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New Pioneer Act, Yuck  J:
My Grandma Kendall (Mom's mom) died this morning. She was almost 90
years old I think. Now I have no grandparents left. All my grandparents
were really cool. I'll always miss them. The last couple times I saw
Grandma Kendall, I'd ask her how she was doing and she'd laugh and say,
"I'm so old!" She died in her sleep, with her son and daughters beside
her.G: Saturday we were invited by Gary Kaplan to a party in Mount Rainier at the home of Bill Jenkins. We'd never met him before, and we were the first to arrive, so Bill was confused but happy to see us. His home is a place for music, instruments were everywhere - around the room, hanging from the walls, filling bins in the basement. More people soon poured in and we enjoyed lots of food prepared by Bill and brought by others. It wasn't long before folks started drumming in one room. After a while almost everyone was adding to the music. Then we were treated to a performance by a professional tabla drum player from Nepal. Bill joined in with his sitar and Gary provided a back drone with an interesting bellowed instrument. It was a lovely performance.  We
left soon after to try to catch the end of another belly dance show,
Starlight Shimmy, at the New Deal Cafe. We came in just as the last
performer was finishing, but several dancers hung around and did some
more impromptu dancing. Audience members joined in, including
myself, if just for a few moments.Afterward we went home and got Booda to bring him to Northway to take a walk with some friends. Dorian, Cathy, Paul, Susan, Rich and Athena all came. We walked down the snowy road and threw snowballs at each other. Booda loved it. On Sunday there was a drum jam at the cafe. We went. We jammed. It was fun. Jenny met us there afterward. We went to a movie with her and Carlos met us there too.  John
had Monday off so we hung around the house. We had dinner at Sabang in
Wheaton with Rizolda and Deb & Eryq. I had this very scary looking
dessert that was supposed to be cold rice with coconut milk but looked
like this:J: I had a dream Monday night. In the dream I was sitting at a table in a big, posh restaurant, mostly red interior with high ceilings and opulent cream tatted drapes on large windows that looked out to darkness. There were four people at my table including myself. One of them, a nice looking woman with an expensive looking dress and hairdo (up in a small, classic hollywood style beehive) was speaking happily about a new packet of constitutional laws that Congress was just about to pass. It was called the New Pioneer Act. The woman was very excited about the impending unveiling of the upcoming act, and she wanted to celebrate by going camping with tents to a national park. Realizing some of the ramifications of the New Pioneer Act involved some discrimination against people of certain sexual orientations, I spoke up, saying, "I'm gay, can I come on your camping trip?" The woman shook her head and said sorry, she didn't think it would be proper. I said that I had lied, that I was not gay. She said I was welcome. I then said, "What if I'm bisexual? Is that OK?" She said yes, she didn't see why I shouldn't be allowed in a park as long as I wasn't homosexual. I said, "that's just stupid." I stood up and got about three steps away from the table before I realized I owed money on the meal. I turned around, took out a bill and dropped it near the woman, told her that her New Pioneer Act was ridiculous, and I walked away. I walked out of the restaurant into a large lobby that looked like a multiplex theater lobby. Across the way my sister Cecily was walking and talking with Mom. Mom, smiling, kicked a large beach ball that was decorated like a soccer ball toward me. It ricocheted off of someone else and bounced into a rough circle of maybe 20 young people (maybe in their twenties), who started batting and kicking it between themselves and laughing. That's all I remember. So please write your congress people and ask them to vote against the New Pioneer Act. Thank you. |
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