I wrote this on Thursday, but didn’t remember to post it before I left town for business travel.

One of the people who showed me that I can make a real, powerful difference in the world was murdered Wednesday, in her home in Washington DC.


Wanda Alston
was the Director for Gay and Lesbian Community Affairs in Washington, DC, and a member of Mayor Williams’ cabinet. She was found, dead, in her home last night. Her partner Stacey found her. Stacey was a friend of mine at the University of Wisconsin Law School.

Shortly after Jill and I had our wedding, we registered as domestic partners in the District of Columbia, and we refinanced the house I’d bought a year earlier. We asked to have Jill’s name added to the deed, just in case something happened to me.

We learned that in DC, you can add a "husband, wife, parent, or child’s" name to a property deed for no cost, but to make any other change is considered a "transfer of deed" and is subject to a fee of 1.5% of the value of the property.

I was shocked that a city as progressive and fair-minded as Washington DC would treat domestic partners differently from heterosexual married couples. In fact, I was so surprised that I honestly believed the lawyer had his facts wrong.

The next day I got online and called my City Council representative’s office, the tax assessor’s office, and Wanda Alston’s office. I was persuaded that the lawyer had his facts right, AND Wanda invited me to a meeting of the Mayor’s gay and lesbian community advisory board the next evening.

I told my story to the Mayor and his staff, and they informed me that they agreed it was unfair, and would introduce legislation to change that. Two or three months later, I was invited to testify before a DC City Council hearing on the subject. A few weeks later, the law was changed.

That first meeting stands out so powerfully in my memory for a few reasons. First, I felt completely at home. I walked into the meeting and saw Stacey, who I had always liked in law school. Marina Colby, another law school friend, spoke at the same meeting about Attorney General Ashcroft’s decision to prohibit the Department of Justice’s gay and lesbian employee group from having their annual awards ceremony on DOJ property.

But even more than how at home I felt, I remember how open Wanda and the Mayor were. It felt almost like they had been waiting for someone to ask the city to fix this injustice, and since I was asking, they were happy to fix it.

Wanda, thank you for your stand for the gay and lesbian community, thank you for working with me and letting me make a difference for gay and lesbian families in Washington DC, and thank you for being a powerful and loving partner to Stacey.

You will be sorely, sorely missed.

I absolutely love this book.

I bought it on CD to listen to during my drive from Reston to Atlanta, and I loved it then. Yesterday, I listened to it as I unpacked everything we own — ok, I didn’t actually unpack everything, but I started — and I love it even more.

First, Sarah Vowell’s pieces on public radio’s This American Life are always dryly funny, and this is the concentrated essence of that wit and humor.

My FAVORITE parts were:

  • On the second CD, in an essay on the New German Cinema, Vowell talks about how she was such a young fogey, she actually became less mature as she got older, and how in her mid-20s, she discovered fun. Ring any bells???????
  • Several essays discuss being a nerd, nerds in the media (Hello, Willow & Giles!) and one advises Al Gore on how to use his nerdy characteristics more effectively, by being self-deprecating.
  • Vowell’s take on being a patriotic American while disagreeing with many policies of the US government and the President were inspiring. Her essay on media and teenagers in New Hampshire during the 2000 campaign was written the way I wish I wrote. Her letter to Congressman Mike Synar was so sweet and moving — I hope new Members of Congress read it and it inspires them to treat young people with respect and care.

I wish the CD had a table of contents and essay titles. I’d like to be able to read some of these, instead of just listening to them. But the content is fabulous, and I expect I’ll listen to pieces of it again.

I wish I knew which political discussion listservs Vowell participates in — I’d like to join in those discussions.

I’ve picked up this book and not bought it at least a dozen times, but last Thursday, I had 5 minutes in a used bookstore. I had to get enough books to get me through yesterday when all our stuff arrived. So I bought it.

I like Stephenson’s writing style and his sense of humor. This isn’t as rich and complex as the System of the World series or Cryptonomicon, but it does play with multiple, interwoven storylines that link history and the present in interesting ways. My biggest disappointment was that I felt the ending was abrupt and not up to the standard of the rest of the book.

Legal recognition of same-sex marriage took a major step forward in California today!

The San Francisco County court held that, "no rational purpose exists for limiting marriage in this state to opposite-sex partners." Go Judge Kramer!

Of course, this is only the trial court decision. It will certainly be appealed, but every win helps make equality real.

As soon as I wrote "go Judge Kramer," I got worried and sad.

Last Friday, a trial judge, a court reporter, and a sheriff’s deputy were killed in the Atlanta courthouse. A number of other people were seriously injured, all by a man who was standing trial for the violent rape of his ex-girlfriend. He killed another man, an agent for US Customs, and held a young widow hostage in her apartment. Eventually, he let her go and she called the police, who took him into custody again.

I called my parents and told them I was glad Dad isn’t a trial judge any more, and that I was glad Mom is an appellate judge who will have little contact with people convicted of violent crimes.

This weekend, I started a class called the Wisdom Course. The name put me off for quite some time, but in January I had a couple of serious conversations about what people get out of it, and decided that it probably was the right fit for me at this point in my life. It’s about bringing fun, play, and ease into your life, and also includes a lot of "health and well being" material, and creativity. I’m up for all of that!

Saturday night, we had a class community & social event, which included dancing. There were some technical difficulties with the music, and to my surprise, I wound up leading about 75 people in singing and dancing the Hokey Pokey!!! It was great. I also had a wonderful high-speed, full-of-spins waltz, and taught a charming young man (age ~9) how to lead.

Yesterday night, I went to a giant schmoozefest and it was great.

CDT packed the place in honor of their 10 year anniversary. Senator Leahy, Congressman Goodlatte, and FTC Chair Deborah Platt-Majoras all spoke. Nearly everyone paid tribute to Ron Plesser, including the announcement of a public-private attorney fellowship being created in his name at CDT. What I most remember Ron for is the help that he and Leslie and others gave to my Mom when she was on the short list for a possible appointment to the 7th Circuit — ah the power of the former chairs of the ABA Individual Rights & Responsibilities Section. ;-)

I ran into a lot of old friends — many of my wonderful former CDT colleagues, the whole gang from the Internet Education Foundation, Jim Halpert (my first boss, back when I was a summer intern at PFAW), Leslie Harris (who was Jim’s boss back then), Jen Jacobsen, Elizabeth Frazee, John Podesta (I also saw Mark Agrast, but he was too far away and I didn’t see him again), David Eisner, Marv Johnson, Danny Weitzner. Somehow I’d missed the announcement that Jon Leibowitz was now an FTC Commissioner — and has been for almost a year. I didn’t see Paula Bruening or Aleck Johnson, or anyone from the ALA, which was sad, but it was SO crowded it’s not much of a surprise. But I wish I had — Paula and Aleck were the people I was most excited to see.

Here’s the whining part: Somehow, yesterday afternoon, I did something Bad to my back. It happened when I stood up, turned, and tripped over my bag, while talking to Walter, one of the movers. My lower back, which was cranky from my having been sleeping on the floor, is now pissed off and not going to take it any more.

I’ve been trying to be nice to it and taking painkillers, but I think I’m going to have to go to the doctor’s when I get back to Atlanta.

This was so the wrong book for me.

If you are a big Neil Gaiman fan, or a big fan of any of his collaborators in the graphic novel/comic book world, you will probably love this book.

I am merely a member of the cult of personality that revolves around Neil Gaiman, as opposed to a Fan.

Here’s what happened: Back in 1999 or 2000, I went to a meeting of a bunch of people who were involved in challenging the Virginia mandatory library Internet filtering law. The group included People for the American Way, some pro bono attorneys, the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, and the American Library Association. I was there for CDT . I can’t remember if Bob Corn-Revere was there with us or not, but it seems like he should have been.

The guys from CBLDF were having a fundraiser in DC that evening, and they brought their guest of honor, Neil Gaiman, to this meeting.

Poor guy. None of us had a clue who he was, and he was FAR and again the most charismatic person in the room.

But the CBLDF guys offered everyone free tickets to the fundraiser that evening, and I went. Gaiman is a GREAT reader, and I really enjoyed the work. The only problem was it was far away from where I lived, and I didn’t have a car, so I was metro-dependent. I had to leave well before it was over.

Since then, I’ve read a couple of the Sandman books, and most of Gaiman’s novels and children’s books. Like the novels, LOVED Coraline. But I’m just not a comic girl.

And Hanging Out with the Dream King is really a book for the comic fans. The more hardcore, the better.

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