Funk Babblings

Yesterday was a minor milestone for me: I turned 32. The main celebration is a getaway weekend with nontacitare starting in a couple hours, though we did have a friend over last night, and I took today off work. (Missed the Bob Mould show at the Grog Shop last night, but I'd rather hang out with people I care about anyway. In fact we've almost made it a tradition for me to spend time with nontacitare on nights I was originally planning to go to a show.)

Today was another milestone: I renewed my driver's license (yeah, a day late). No big deal, right?

My old license had my Columbus address. My license now has my Canton address. You may not think that's much of a milestone, but the key is that I've lived in Canton for three and a half years, and have resisted signs of "permanent residence" here. The first crack in that resistance was gaining friends here close enough to miss if we (or they) left. A major crack came when I took a job here three months ago with long-term prospects. And now for the first time my driver's license says I live here.

If we buy a house here then it gets really scary....

The first of two entries inspired by chronarchy's newfound anti-Republicanism

I'm certainly not the first one to point this out, but it's quite ironic that this past Monday we had two things happening simultaneously:

- Conservatives decrying the first day of gay marriage in Massachusetts, complaining about those "activist judges"
- Lots of people, including conservatives such as Bush, celebrating the 50th anniversary of Brown v. Board of Education

Fifty years ago today, nine judges announced that they had looked at the Constitution and saw no justification for the segregation and humiliation of an entire race. Here at the corner of 15th and Monroe, and at schools like it across America, that was a day of justice -- and it was a long time coming.

So, why were those nine judges not called "activist judges" like the ones in Massachusetts?