I Would Like You To Do Me A Personal Favor

I’m gay. To anyone who has met me and heard me open my mouth, this should not come as a shock, or even a faint surprise. The only ways in which I am not a walking lesbian stereotype are that a) I do not have a faux-hawk and b) I am comically terrible at softball (damn you, depth perception!).

Gay people are a minority. We make up between 3-10% of the population, depending on who’s counting and what amount of homosexual activity they’re counting as gay.

Because we are a small minority, we need all the help we can get in fighting for our rights. And that’s why I need your help. You, friend of mine. You, random stranger who has stumbled across this blog post.

I need you to help me out by voting in favor of marriage equality.

Without your help, I will not be able to legally marry the person of my choice. Without your help, any relationship I enter with a woman will continue to be viewed as inherently inferior by the government, and any non-government entity which must adhere to government regulations.

Without your help, the drive for marriage equality will go nowhere.

I’m often asked when discussing this issue, “Why is the word marriage so important? Why do you care so much about marriage, anyway?” I’ll try to answer these questions, in reverse order.

Why do you care so much about marriage, anyway?

This question is generally followed up with “Aren’t you single?” (or, if you are one of my assorted parental units, “Don’t you have a girlfriend yet?”). I am indeed still single, but I’ve watched marriage affect every single one of my friends.

I’m 31, so I’ve been to what feels like a bazillion weddings in the last few years. Mostly straight weddings, but a few gay ones sprinkled liberally about.

At every wedding I have attended, no matter the participants, or the religion (or lack thereof), or the location, the key moment came when two people have stood up in front of their friends and family, and pledged to spend their lives together.

That, at its core, is what marriage is about to me. When I find someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, I want to do that. And I want to have every right and responsibility that comes with it.

Why is the word marriage so important?

In the United States, there are two institutions of marriage. The first is Religious marriage, and it is defined differently by every religion. The second is Civil marriage, and it is recognized very similarly throughout the states and by the federal government.

Many churches and synagogues would have denied my parents the ability to marry in their confines because my father is Jewish and my mother is Catholic. But their Civil marriage was still recognized, for the seventeen years it lasted, by all 50 states and the District of Columbia.

Civil unions are a step in the right direction. Unfortunately, they are only a step.

There are still hundreds of rights and responsibilities that are automatically afforded to married couples that couples who are in a civil union or domestic partnership must, at best, fill out mountains of paperwork and pay thousands of dollars in legal fees to achieve. At worst, these rights and responsibilities are still completely denied.

“This is my husband” or “This is my wife” are clear and unambiguous statements about your relationship to another person. You can make them whether you’re married or not. The difference is whether the state and any entity within that state has to respect those statements.

If you don’t have legal acknowledgement from the state and other entities that your relationship exists, the following horror stories become possible, just to name a few:

  • Brittany Leon and Terri-Ann Simonelli’s terrible experience with a Nevada hospital that flagrantly ignored Nevada law which should have entitled Simonelli to see Leon through a miscarriage, but instead found her barred from her partner’s room. And to add insult to injury, the hospital was only too happy to take the insurance that Simonelli provided. Gots to get paid, yo!
  • Laurel Hester had to spend her dying months fighting with the Freeholders of Ocean County, NJ to leave her pension, earned in 24 years as a cop, to her partner, Stacie Andree. If they had been married, there would have been zero question as to Andree’s entitlment to Hester’s benefits, but as a registered domestic partner, they still had to get a special exception from the Freeholders, who refused to grant such an exception until a media shitstorm descended upon them.

If there was a magical way to have gay marriage have a different name and still have it actually grant equal rights, I might be okay with that. The problem is that in the real world, as these stories show, when you call something by a different name, it becomes a different thing altogether.

That’s why the word marriage matters.

Get to the point. What is the favor you want?

Like I said: Gays are a small minority. We cannot defend our rights when they are placed on a the ballot without a hell of a lot of help. And that means that I need to ask you for a favor.

The votes that I ask you, as a personal favor to me in order to protect my rights, to make are in bold:

  • In Minnesota, a constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage. Gay marriage is currently prohibited by law in Minnesota, but this law would put the ban in place at a State-Constitutional level to prevent the Minnesota State Supreme Court from overturning the existing law as unconstitutional. Even if you actually disagree with me about gay marriage, there are very good reasons not to enshrine that disagreement in the State Constitution, laid out here by one of its authors. Please vote No to prevent amending the Minnesota State Constitution in this manner.
  • In Washington State, Referendum 74 and in Maryland, Question 6. These referenda would overturn laws in each state that were passed by the State Legislature and signed by the Governor legalizing gay marriage. Please vote Yes in Washington and  No in Maryland to keep gay marriage legal in each of these states.
  • In Maine, Question 1. This would overturn an existing ban on gay marriage that narrowly passed by referendum in 2009.  Please vote Yes to make gay marriage legal in Maine.
One Last Thing.

I will ask one final favor. If, after taking the time to read all this, you are still not in favor of gay marriage, I ask that you contact me, particularly if you know me, but even if you don’t. I want to talk through your reasoning with you. I want to challenge you to think about what it is that drives your opposition to gay marriage.

And know this: You will not lose me as a friend for not being in favor of gay marriage.

You will only lose me as a friend if you don’t wish to have a civil discussion about it. I can’t promise to take the emotion out of it entirely – if you’ve read this far, you can tell this is something I care about deeply.

What would make me not want to be friends with you is refusing to reconsider or defend your position. I still consider myself to be friends with plenty of people who hold positions I very deeply disagree with.

But if you would prefer not to think too hard about it? If you would rather stick with your position because it’s the only one you know rather than consider that I might have a point? Then. That’s when I’m out.

Thank you for reading.

And should you choose to do so, thank you very much for voting in favor of marriage equality. I owe you one.

I’m Coming Home Via Chicago


Thanks to my friend Mark for showing me this awesome Wilco cover. Unlike the original, this works really well for good news.

I’ve been looking for a job in San Francisco very hard for the last couple months since I got up here. I’ve had nibbles, I’ve had bites.

And then, I had the events of the last week.

A few weeks ago, I’d applied for what sounded like a really ideal job at The Nerdery, a great, developer-driven, Minnesota-based company that’s aggressively expanding its Chicago office. Their website did an excellent job of making it sound like an absolutely ideal place to work. I had a first interview that I thought went very well, and I turned in a code sample I was pretty happy with.

I hadn’t heard from them before I left for Chicago, so I was a little disappointed, because the idea of moving back to Chicago to take such a great job had just seemed so perfect. I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted to move back until I was presented with the realistic possibility of doing so.

And then, after I dropped a check-in email to HR on Sunday, the chaos began.

I had my second interview with the Nerdery Monday morning, and loved it. They told me everything I wanted to hear, including that this page of raves from their employees was, in the experience of my interviewers, true. I left very, very excited about that prospect.

Apparently, that excitement set off some sort of alarm that only HR people can hear, because by the time Tuesday afternoon rolled around, I had booked three interviews with SF companies, had two, gotten a second rounder with one of those two and pulled a code sample out of my ass for that one, too.

Between the interviews, conversations with friends and family, and assorted negotiations I’ve done over the last few days (and maybe some yelling at the terrible Northwestern secondary Saturday night), my voice is completely shot. I slept about 10 hours out of 72.

Then the Nerdery’s offer hit my inbox.

I am very happy to announce that this morning I accepted a position as an Interactive Developer with the Nerdery’s Chicago office. I’ll be starting the week after Thanksgiving (when I’ll have to do a week of orientation at HQ in Minnesota).

I’ll be sad to leave San Francisco – This town has been exceptionally good to me in my short time here, and I’ve very much enjoyed my time in the city. I’m so glad I moved up here, even if it was for a short time, because it accelerated my learning in a way that I don’t believe would have been possible if I’d stayed in LA.

Moving up here absolutely put me in the mind frame and gave me the impetus to bring up my skill set far and fast enough that I was able to get this job, and for that, I can never thank San Francisco enough.

But Chicago is home. I may have grown up in DC, but I have never felt as home anywhere as I have in Chicago. The fact that I am jumping for joy to move there in the goddamn dead of winter after 8 years in California probably says something about how much I missed the place.

[By the way, Chicago folk: I will preemptively warn you that I will be whining about the cold this year. Next year, I'll have my tolerance for the cold back and I'll shut the fuck up, but please, spot me a winter.]

The logistics of all this are kind of nuts. The current plan is to leave SF on November 12, with my car towing a trailer full of my crap minus about 90% of my furniture, and my dad (who VERY generously offered to help with the driving so long as I didn’t make him miss his 75th birthday party, a concession I thought was entirely fair) and Chaplin keeping me company in the car.

We’re shooting to arrive in Chicago on November 16th, though that will change if the weather gets bad along the drive. Trying to find an apartment is already in motion — god, rent in Chicago is so delightfully cheap — and hopefully I’ll have that squared away before I show up.

I am exhausted. I am emotionally wrung out after the rollercoaster I’ve been on for the last week or so. I have so much insanity ahead of me.

But I am so, so happy about this job and this move.


I can’t just post a video for Via Chicago, because that would be way too easy. So instead, a fond audio farewell to California with an enjoyably random video.

Fall TV Fun

My annual TV roundup is a little late this year – I’d intended to do this as a Preview, but Premiere week has come and gone and I got slammed with work, so it’s here now. The good news is, that allowed me to see a good number of the shows that I didn’t have screeners for.

Screeners? Yes, this year I was actually able to get hold of a few early versions of pilots for NBC and CBS, so I’ll indicate which pilots I saw that way. I’ll also note when I saw them, since the earlier I saw them, the greater the chances that there have been significant changes made since I saw them. I’ll also note which shows I’ve been watching since they premiered.

Anything with an asterisk is something I would recommend based on whatever version of the pilot I saw. I’ll probably be watching a couple more shows than that, but those are the ones that really stood out. Anything not listed here, I haven’t actually watched and thus do not feel qualified to give an opinion on other than “that looked stupid enough that even I wouldn’t watch it.”

After the jump, the full list.

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In One Piece

I did make it to San Francisco in one piece – lots and lots of unpacking and a whole hell of a lot of walking have ensued – it’s kind of insane how much easier it is to walk around SF than it is around LA.

As an example, here’s a few photos from my walk today, from my apartment to Coit Tower to Pier 39 to Ghiradelli Square (I did break down and take Muni back, though – 5.5 miles plus 432 stairs up to Coit Tower is a LOT). Slideshow below, flickr link for those who hate flash.

Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer

Really enjoying things here so far – I feel like I’m moving in the right direction towards gainful employment, and starting to feel a teensy bit less like a tourist. But not enough like I live here to think going to climb Coit Tower is a dumb idea.

Yet.

Movin’ On Up

So I’m moving to San Francisco on Sunday.

I’ve mentioned this on Facebook and Twitter, but I thought I’d elaborate a little bit here, since those venues are better for quick takes and updates on the travails of moving and selling all my shit rather than longer explanations. And this is a fairly long explanation.

I moved out to L.A. for one reason: To work in the entertainment industry. I never really had much desire to live in L.A., I have still never learned how to surf, and I wasn’t excited by the prospect of being around the stars.

Originally, I wanted to be a sound engineer. I had the incredibly stupid timing to move out here shortly after all the sound houses hired their fall interns, so I went looking for other stuff that sounded fun.

I came across an internship at this brand new talk show, only on the air six weeks at the time. I came in to talk to the guy doing the hiring, and due to my eagerness to work five days a week for free, I was hired.

I wound up staying there for two years (and am still friends with many, many people I worked with there), and it brought me into the world of Television production, which I enjoyed way more than I ever thought I would. I was always more of a fiddler in college, I never really was in the “Let’s put on a show!” crowd.

But TV handed me all sorts of crazy challenges, ones I really enjoyed. And those challenges grew progressively harder…for a while. I hit a brick wall with my career around the time that SAG was threatening to go on strike in mid-2009, and I was unemployed for 11 months.

During that period, I took a long, hard look at what I was doing with my life. I have always told people if you don’t really, really love making movies or TV, this business is not worth the bullshit it puts you through. And I came to realize, maybe I didn’t really love it so much anymore.

I started tinkering more deeply with computers, something I’d always done as a hobby, and discovered that I still dropped into a K-Hole whenever I coded, and the deeper I got, the more fun it became. I finally broke down and got an iPhone, and I became really intrigued by the possibilities of what it could do.

I did some research into what it would take to become a coder, and realized that the shortest distance between two points would be working in Mobile – the demand was incredibly high, and while there was a fairly steep learning curve, especially with the iPhone, there was a surprisingly large amount you could do before you got into the super-complicated aspects of everything.

I thought, man, maybe I should go back to school and learn how to do that instead.

This was reinforced when my unemployment streak was snapped by two consecutive pilots – one with a ridiculously tiny budget and one with a ridiculously huge budget. The low-budget one was actually kind of a fun challenge, as everyone was really teaming together to work on a project they believed in (which of course did not get picked up).

The high-budget pilot was…a train wreck. The stories from this one are legendary, but suffice to say that I had the exact thought “I would rather be learning calculus than doing this” more than once on that pilot. That’s when I knew I was definitely done. I even turned down a job that would have been six solid months of work because I realized I just needed to get on with my life.

Going back to school (and actually learning calculus) has come with its own challenges, but it’s been really fun. I competed with kids who were half my age and kept up a hell of a lot better than I could have when I was actually their age, because this time I actually gave a shit.

Things seemed to be at least starting to go in the right direction. I got a totally awesome roommate in the bargain when I moved to be closer to the UCLA campus. I got to see what LA was like when you’re not regularly working from 9am to 11pm. I got to have at least a little bit of a life.

But as much as changing careers has been really helpful, I’ve had a nagging feeling that I didn’t change enough. Still being in LA, still having most of my friends working in the entertainment industry…I’ve still felt stuck.

And the things that previously annoyed me about L.A. itself have become like fingernails on a chalkboard now that I’m not distracted by either a) working 14 hour days or b) being so broke I never left the house.

I’ve particularly been irritated by the city’s epic sprawl, which contributes to another major irritation: It takes a level of planning roughly on par with the Normandy invasion to get more than four people to do anything together.

Visiting Chicago back in April, I remembered what it’s like to be in a city with functional public transportation. Even though most of my friends in Chicago are married and many have kids, it was still trivial to be able to go see all of them without a car.

In fact, for a while, I strongly considered moving back to Chicago. A few things stopped me – the size of the tech industry is similar to LA’s: Good, not great. I could have that professional environment with out the expense and general pain in the ass of moving cross-country with my insane cat.

I think another thing that stopped me is a feeling that if I were to move back to Chicago at this point in my career, it would mean giving up. While I recognize it would not be quite that and that I would eventually love to be back there,  I want to come back as a success, not a fledgeling. And if you want to become a success in the tech industry, you need to spend some time in San Francisco.

The fact of the matter is, San Francisco is a great (if obscenely expensive) city. The tech community there is second to none, and I know I could be learning so much more there just by interacting with members of that community.

Every single person I have met there has been incredibly welcoming, and when I tell people I’m thinking about moving up there, the response is unanimously, “Do it.” Well, occasionally it’s “If you can afford it, do it.” But the message is the same.

So I’m mashing the TURN UPSIDE DOWN button on my life one more time. I’ve gotten rid of most of my furniture, I’ll be moving into a great neighborhood in San Francisco where I’m renting a room from a nice queer couple, and learning what does and does not go in the compost bin.

And hopefully, I’m going to end up doing something for a living that I really enjoy. I’ll probably be working independently for a while (hey, did you hear my first app got approved for the iOS App Store and is available both there and on Android Market?), and then hopefully moving on to a bigger team where I’ll be able to learn and do more than I’m able to do as a one-man-band.

But it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me. And I’m feelin’ good.

Photo Phun Galore!

So I’ve been super, super busy, but I finally managed to get my pictures of my trip to DC in May up. Highlights include a random visit to the Zoo when I was wandering around town, Mount Vernon, a Nats game, and the Udvar-Hazy center out by Dulles, which is fucking awesome and full of totally neat-o planes and spaceships.

Direct Flickr link here, slideshow #1 below (Note, there are a bunch of adorable videos – you can tell they’re the videos because they only have titles, not notes – of pandas chowing down on bamboo that don’t play through the slideshow, click on the thing that says “link” to be taken directly to the Flickr page to view):

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And then as a special bonus, Direct Flickr link and slideshow #2, of a hike I went on with my dad and Ray Ann out in Idaho this past weekend:

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More photos to come in the next few days – I’m still plowing through the photos I finally got off my SD card from my recent trip to SF to prep for my move. Way more to come on that.

30

I’ve become quite bad at keeping this updated lately. A few things I have done since my last post:

- Officially finished my last class at UCLA Extension. I got my certificate at the end of last quarter, but I took a “just-in-case” class since they weren’t being terribly clear on whether I’d officially get the certificate until it showed up in the mail.

- Wrote most of my first iPhone application, which I’m hoping to submit for approval by the end of the week. Will hopefully have a self-pimpin’ post on this when it goes up on the App Store.

- Turned 30, felt old for a bit, then felt like this could be the start of a better decade than my 20s, which all in all, were a little nuts.

- Applied for individual health insurance and gone off on multiple rants about the atrocious state of the American medical system to several annoyed insurance brokers, who can’t really do anything about it.

- Tried to figure out what the hell I’m going to be doing, employment-wise. Still working on this.

- Deciding to move in August when my roommate shacks up with her boyfriend. Where am I moving? That’s an excellent question, which will largely depend on my employment situation. Signs are currently pointing heavily to San Francisco, based simply on the amount of opportunity there, but still officially TBD.

So, how have you been?

Hey, Look Over There!

The complete flatline on this blog means I’ve obviously been a little busy lately. The good news is that I’m pretty much done with my UCLA Extension certificate program – I’m taking one last JavaScript class right now, but everything else is done.

The bad news is that in order to actually get someone to hire me, I need to start writing applications that will easily indicate to people who are doing the hiring, “See, I know what I’m doing even though I have no professional experience with this!”

This is, as you might imagine, a little time-consuming.

I also have been working on a bunch of other projects, including updating Designated Nerd, my tech consulting/programming website, which is going to get a lot crazier in the months to come. Lots of back-end stuff I need to work on, but we’ll see how it all goes.

I’ll probably post a bit more here when I’ve got some real, published projects to show off, or when something colossally awesome/stupid happens to me.

But for now, I’m just going to have to put up the “PARDON OUR DUST” banner.

I’m Screwed

…if I ever want to move anywhere except Los Angeles. I was just looking at a little weather application I have in my toolbar that pulls current temp/weather for various cities I’ve set up.

Currently in my neighborhood in LA it is 40 degrees. And it is 31 in Chicago. And that wee difference makes me want to stomp my feet like a petulant child before diving under about fifteen layers of blankets to try and sleep, using the cat as a footwarmer.

Though they might have a more reasonable policy on insulation than my building’s “Eh, let the chill leak in. How cold does it get in LA?” philosophy, I am going to be in very deep trouble if I ever have to take a job in a place with a normal climate.

Thank You For Holding

A few brief snippets from the last couple weeks:

I can ski!

I briefly tried to ski six months after I hurt my ankle and was in such intense, stabbing pain I had to come down after two runs. I hadn’t skied since I had the surgery to fix my ankle almost four years ago, and I was really afraid that with everything this stupid ankle has taken away from me, it was going to take this too.

Since the NU ski trip was at Tahoe this year and a lot of my friends were going (well, in theory – in practice almost half our group got stuck in Chicago due to the blizzard), lift tickets were included, and ski rentals were seriously discounted, I decided to give it a shot. I tried to mentally prepare myself for never being able to ski again, but I’m not going to lie, the thought of not being able to do something I’ve been doing since I was two made me really, really upset.

About five seconds into my first run, I felt a huge burden lift off my shoulders. My ankle was fine. I felt like I’d never stopped skiing. I don’t think I’ve been that happy in a long, long time.

Now all I have to do is start making enough money to be able to afford to go skiing on a regular basis. Also: Probably start weightlifting to get my knees in better shape more than a month before I ski, because sweet god my patellar tendons are STILL mad at me for that one.

School suddenly got to be a lot more work.

My Android programming class is a ton of work (which is good, because I feel like I’m actually learning something in it). I’ve got a group project in another class where I’m doing about 50%-80% of the work in a given week because most everyone else a) is too consumed with their jobs b) doesn’t give a shit or c) both. Going to Tahoe for four days and getting approximately nothing accomplished didn’t help, and I wound up with all my midterms on the same week about a week after I got back. What also didn’t help was…

My damn computer went insane on me.

Kernel panics (complete system crashes, akin to the Windows Blue Screen of Death) galore, to the point where I was getting them hourly by the end of the debacle. I wound up having to drag it to the Apple Store to get a hardware issue ruled out. The good news is that it wasn’t the hardware, the bad news was that it meant I had to completely reinstall my operating system and then reimport all my files, which was a giant, time-consuming pain in the ass.

The biggest downside of it was that it happened right in the middle of my midterm week, so I wound up taking some time where I probably should have been studying and dealing with this horseshit. I’m getting my Database Management midterm back tonight, and I have a feeling I booted a couple questions I probably wouldn’t have if I’d been focused on studying and not on desperately trying to resuscitate my computer.

I’m probably going to have to replace my laptop sometime in the next few months – it’s clearly on its last legs, even with the fresh OS install. The good news is that I was expecting to need to take 4 classes next quarter and I only actually have to take 1, so all the money that I’m saving on classes is basically going to go directly into the New Computer Fund.

Overall though, despite being ridiculously busy, things have been going pretty well. As long as I can make it through the next couple weeks before my group project is due, then I think I’ll survive.