Wednesday, May 31, 2006

 
Like the new digs, and the new name?

Just a few notes on housekeeping: for a few days I'll be previewing comments, for obvious reasons. Then I'll probably put in Haloscan. I will not comment on the recent insanity in any public forum. Not interested. (Well, I might in Eschaton threads, but mostly I won't.) Troll policy: I'll ban and delete at the drop of a hat, much in the same fashion as I rock house parties. As for the title of the blog, it has a Secret Meaning. The first person who can guess it wins a Valuable Prize.

But now, gay marriage:
Jo-Ann Shain and Mary Jo Kennedy will celebrate their silver anniversary in January and by then they hope that they will be legally married.

The two Brooklyn women are among the plaintiffs in a court case to legalize same-sex marriage. The Court of Appeals, New York's highest court, is hearing oral arguments on it today.
They won their case in one court, lost it then on appeal, and now it's at the final step. To tell the truth, I'm not too optimistic about their chances; Spitzer, who personally supports gay marriage, nevertheless as Attorney General found that as a matter of law it violates NY's constitution. The law will need to be changed, I expect -- and Bloomberg supports this:
Just this past week, New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg said during his Sunday radio address that the definition of marriage should be out of the hands of government. Bloomberg said he would follow the court's decision if it deems the marriages legal - and if it doesn't, he said he would lobby state legislators to change the law to legalize same-sex nuptials.
Ah, NYC, where party partisanship is still fucked up. Anyway, I'm not clear on whether this will require a change in the state constitution or not (seems like it would), or even how that is supposed to happen, procedurally.

Anyway, Newsday had a picture of two of the people involved in the lawsuit, a lesbian couple from Brooklyn:



Can you imagine the Moral Apocalypse if these two dangerous characters were to be afforded their full civil rights? Scaaaaaaary....

Comments:
Good luck on the new blog, Thers.

Too bad I have absolutely nothing else to say.

- Gummo
 
Am I the first "Frist?"

Good luck!
 
Ohmigod! The world is crumbling around me!
 
I will take the honor of being frist to comment on this shiny new blog. (Unless I'm like tenth or something.)

WB to the 'sphere. An afternoon without your bloggy goodness was too much.
 
Salaam, Sahib. And live long and prosper.
 
Welcome back. We missed you. A lot.

I like the name, too. My default guess would be Flann O'Brien.
 
Wait. You're a QUEER drunken Mick?

Oops, did I just out you? My bad.
 
First?

All in favor of gay marriage, though no one's asked me yet. It's just that it's a losing political issue for the left. We are about at the 1890's of Woman's sufferage with gay marriage and it's counterproductive to push it outside of the few states who are at 1920 with it.
 
You can't keep a good mick down!

Nice place you got here...what do you need as a blogwarming present?

Much love to you all.
 
Do I get to be the first to comment? An Honor it is!

Nice place. :)
 
olvlzl

It's a winning issue in NYC.

I suspect that when a few more states move forward, a dam will burst.
 
I like your place Thers - and I'm thinking it's got something to do with a clever child's mispronunciation?
 
Wheeeeeeee!
 
i don't know the answer, but while searching i found this "The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep."

– Paul Strand


congrats on your new blog and whatever obscure reference from which you derived it's name.
 
Nobody is quite yet on the right track with the name -- though Phila is right that the "description" of the blog is a quote from Myles na gCopaleen.
 
Not sure of the Constitutional issue myself (she said shamefacedly, hiding her admission to the Bar of teh State of New York), but I would personally love to see our Court of Appeals do the right thing here.

We're celebrating our silver anniversary this year; they should get to celebrate theirs.
 
Here's to virulent eruptions of paddyism.
 
Like the new crib, Thers.

Very clean - that minty fresh new blog smell.

:)
 
Is Whiskey Ashes a reference to David Tynan O'Mahoney aka Dave Allen?
 
nora, well said...

I think I might welcome a vote on this to change the state constitution. I think we'd win, and I think that would send a great message about NY.
 
tomfs24:

No, but that would have been pretty schweet...
 
EEK! Scary lesbians! And they're in LOVE with each other! I'm sure that alone accounts for the divorce rate in the Western world.

Anyway, welcome to the new digs! Thanks for letting us come over! I, um, brought a plant...

*sets on windowsill*

Got any beer? :)
 
Charlotte S --

Ha! the traditional housewarming gift where I grew up was a 5-pack (you drank one on the way over).
 
"Whiskey ashes" is either a reference to "Ashes in my whiskey" by Walter Davis, or is what happens when you try to distill your own moonshine, you filthy drunken irishman.
 
Welcome to the world, whiskey fecker.

Is the name a blues reference?
 
New digs, eh?

Already blogrolled, my good man.

Luv ya!
 
There is no blues!
 
While dust and ashes yet remain Of my love's day. - Stephen R. Donaldson ... whiskey river "Our imagination flies; we are its shadow on the earth." ...mebbe?
 
While dust and ashes yet remain Of my love's day. - Stephen R. Donaldson

Mebbe this?
 
In a post-structuralist world, the signifier "Whiskey Ash" could only be interpreted by using Derrida's work as a pragmatic prism with which to view the text, as Stanley Fish once taught me at Cornell while we enjoyed a 1985 Cabernet Sauvignon and tossed off bon mots amidst the pines of the Empire State.
 
Glad to see you back in business, ya dirty stayout!!
 
Happy New Blog, Thers. Brought you a bottle of Bushmill's from the Trader Joe's down the street.

emma, faithful Eschaton reader from So. Cal.
 
anon, nice try...

You are wrong! Wrong! Hahahahahaha!



Well, it's not funny. But the Kenosha Kid is only not funny because he does not have his Magic Funny Hat.
 
Vote lavenders, not blues!
 
Woo hoo!!

new digs, excellent.


Okay, Whiskey Ashes is what you get after you mistakenly burn you house down after drinking the entire bottle of whiskey you got after defending your dissertation.

So what do I win??
 
emma, I'm grateful. Thanks for stopping by.
 
Vote lavenders, not blues!

Damn straight.

Wait...

We'll ram teh gay down their throats yet!
 
Hi, Thers. Nice place you've got here.

As someone said ages ago, probably the best weapon the pro-equal-civil-rights-for-everyone faction has is little old lady lesbians. How could anyone *not* get all misty-eyed over Aunt Betty getting married to Aunt Millie?
 
We'll ram teh gay down their throats yet!

NO FLIRTING?

Whiskey Ashes is what you get after you mistakenly burn you house down after drinking the entire bottle of whiskey you got after defending your dissertation.

That sounds ... vaguely familiar.
 
interrobang, these two in the picture are so... nice.

Even people who are not nice deserve equal rights.

But these two -- how could you say no? You'd risk no more milk and cookies EVER.

Bless them. Everyone has a right to form a family. EVERYONE.
 
ut these two -- how could you say no? You'd risk no more milk and cookies EVER.

Bless them. Everyone has a right to form a family. EVERYONE.


I agree with that.

I don't understand why the wingers are so threatened.
 
I'd like to join in the wishes for a happy new blog, Thers. I don't comment much on Eschalon, but always enjoy reading what people have to say there. (Except for the trolls, of course!) Hope all is well on Liberal Mountain.
 
Okay - you burn peat to make whiskey- leaving you afterwards with = whiskey ashes??!
 
In a post-structuralist world, the signifier "Whiskey Ash" could only be interpreted by using Derrida's work as a pragmatic prism with which to view the text, as Stanley Fish once taught me at Cornell while we enjoyed a 1985 Cabernet Sauvignon and tossed off bon mots amidst the pines of the Empire State.

And then Gertrude Stein punched me in the mouth.
 
librarydiane -- thank you. I am honored, as is my family, by the regard of good people like yourself.
 
GERTRUDE STEIN IS BANNED FROM WHISKEY ASHES.
 
myrna...

well... no...:)
 
Welcome back, dude. I'm gonna miss your old digs, though. Sorry you couldn't get rid of the infestation and had to condemn it.
 
Yea! Glad you're back!
 
Love what you've done with the new place.

Nice curtains.
 
Why can't I be blogrolled?

I'm nice. I'm not even scary. I'd probably rent you the Casa de los Geckos for lots less than the $350/night price I'd rent less nice people...
 
Congratulations on your new home...mazel tov!

---
 
GWPDA, you are a wonder. Thank you for your kindness, forever.
 
I, for one, refuse to, to, uhhh



What's it take to get a beer 'round here!?
 
Uh, Thers, you make whiskey in oak, not ashes...

Nice place ya got here!
 
Congrats on the new place! So tenting and fumigating didn't work on the old spot? Sorry about that.

May your house be blessed by friends and devoid of trolls!
 
Ahhh... still has that "new blog" smell. Can't quite place the Whiskey Ashes reference, but in honor of your new digs, I'll raise a glass of the good stuff in the general direction of Cruiksheen Lawn.
 
I could have sworn I posted a comment here yesterday evening.

Maybe I was drunk, or stupid, or both.

Good luck on the new bloggy blog. Stay away from the Elmers eaters.
 
And then Gertrude Stein punched me in the mouth.

Amd Alice B. Toklas kicked him in the nuts, which is even kind of on-topic.
 
Nice new diggs, Thersites. Glad to have you back.

No more pig wrestling, mkay?
 
Why can't I be blogrolled?

I'm nice. I'm not even scary. GWPDA

I am not nice, and I'm not only scary but a real bastard.
 
I will stay away from the swine, Snow. T'anks!
 
Welcome back, Thersites. I don't have the faintest clue what Whiskey Ashes means to YOU, the Author, but it sounds like what my house used to look like after one of my illicit high school parties when mom was out of town. Good times.

Um, I brought bread and salt as my blogwarming gift. Not sure why, but apparently there's some tradition that says I'm supposed to. So. Salty bread for you. I'll help myself to a beer.
 
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