still a long ways to go—through the Senate and the inevitable filibuster attempt by Senate Republicans, and even if it passes there the repeal's success is still contingent upon the results of the Pentagon's study on its possible impact, including input from troops in the actual armed forces. And then the President, the Secretary of Defense, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff have to certify that repealing DADT won’t have negative effects on the military’s fighting readiness. (Which...-__- it still boggles my mind why anyone thinks it would.)

Bearing all of that in mind...oh please, please, please, please.

We fell down on Prop 8 in California—hence the 'grrrrr'—and that still stings like hell (also I just found out that one of my best friends here at college voted for that. :| What the actual hell, Friend A), so I know it's far from a sure thing and I'm wary of getting overly excited about this too soon—but it's so hard not to! Quoting an observation by [ profile] elspethdixon, "The three cornerstones of citizenship are voting, civil marriage, and military service (I know, because the Reconstruction-era political posters in my grad school advisor's office told me so). Now we're halfway to having two out of three."

We should have all of them—like, yesterday—but it's progress.
cammeh: (headsmack)
Goddammit, Maine. Not you, too! You're in New England, ffs!

God, I had such high hopes since it was passed by the legislature and a Catholic governor...Why is my country just slightly more than halfway filled with bigots who want to stick their nose in everyone else's business and champion inequality and stomp on love?


...Still think we're going to get over this eventually, everywhere. Just have to look at the trends and outlook of the young generations to see how it's going to be in the future. But that's too far away, dammit, people should stop being stupid now. (massive tantrum of heartbreak and reaction to injustice)


Jun. 9th, 2009 01:25 pm
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I passed my belt test!! Passed, passed, passed, wheeeeee! On to advanced yellow!! (dance, dance, dance)

OK, now back to finals. (dives into a pile of textbooks)

cammeh: (Default)
Holy crap, the test for advanced-yellow-belt (Taekwondo Club) is way harder than the one to move up to yellow belt! Man, I'm going to be feeling it for days. And I know I did so many things wrong! Allow me to elaborate at great length ALSK;SKJD.

I'm still way too inflexible so I have trouble turning my hip over completely to get a properly formed round kick; especially embarrassing when I'm instructed to do a high roundkick to the face and it still ends up being belt level. (Injuries over the past months which have further damaged my flexibility have not helped.) I'm way out of shape so I was dying 5-10 minutes into the test, (unlike normal class, which has natural little breaks for instruction, etc., the test is just GO - GO - GO) and it affected everything onward from the attacking demonstration. Speaking of, I need to whinge about that for a second.

ARGH I was totally crap and unimaginative during the attacking and counterattacking demos, way too much roundkick and fastkick, too many single moves, kept forgetting to include combos and slides and steps and checks, too tentative with ax-kick because I was sure I would hit my blackbelt partner in the unprotected face, (HAH like I can even get my freaking leg up that high, silly me!), my back-kick was gawky and kept glancing off my partner's chest-protector, waaaahhhhhh (WHINGE WHINGE WHINGE).

Oh, and I just had to fall on my ass (OK more like my side) for the first time ever during the belt test. I was moving forward with one leg coming up for a round kick, and my back leg kind of just - followed and slipped and BAM; I'm glad the floors are so padded and I hopped right up but oh my god so embarrassing! I could just imagine the blackbelts thinking, fwahaha, n00b. Not that they would, because they're pretty awesome and supportive, but urrrgh.

And the sparring portion, oh Christ, I should just skip it, I've already unloaded too much of my self-pity. BUT NO, I WILL TYPE ON. Definitely need more practice at sparring (total understatement). It was completely obvious how amateur we were when it was two yellowbelts sparring each other because we kept running into each other and the people behind us in the course of attacking too vigorously and not knowing how to back off when we got too close together or close the distance when we were too far apart. Also, by that time I was so tired that I sometimes couldn't muster the energy to move as I should. It would be like, "Oh, there is her leg coming, it is lifting, I see it, hm, now is the point at which I should be sliding or stepping back out of range - " and then it would hit me in the side and I would attempt a feeble counterkick.

Sighhhhhh. At least I'm good at the kiap (Spirit Yell, like when you think of "HIYAH!" except mine is more just "HAH!"). (sulk, sulk, sulk.)

OK, so I'm sure I did plenty of things just fine, and I was trying my best, so they're obviously not going to laugh me out of the club with a big FAIL stamped on my forehead, but I'm not sure I'll actually pass on to advanced yellow, which is a bit depressing. I'll know in a week or so, I think.

After being beat up at my own test, though, it was kind of fun, commiserating (moaning about how much we sucked) with the other yellow-belt girls -  found out that one of the girls is actually all of 14 years old (0_0) and the other is getting married this summer; she's a doctoral student, I think - and watching the higher belts test, which was much more impressive and hardcore than our test. It was fun cheering on this really nice middle-aged redbelt (only red who was testing); poor man was so exhausted by the time he got to the sparring demonstration, which is even more intense than the rest of it (he had to spar with three different blackbelts in a row, OMG! With them actually trying instead of just being like test-dummies like they were for us!) I felt stupid for feeling so tired myself. One poor blackbelt who was partnering in a sparring test got kicked in the neck and then the crotch/groin area by a slightly overenthusiastic and control-needing advanced-yellow guy, and went down, which was not, actually, funny to watch.

Ack, I'm not really still as upset as I probably sound, it's just kind of embarrassing and frustrating to think about it all again, haha.
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God-dammit, California. Being ashamed of my state is a relatively new and quite uncomfortable feeling. I was hoping to be rid of it, thanks a lot.

I mean, I'm not that surprised, given that the argument by gay rights activists seems to have been that "the ban revised the California Constitution's equal protection clause to such a dramatic degree that it first needed the Legislature's approval." Since the Court was going was judging based on the constitutionality of this claim, I can see how it isn't all that strong.

But why was this the main argument to begin with? I mean, I haven't been following the post-Prop 8 scene as well as I should have been, but aren't there other, more compelling legal (and moral!) reasons why this ban is fucking terrible idea?

(siiiiiiggh) Well, at the very least those couples already married won't get broken up, and now the fight is already begun for a ballot measure for marriage equality in 2010.

Passing around THIS Fearless video on behalf of the Courage Campaign for marriage equality. I'm sure many people have seen it already.
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You know, I really kind of hate maze dreams. Especially the "trying to sneak to the bottom of an incomprehensible, labyrinthine dungeon while panic-stricken and desperately trying to evade the monsters and guards that lurk around every corner, and then sneak out again" kind of maze dream. Especially when it derails and leaves behind the dark, plotty, awesome dream it grew out of, where a disembodied, shadowy evil had been subconsciously influencing people against each other in a school for teens with superpowers, and the Principal/Headmaster had just been possessed and secretly murdered a student, and the protagonist is just starting to share her fears and suspicions with her confidants.



[Does not have appropriate icon to express frustration, grrr!...Expresses instead with moodtheme.]


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