A rallying cry... unheard?

A bulletin posting I put up on MySpace which garnered... zero responses from my friends whom like me, are probably quite weary of ANY Bulletin postings considering most are aimless surveys questioning your preference in beverages or favorite color of crayons. Nontheless, I was quite proud in that moment and of this posting-

Dear friends,

Rarely do I find myself as worked up as I have been over the past few months during the heated election season. Yes Obama will be President Obama much to the elation and relief of us all, but the happiness felt... incomplete. The rights of many of our friends and loved ones here in California were taken away. Their basic right to pursue happiness has been taken away. It's wrong, it's hurtful, it's incomprehensible and it's intolerable. Prop 8 to many was a theory, an idea, something intangible, and therefore impersonal. It didn't matter, because it didn't matter to them. Or it mattered to them for ALL THE WRONG REASONS.

I'm glad to feel this way, to have this passion for a cause, for a cause that's finally not about me. It's for MANY someone else's happiness. I want my friends to know that in their time of need, I'll be there to help them fight the fight, to help them make their presence felt and their voices heard. I'm going to join thousands of others in the streets of Los Angeles... and I hope I'll see you there.

For more info: http://protest8la. wordpress. com/about/

Peace, Love, Happiness & Equality to All -

Frances

"Straight, not narrow"

Let there be words... and there was.

I'd like to be a writer. Or an editor. Or a commentator.

I am however, technologically retarded which leaves me ill-prepared to compete in the job market for a job title that now requires, certain technical savvy - which I have none of. All I have are words, which ebb and flow as smoothly as... the stretch of the Los Angeles River which passes through the City of Industry where I work. It does not ebb nor does it flow. It trickles during the rainy season and while it tries mightily to become a river, it never quite resembles a river.

An introduction to me as writer - while I recognize that I have a certain panache with words, I have read 'enough' in my life to understand my limitations and to remain a humble learner and admirer of the English language. I will attempt to enthrall, amuse, or even impress you... but first I have to figure out how to use this thing.

Bon appetit.