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February, 2000


Thursday February 10, 2000

Dear Readers,

The ship didn't sink! We spent two weeks plying the Pacific, taking seawater temperatures and salinity readings the whole way, and even got diverted to help with the Alaska Air crash which happend near-by, but we did not sink. I enjoy my time at sea very much. It's a time out from normal life. While at sea, there are very few everyday distractions like TV and routine appointments. When I'm on the ship, it's like pressing the "pause" button on my life ashore and going off to a different world for a while. When I get back, life resumes right where I left off; only those people I left behind perceived any passage of time in the real world.

Of course, for those people such as you, Dear Reader, time has indeed past. Brent missed me a lot and demanded we spend the whole weekend together when I got back last Friday. I had no objections to that! We watched a movie together, the Thomas Crown Affair, and went to the AT&T Pebble Beach Pro-Am golf tournement all day Sunday. I managed to get some free hospitality passes for the tournement so we got to eat a free gourmet lunch with shrimp and crab and lamb and wine and dessert, etc. We saw a fair amount of good golf and many celebs too.

After the weekend, the realities of everyday life returning hit with the full force of going to work on Monday morning. It seems Prof. Chiu has managed to discover an NFS conflict between two Unix machines and its been demanding a lot of time all week to try and get it resolved. Of course, he wants it fixed by last week, so the pressure is on. I've also got a lot of data (about 100GB) to get filtered and parsed for processing by the end of the month. Akkk! Busy week at the lab.

I've been working an extra hour each day at the lab, then sprinting over to the ski shop in the evenings for an hour or two. I've got a lot of preparation work going on for a big, 8 van tour that I'm leading to Lake Tahoe this weekend. We'll be leaving tomorrow, Friday the 10th, and coming back to Monterey on Sunday. The snow is expected to be falling all weekend so it could turn into a heroic effort to get 80 customers on and off the mountain safely with two days of skiing inbetween. Good thing I like heroic efforts in the mountains! Heck, I like that a lot more than I like heroic efforts solving NFS problems.

Friday February 11, 2000


I still haven't managed to lick the NFS problem on my Silicon Graphics machine at work yet. I even called on the help of another network expert for a couple of hours this morning. Prof. Chiu is howling that he can't get his research done, and I'm getting pretty frustrated too. I've sent an e mail describing the problem to Silicon Graphics. I hope they can help me.

A few hours after this is posted, I'll be driving a van load of ten clients up to Lake Tahoe for a ski weekend. My brother is coming along again, as he did last month. It's going to be a fun trip - I'll be leading a group of 8 vans up there. That means 8 of my best friends from the ski program will be sharing the adventure with me. I love it! Sharing adventure with friends is, to me, one of the very best aspects of human life. Like the old Loewenbrau commericials used to say - "it just doesn't get any better than this." The drive up is looking to be a tough one too. A storm has rolled in here off the Pacific. I'll be fighting winds and heavy rain for the first four hours of the drive, then put the snow chains on and drive through a blizzard for another two hours. It amazes me that I like this stuff! Go figure.

Before I sign off and head for the mountains I wanted to say to a few journalers that have welcomed me back after my ship trip - Bryan and Andy. Thanks! Mickey is in temporary remission whilst rearranging his site, so I understand why I haven't heard from him. I still like like Robb and proudly keep my FoxTD status, but it's not often I get mail from him. John sent a few things while I was gone, but never replies to my replies - oh, well, at least he's out there and we're reading each other. There are three or four other journals I keep up with semi-regularly and have exchanged emails with the authors, but it's not really an ongoing thing. You know, maybe I should put some effort into creating my long awaited links page so that everyone would know who's journals I find interesting.

Monday February 14, 2000


Happy Valentine's Day to all my readers!

I'm still quite tired from my epic weekend in the Sierra Nevadas so I won't be able to send out individual Valentines to all you wunnerful people who I have deceived into thinking my thoughts and words are actually worth reading. I'm just too tired to take the time today. I would like to say thank you to all of you for your support and give you all a virtual Valentine's hug - an especially big hug goes to Mickey who is feeling left out because he has no boyfriend to share the sweetheart's holiday with. I understand his sentiment completely, because for such a long time I felt the same way. Even worse, before I was willing to come out, I had given up hope that I might ever enjoy a Valentine's Day with a paramour.

I feel a bit guilty about that too. Now that I have a boyfriend to celebrate Valentine's Day with, I don't do a very good job of it. Brent and I have both decided that we don't want to make a big deal about what is essentially another commercial holiday. We prefer to celebrate our relationship together all the time. Having said that, we will exchange Valentine cards and prolly get all snuggly tonight, when Brent gets off of work at 8:00 pm. I'll sneak into his house (Yes, I have a key!) and prepare a nice little late supper for the two of us and have it ready for him when he comes in. Romantic enough for the holiday? Yes, but the thing is, it's exactly what I would have done for him tonight anyway. I even give nice little greeting cards to Brent out of the blue once a month or so.

The reason I'm so tired right now is this weekend's ski trip. I definately enjoyed an adventure with my friends, but what a demanding adventure it turned out to be! It was storming the entire time throughout California. We drove through blinding rain and wind for five hours at less than 60mph most of the way becuase of frequent hydroplaning and wind gusts pushing the vans around on the road. At 3000 ft. the snow became heavy enough to put the tire chains on and reduce our speed to 20mph. It was another four hours later, at 2:00 am, when we arrived at the motel. I had to help one other tourguide who managed to wrap a tire chain around his axle, then get everything arranged for the ski day the next day. After all the stress of nine hours of driving a large vehicle in very bad weather, I went to bed at 4:00 am, only to get up at 6:15 am to start preping the vehicles for the trip from the motel to the ski area at 7:30.

After taking care of customer's rental snowsports gear, lift tix, and all, it was 11:30 am before I could ski. All the runs were skiied out and fresh tracks no longer to be had. *sulk* I was too tired to ski well in the chop and quit by 3:00 pm. At 7:00 pm we had all the vans gassed up and cleaned out for the next day's run to the ski area. All the guides had completed their paperwork and turned it in to me so we could finaly have dinner together and relax. That ended a 26 hour work day with only a 2 hour nap to break it up.

It was Mark's birthday, so naturaly we all had to go out and do Birthday shooters with Mark after dinner. I bought a round of B-52's for the group. All the alcohol on top of being tired and at 6500 feet wasn't smart, but what the heck! The whole group was excited to be together doing a tour in the mountains. Mark's birthday was just the most handy excuse to celebrate.

Getting home on Sunday, after another short day of skiing for the guides, was just as difficult as driving up on Friday was - except we were all more tired. We fought our way through avalanches, mud slides, 60 mph wind gusts, and flooding to make it home. By the time we had finished putting away all the ski gear and doing the paperwork it was after 11:00 pm. At the end of the day, I know I had fun, but will someone please remind me why I enjoy abuse like that?

*sigh* Brent was waiting for me when I got back to my apartment. His smile at the door was enough to melt away the stress of the entire weekend. I was too exhausted to show him my appreciation for his support properly, but I tried to say it with a feeble hug and a kiss. I was just so happy he was there for me after my epic adventure. Sleep came easily in his arms.

Tuesday February 15, 2000


Last night I found out that cartoonist Charles Shultz passed away over the weekend while I was in the mountains. Given how sick he was, and the fact that he'd lived a full and productive life up to the age of 77, it's hard to say that his death was a tragedy. In fact, he died well. None the less, I'm rather sad about it, if only for selfish reasons. Peanuts has been a daily part of American life longer than I've been alive - life will be the lesser without it. Shultz's most significant impact on my life in particular were the three holiday specials produced in the 60's for Halloween, Thankgiving, and Christmas. They were 10 years old by the time I first saw them, but I've watched them religiously since then. The shows are important milestones to me in my favorite season. I met Charles Shultz once, when I was 14. He played in the Pro/Am golf tournement at Pebble Beach that year, when I was carrying leader boards for extra money (and fun!). He was just a nice old guy and didn't seem like a celebrity at all. Yet his creations are cultural icons. Did you know the Apollo 10 spacecraft radio call signs for the Command and Lunar Moduals were Charlie Brown and Snoopy respectively?

Completely unrelated to all that, I've noticed a trend in the news lately. It seems that there are a hell of a lot of legal issues pending right now in the area of gay rights. The Colorado State Senate will be voting on a bill which will deny legal recognition to same gender marriages another sate my some day sanction. Similar bill which twice passed the Colorado State Legislature were vetoed by their former governer. The new Governor has said he would sign it. Colorado already has a law forbidding same sex marriage within the state.

Californians will be voting on a proposition to make the State of California recognize only marriages between one woman and one man. Based on current polls, it will probably pass next month.

I don't understand how supposedly respected and intelligent lawmakers can create bills that are the caliber of a Jr. Highschool playground bully. The Americans that come up with this stuff, and those that support it, are slowly but surely destroying the concept of freedom in America. Their utter lack of intelect is apalling and dangerous. Someone's got to stop them.

Meanwhile, in the rest of the world where freedom has proven a little slower to catch on, they're appearantly getting the message as fast as Americans are forgeting it. The House of Commons in Great Britian has voted to make the age of consent for gay sex the same as that for breeder sex. The Canadian government is going much further by overhauling 68 federal statutes to elminate almost all legal differences between homosexual and heterosexual couples. In fact, one of the few differences I was able to find was that although same and opposite sex couples would have all the same tax and financial rights, the term for the legal state of couplehood would be 'marriage' for opposite sex couples and 'domestic partnership' for gay couples. Whatever.

I wonder how difficult it is to immigrate to Canada? It seems a little too cold and dark for me up there, but it's getting colder and darker here in the U.S. every day. And it's not just about gay rights issues. It's little bits of freedom being erroded law and by violent crime at an alarming rate. I can imagine a time when I might need to get the hell out of Dodge. If America is going to be the land of the ignorant and the home of violent gangs, then I want no part of it. I'll fight to fix it for a while, but life's to short to spend it all doing political battle with dim witted bigots and thugs. At some point I'll decide it's no longer worth it. Let the lazy morons enslave and slaughter each other. I'll become a Canuck.

(P.S. What do you guys reading this in Canada have to say about that?)

Sunday February 20, 2000


I've been off on another, short, research cruise. I spent Wednesday through Friday taking sea temperature measurements off the coast of Central California. The sea was particularly beautiful this trip. It was undulating with huge but smooth swells, like a giant rolling blue carpet. The air was clear, invisably supporting towering thunderclouds of white and gray. At night, a nearly full moon reflected silvery shimmers against the clouds and sea. The time I spend out of sight of land is a wonderful thing to me. It's like being in a different world where all the everyday things of life only matter in the way that situations or characters in a novel do.

Setting foot ashore again Friday evening broke my reverie, but wasn't so unpleasant at first. I decided to spend the night at Brent's house. It's a good 20 mile journey along a country highway through the coastal hills and often quite scenic. On this trip, the roadside was strewn with ugly campaign signs for the upcoming elections. They seem to have sprouted like weeds after the first rains of winter while I was on the ship.

To me, such signs are unnecessary blights on the landscape. If you pay any attention to the media at all, you can learn all there is to know about the candidates and initiatives on the ballot. Disturbingly, one sign stood out from the others as being a particular blight. Not only was the sign repeated far more often than the others, but it's message was particularly ugly. This sign was in support of Prop 22 and said, in a simple message of biggoted hate, "Save Marriage - Yes on 22".

Proposition 22 is precicely the sort of thing I was complaining about here earlier in the week. Although California has no law or precedent allowing gay marriage, former X-15 pilot and State Representitive Pete Knight (father of two gay sons), has put an initiative on the ballot which says that California will only recognize legal marriage as being between one man and one woman. This hateful bit of lawmaking is designed to prevent loving same sex couples and groups from enjoying the tax status, inhearitance rights, and legal protections gauranteed in law to couples who fit the modern Christian definition of marriage.

As the poles go, it seems that Prop. 22 will pass. If it does, the State Legislature cannot pass any laws permiting marriage that is not between one man and one woman, and California will not recognize any other marriages performed elsewhere until Prop 22 is repealed. Representative Knight thinks this is necessary to preserve the sanctity of marriage. It seems to me if you legally 'sanctify' anything, then you are setting up a State Religion. I wonder why Pete Knight feels that his marriage would be a sham if I married Brent. Are all morribund Christian marriages on such shakey ground?

I think this initiative is more or less a refferendum on homosexuality. Has supposedly liberal California moved beyond homophobia? Do the majority of Californians regard homosexual men and women as their equals? We'll find out in March.

As I drove through the dark towards Brent's, passing sign after sign saying "Yes on 22!", it occured to me how much effort people are willing to go through to hate. I was a bit frightened. Could a Krystal Nacht happen here? Would Pete Knight next have us burn any book hinting at homosexuality? Could I one day be tried for 'crimes against nature' based on the content of this website? I came to the conclusion that if 22 passes I will feel more compelled to move out of my home town. A new friend, Yves of Montreal, wrote me a short message in which he outlined some of the immigration laws of Canada. Nominally, a US Citizen would fall under the "independant" category and have to compete for Canadian citizenship based on job skills and such. I wondered, as the night grew darker and the road ahead dissapeared just beyond the reach of my headlights, if Prop 22 passes, could I apply for Canadian citizenship as a political refugee?

Tuesday February 22, 2000


A number of people have told me that they envy my adventureous life. My work takes me out to sea, not as much as my first job out of college, but often enough. My semi-professional job as a race official (semi-professional in the sense that I get paid to work at big time races but nothing approaching a living wage) takes me to tracks around the country and even as far away as Australia (Hi to readers in Oz!). My volunteer ski tour guide job takes me to the high Sierras every couple of weeks in Winter. My budding hobby as a mountaineer takes me to interesting mountain ranges in Spring and Summer. In fact, over the course of my life I've been in 23 of the world's 24 time zones. I guess I do get around, but is it a thing for others to envy?

I'm not the most traveled person on Earth. My very dear friend Wade has grown up to be an international businessman and has traveled to Asia a lot in the last two years. In May he's moving to Amsterdam for a few years as part of his job. He'll continue hopping the Atlantic many times a year. My parents travel to a foreign country at least once a year. My boss at work, Prof. Chiu, is a naturalized former citizen of Hong Kong and travels to conferences all around the world many times each year. Yes, I travel more than many people I know, but less than others.

I've given up a lot maintain my mobility. My job doesn't pay me nearly what I could make being a computer guy at almost any medium sized company. But working in the business world would mean I'd have to cut back to two weeks vacation a year from three. It would mean I wouldn't be able to modify my work hours, trading a little time extra here for time off there, fairly often. Rob on watch at the sensor control consoles aboard R/V Pt. Sur Feb 19, 2000. Working in business would also mean giving up my shipboard work as a research technician. I'm basically working beneath the level of responsibility and respect that I'm capable of handling and really should be performing at to maintain my ability to go on adventures.

If I were the kind of guy that actually wanted a wife and family, I'm at about the age where I should be starting to think seriously about kids. Trouble is, based on what I make and what the cost of living is in coastal California, there's no way I could afford to buy a house or support a wife and kids. Fortunately for me, I have no desire to recreate my Father's life as my own. I respect my Dad, and I think he's been quite happy with his life choices. As a Professor, my Dad occupies a more respected place in society than I do. He certainly has attained a great deal more wealth than I ever expect to. Nonetheless, his life choices are not the same as mine.

Thank you, no, I don't need status and progeny to lead a happy and worthy life. I'll keep going on my adventures and continue to live for the sake of discovering, for myself, more of the world around me and within me. Mine is not necessesarily a life to be envied. I give up much to maintain it, but anyone could make the same choices. It's a simple exchange of values. All you need to do is to stop listening to what your family or your community tells you to do and to follow your mind to it's own destination. That's all.

Thursday February 24, 2000


Circumstance and chance have conspired to compel me to write about one of my favorite topics of discussion - religion. "Oh, god," you say, "here it comes!" Well if the topic bores you, or if you feel so passionately about it that you can't read another point of view without getting angry, then feel free to skip today's writing. I have firm opinions about the matter, but I don't let that fact dominate my consciousness or the way I conduct my life - I'm sure there will be plenty of entries to come that have nothing to do with religion at all.

One of the first inspirations I had to write on this topic came a few weeks ago when Zup wrote in his journal that he'd been to see a Catholic Priest for guidance and counseling about his homosexuality. As chance would have it Mickey phoned me last night. Although I wasn't there to take his call (out with Brent) just hearing his voice on the answering machine was enough to get my mind in high gear on religion. Mickey and I have had some of the *best* discussions on the point of religion. I completely enjoy them. In our talks he has made me see some things I was unwilling to see before. It might read a little like I'm picking on Andy (Zup) later in this entry. I'm not. I like Andy and I think he's both an interesting and kind person. Both Andy and Mickey are members of the world's foremost organized religious institutions. I think Mickey's sense of reverence extends beyond the limits of man's institutions. I haven't discussed the subject with Andy enough to know the boundaries of his faith. I will most certainly attack religious institutions at their face value today, and I will begin with Andy and his priest. But they're just a starting point for discussion, nothing more.

I was raised as a Roman Catholic, and actually believed it all until I was eighteen years old. I spent every conscious year of my life to that point going to Mass and religious education classes once a week. I know something of Catholicism. The Church has many opinions and edicts on moral and religious thought. They come in two classes; Dogma and Teachings.

Dogma are those things which you must accept as truth if you want to call yourself Catholic. For instance, you must believe that Jesus of Nazareth was the Messiah (from the Jewish Faith) and that his death and resurrection absolved mankind of Original Sin and allowed for the forgiveness of sins committed in life. Teachings are those things which the Church expects its followers to hold true, but are not at the very core of the religion and may be revised from time to time. A good example of a Catholic teaching is the tradition of not eating meat on Friday. This teaching began in medieval times to get the people of Christendom to eat more fish, fish which contained iodine, a deficiency in the medieval diet. Until the Vatican II Council of the mid 1960's the Church taught that meat was to be avoided every Friday. Vatican II revised this teaching to cover only the holy time of Lent, prior to Easter. Through most of it's history this teaching has been justified as a sacrifice of something desirable (meat) to god, not as a means of public health.

It is in the context of these Dogma and Teachings that I think my friend Andy may have made a mistake in seeing a Catholic priest regarding his homosexuality. If Andy were attempting to learn how the Church was prepared to deal its same-sex oriented parishioners, then he probably went to the right person. But, if he wanted help integrating his same-sex attraction into his life and personality then I think it's possible that he made a dreadful mistake. Priests are bound by oath to have their rational thought filtered and distorted by the Dogma and Teachings of the Church. That's their job, for heaven's sake! By comparison, Dr. Laura is not a Catholic priest (indeed the Church would not have her as a priest due to a distorted perception of her sex), but she makes a good living distorting and filtering rational thought.

Although the Catholic church is moving toward a more liberal stance in that it no longer casts out homosexuals, it still teaches that homosexual acts are sinful. The priest had to tell my friend that god calls him to abstain from the basic human need of romantic love, or to feel guilty should he indulge in a romantic relationship with another guy. This is the crux of my difficulty with institutional religion.

Either option will significantly damage Andy's psyche and cause him to suffer. Both options are not based on any logical or rational conclusion that has reason or thought behind it. Both options are based on belief, on faith, on simple assumptions that an idea is true with nothing to support it. The Church might point to the holy bible to back up their damage to Andy, but the bible's authority rests squarely on belief and the assumption that the bible is something more than an absurd ancient fiction assembled by writers from a far less enlightened age.

As many Catholics believe it is evil to eat meat on a Friday during Lent (it's no longer evil on Fridays the rest of the year!), so they believe that gay people are wicked abominations. The sin of meat comes from the Church looking after the health and welfare of it's flock, not from god. It isn't really a sin in and of itself at all. Could the sin of homosexuality be the same? Could the Church have simply been encouraging reproduction to increase the numbers of the faithful? Perhaps that would explain the Catholic sin of modern birth control methods as well.

It doesn't take much thought to see through the often circular and baseless logic of the Catholic church. It has evolved over the last 2000 years to exploit many of the weaknesses of the human mind, such as fear and fantasy. This is the insidious crime of institutional religions - they breed self preserving ideas that make no rational sense but add to the inertia of the institution. Institutional religions, refined over millennia, are now such powerful thought traps that highly trained and educated minds like that of my friend Andy are capable of believing in magic to the extent that it causes them real harm.

Laziness of the mind is what makes true abominations like Jerry Fallwell, Rev. Phelps, and Louis Farrahkan rise to power and become dangerous. The horrors of fascism were unleashed in this century because men believed without troubling to think. Hitler himself was a Christian. The Bolsheviks of Russia used faith in the tenants of Marx to bring civilization to the edge of destruction with the Cold War in exactly the same way that Fallwell uses the tenants of the bible to blind his followers and bring himself wealth and power at theie expense.

I don't think that Andy's priest had any ambitions of enslaving the world's population when they had their discussion. It was probably all very well intended. None the less, my emotional reaction to the meeting was one of sadness and disappointment. That minds as perceptive, sharp, and educated as Andy's can still be perverted from logical thought so easily and completely, gives me little hope for the future of humanity. How could he believe the priest would have provided any answers better than those he find for himself?

Consciousness is so rare and fragile. The Sun will nova and destroy Earth. Long before that it's likely an asteroid impact will render Earth unfit for human survival. Either way, mankind must get past the destructive influences of institutional religion and get on with the evolution of the mind. If not, then this precious thing, a Universe with self awareness, will be wasted.

Tuesday February 29, 2000


At lunch today, I was looking at a decorative quilt on the wall of the restaraunt. The quilt seemed to me a good metaphor for the way my life works - a discontiguous patchwork of many designs stitched together by a common thread to complete a theme. It often amazes me that there are people who admire the quilt of my life. It seems to me I've got way to many conflicting panels to make an elegant fugue.

For instance, over the weekend I had a very wrong and inappropriate fit of jealousy. My friend Mark, and myself drove our friend Julie's SUV up to Lake Tahoe on Friday night. Julie was leading the ski shop tour this weekend driving a large tour van, so we used her SUV to drive ourselves up and stay on the floor of the on-duty tour guides' motel room in sleeping bags. That way we could sleep for free and afford to ski a Squaw Valley the next day, and have fun at the Tahoe casinos with Julie and the other guides Saturday night.

Both Julie and I flirt with Mark a fair bit. It's fun and we all enjoy it. When it came time for bed, Julie flirted a little by suggesting Mark avoid a sleeping bag on the floor by sleeping with her. I said "O.K., but I get to sleep with Mark on Saturday night or I'll be jealous." Both Mark and Julie shook their heads in vigorous disagreement. Nothing of that kind was going to happen. I didn't expect anything to come of it anways, it was just flirting. Except then Mark goes into the girls room to sleep with Julie! Lights out, end of discussion.

I was jealous as hell. As I lay in my sleeping bag staring at the ceiling, I kept thinking about how inappropriate my jealous fit was. I've got a perfectly nice boyfriend whom I love and both Julie and Mark know that. Why should it bother me in the least that Mark eshewed the floor for a bed? I'm never going to be in a romantic relationship with Mark, I'm taken and he's straight. Julie and Mark are never going to be an item either, they flirt, yes, but they're just friends and it's obvious for many reasons they'll never be together. Them sharing a bed was just out of friendship. They didn't even close the door. So, why, then, was I loosing so much sleep over jealousy? Why did it hurt so much? I felt guilty that it did.

Sometime around 4:00 am I figured it out. As soon as I did, I felt even worse. I exchanged my jelousy and guilt for a potent and depressing mixture of sadness, lonliness, and injustice. The painful truth was clear. Julie and Mark simply don't understand my sexual orientation as fully as I thought they did. Mark especially. Our conversations about dating have always been open and meaningful. The opposing genders of our interests have never been a problem with him. Julie too has been great in the past. We often exchange conspiratorial glances in the ski area lodges when a very cute guy goes by. But in this case, they just didn't get it. Julie and Mark on our camping trip in September 1999.

If we're all supposed to be close friends and comfortable with each other's sexual orientations then why was it OK for Mark and Juile to share a bed as friends, but not OK for Mark and Rob to share a bed as friends too? They shook their heads and pshawed the idea as soon as I brought it up. Didn't they know I'd feel excluded and rejected? Didn't they know after years of being mentally tortured by anti homosexual slurs and attacks that I'd be very sensitive to that sort of thing? I didn't get any sleep after the revelation that my friends didn't understand me as well as I thought they did. In fact, I became enraged that they could apply a double standard to me and not even notice they had done so. They had no idea how much they hurt me.

The next day we couldn't go skiing because a storm hit with lots of snow and 80 mile per hour winds. I was in a bitchy, grumpy mood. My friends probably thought it was because we couldn't ski. Not even close. It was because I learned that my friendships with them didn't extend to the close and meaningful levels that I thought they did.

Maybe I'm expecting too much of my life. Maybe it's simply not possible to stitch so closely together quilt panels that clash. I'm involved in so many activities where I'm the only gay guy. My politics have the same problem. I'm registered as a Republican because I can't stand the social engineering and redistribution of wealth principals that the Democratic Party adhears too. Unfortunately, the Democrats are also the party of civil rights and freedom. Republicans tend to favor Christianity, religious bigotry, and the ideology of intollerance. I deplore those things, but none the less find myself in political conflict with the thoughts of most gay people because of economics.

I sometimes wonder if I will ever find a way to assemble all the aspects of my personality without clashing. A beautiful quilt requires diversity, but it also requires an overlying harmony. My life has plenty of diversity, but where's the harmony? That's what I want to know.