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The US Department of State has released the 2008 Human Rights Report on Seychelles. Anyone interested in reading it can click here.

Some of the highlights … and reasons I like living here:

There were no reports of street children.

The law prohibits trafficking in persons, and there were no reports that persons were trafficked to, from, or within the country.

There was no discrimination reported against persons with disabilities in housing, employment, or education, or in the provision of other state services.

There were no reports of discrimination based on sexual orientation.

There were no reports of discrimination against persons with HIV/AIDS.

The law prohibits forced or compulsory labor, including by children, and there were no reports that such practices occurred.

The law prohibits forced exile, and the government did not use it.

Of course, this being the real world and all, the report is not all sweetness and light.

I have to wonder how other countries, the US included, stacks up.

Not every step in my journey through this life has been fun … far from it … but some have combined hilarity and joy so effectively that they resonate and stir a smile up even years later.

I’m grinning this morning thanks to a comment that appeared on a post from a while back, a blast from the past, sweet and beautifully written, from one of the guys who staggered along with me for a few years back in my Rock & Roll roadie days.

John was the bassist with the mostest in Spider Kelly, a whip-smart (and yes, his wit could sting), shy, brooding gangster in his 20s at the time who provided moments that I strongly suspect were formative and to this day can make me, in present vernacular, lol.

He is still making music, as his myspace page clearly shows, and listening to the offerings there conjures a clear image of him as his voice fills my computer.

Speaking of his myspace page … I’ve nicked a vid from there, a shining moment from another band we hung with in the old days, Little Roger and the Goosebumps, that I haven’t thought of in years … the song, not the band. (Rick and Roger … you are NOT forgotten!)

Enjoy …

Heading for home in a couple of hours.

Seems I’m being haunted or channeled or something by the wonderful Jason Mraz, who just happened to be in Singapore the same time I’m here. “Lucky” me.

Here’s another fav:

Mark Twain:

Loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul.

Helen Keller:

The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.

G. K. Chesterton:

All conservatism is based upon the idea that if you leave things alone you leave them as they are. But you do not. If you leave a thing alone you leave it to a torrent of change.

And some big news in change today is this, from Scientific American … and all over the news … that President Obama has unfettered science and lifted the BushBan on stem-cell research.

The man who has given the world hope for the first time in eight years has now made the impossible possible for millions of people suffering from a range of horrors.

Even bigger than the potential for this specific line of research, however, is this:

Obama today also ordered the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy to “restor[e] scientific integrity to government decision making.”

Whadaya know … smart people in charge again.

Singapore Report

My stay in Mt. Elizabeth Hospital is over, and all-in-all it was almost pleasant. It’s nice to be recognized and welcomed as I am there, even though that does indicate I’ve spent WAY too much time within those walls, but a friendly face is a friendly face. (The CCU nurse who brought me cheesecake for breakfast gets the special award for spoiling me.)

Dr. Leslie Lam and his wonderful staff have been, as always, wonderful.

I ended up having another stent put in, as a blockage was found, so now have a bit more hardware in this old ticker, but I don’t notice the difference.

My plan now is to enjoy this city for the days I have left here, and that’s easy to do. I love Singapore and know it well, so I’m heading out for some murtabek, a few sticks of satay and other wonders of the Asian food type.

I may even do a bit of shopping … go figure.

My deepest appreciation goes to all of you who have sent wishes, energy, prayers and humor my way. Thank you!

I am one lucky woman.

I’m off to Singapore tomorrow and will be gone for a bit more than ten days. This is not a pleasure trip by any means, and is, in fact, one I’m not looking forward to in any way.

Due to issues that have more to do with money and timing and the end of an era that saw me insured, I’ve scheduled a visit to my cardiologist who just happens to be in Singapore.

Certainly a case of BTDT when it comes to procedures and process … angiogram that requires a night in hospital, and whatever other treatment might be necessary (hopefully none, thank you) … I have never done this alone before.

Not much still lingers around the edges of Mark … or at least not much pleasant … but I have to admit that I will miss having a face behind the glass as dye and camera are threaded up to my heart through my femural artery and tinkering happens.

I’m so loopy when going through this all, due to the drugs they give me, that every time I’m in Mt. Elizabeth hospital is like the first for me … I remember almost nothing one trip to the next … so I had to call Mark for a rendition of what’s happened before to prepare myself for what happens next.

So …

I’ll be away for a while, but will post again when I can.

I’m a big girl and can do anything, and do it alone when need be, but I will appreciate all good thoughts and energy coming my way.

You all are a huge part of my support system and are much appreciated.

I recall with perfect clarity the moment I heard the news the San Francisco Mayor George Moscone and Harvey Milk had been murdered.

From Diane Feinstein, at the time a SF Supervisor:

“Today San Francisco has experienced a double tragedy of immense proportions. As President of the Board of Supervisors, it is my duty to inform you that both Mayor Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk have been shot and killed”, then adding after being drowned out by shouts of disbelief, “and the suspect is Supervisor Dan White.”

Shaken to my core, like so many at the time, I watched reports of the killings … developing great respect that continues to this day for Diane Feinstein who held a bleeding head as life poured out … and the subsequent joke of the Dan White trial.

Years later, my brother starred in “Philadelphia”, the first mainstream film to feature a gay lead character, and about popped with pride as a legion of movie fans learned lessons in compassion.

(An aside … This was also the most difficult role for me to see Tom in, and I still can’t watch the film without falling to bits. In fact, I’ve only seen it 3 times even though it lives in my DVD library. The first time was with my best friend, Robbie, who has AIDS, setting me thinking that from then on I wouldn’t see a film about an illness without doing so while sitting beside someone living with said dreaded disease. “Sybil” would be hard, though, since, as far as I know I don’t have any friends that are multiples … but, then again, may I do … )

Robbie sent me a link today from the Courage Campaign about the film “Milk” and the acceptance speech given by Dustin Lance Black when winning the Oscar.

I’m passing this along …

“When I was 13 years old, my beautiful mother and my father moved me from a conservative Mormon home in San Antonio, Texas to California and I heard the story of Harvey Milk. And it gave me hope. It gave me the hope to live my life, it gave me the hope to one day live my life openly as who I am and that maybe even I could fall in love and one day get married.” — Dustin Lance Black, accepting an Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay, February 22

One speech can change the lives of millions.

For Dustin Lance Black and millions of gays and lesbians, it was Harvey Milk’s “Hope” speech and the life of the man who gave it.

And, for millions of people watching the Academy Awards last night, it was Dustin Lance Black’s Oscar acceptance speech, channeling the spirit of Milk with a universal message of hope and determination in the aftermath of the passage of Prop 8.

Last night, Black and Sean Penn won Academy Awards for their wonderful work in the creation of “Milk” — the film chronicling the life and times of Milk, one of the first openly gay elected officials in American history. Cleve Jones, who worked with Milk in the 1970’s and pushed for many years to get this beautiful film made, smiled proudly from the audience.

If you have not seen Dustin Lance Black’s short, but moving acceptance speech — broadcast to over 30 million Americans Sunday night — please take a moment to watch it now. Then sign our note of congratulations to Dustin, Sean, and Cleve and thank them for their life-changing film. If you feel so inspired, please write a short note letting them know how “Milk” has touched your life:

http://www.couragecampaign.org/ThankYouForMilk

As Dustin put it backstage in an interview after his acceptance speech, he felt that this appearance on the Oscar stage was an opportunity to “pay it forward” to millions of people — especially teenagers living in fear of what might happen if they come out:

“For me, the whole thing was always to… pay it forward. You know, Harvey gave me his story… Oh, I’m going to cry [pauses to compose himself]… Harvey gave me his story and it saved my life. And I just thought it’s time to pass it on… The only thing I really knew I wanted to say was to tell those kids out there that they’re going to be alright.”

They are going to be OK, but only if we all follow in the footsteps of Harvey Milk and continue fighting for equality for all Americans.

You can help Dustin Lance Black pay it forward now by sending this email to your friends and family — especially the people who most need to watch his inspiring acceptance speech. Then sign our congratulatory note to Dustin, Sean Penn, and Cleve Jones and consider adding a few words of your own about what “Milk” means to you:

http://www.couragecampaign.org/ThankYouForMilk

Thank you for sharing this momentous speech with the people you care about the most and giving them the opportunity to share it with their loved ones as well.

Rick Jacobs
Chair

P.S. In addition to being the driving forces behind making “Milk” a reality, Dustin Lance Black and Cleve Jones were both active in working to defeat Prop 8 before the election. And they were both in the streets in the aftermath of Prop 8’s passage, protesting the enshrinement of discrimination into California’s state constitution. Cleve also gave the keynote speech at the first Camp Courage in Los Angeles and plans to attend the Fresno training on March 7-8.

Please thank Dustin and Cleve now for bringing Harvey Milk’s life to millions of people and for their ongoing activism in the movement to restore marriage equality to California:

http://www.couragecampaign.org/ThankYouForMilk

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Courage Campaign Issues is part of the Courage Campaign’s online organizing network that empowers over 600,000 grassroots and netroots activists to push for progressive change in California.

I have not seen the film … and am hoping someone sends me a DVD when it’s out in that format. I did, however, live the history.

How far have we come? A long way, no doubt, but there is still far to go.

My friends are no longer dropping like flies and funerals don’t happen monthly as they seemed to some years ago, but as long as anyone considers a person’s choices in love a reason to reduce the value, restrict the rights or condemn in any way, the fight is still on.

Fifty years ago today, the plane carrying Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper crashed in a snow storm, killing all on board.

Buddy was 22-years-old.

His music and legend live on.

And for an almost eerie icing on the cake, this vid of John Lennon singing Buddy Holly.

From Precidio to Battery, someone changed all the street signs on Bush Street to Obama … and what had been “end” Bush was the best of them all.

How cool is this?

The San Fransisco street formerly known as Bush

The San Fransicso street formerly known as Bush

The Internet on this bloody island died last night at just past 11pm … right in the middle of an important skype call and long before I was done with all I had to do.

My ISP has a “hot line” which is ALWAYS switched off outside of working hours … so actually cold as a corpse … but I do have the manager’s private cell phone number. Dialing fingers, for sure, only to find that that phone is also switched off .. en tenye, in Creole.

Fuck.

So, I go to bed. Fine. Whatevahhhhhhhh …

As always, I’m awake before 6am, grab my ‘puter, and, of course, find that nothing has been fixed and there is STILL no access. Dead as a doornail … and thanks for the explanation of that term, Andy …. as it was before I hit the hay.

Dialing again … Romano, Selwyn, Richard-the-hot-line-guy-for-the-night … en tenye.

Fuck.

I’m cursing island life, the cavalier attitudes of everyone with a job they are supposed to do … for which they charge a bloody fortune, by the way … stomping around infuriated by people who turn their phones off rather than do their jobs, and waiting for 7:00 to roll around in hopes that by then one of these incompetent jerks will be awake and reachable.

Then, what to my wondering eyes does appear before me?

A double rainbow just off my bedroom balcony.

Huge, it arcs from one side of the bay to beyond, emptying its pot of gold on the beach below me.

Okay. Fine. I get it.

I have work to do, people to contact, connections to make, demands upon me …

AND

A double rainbow to put that all in a beautiful perspective.

I’m paying attention now.

(I’d provide a photo of said double rainbow, but … the batteries I just bought for the camera are dead fresh out of the pack.

Island life … sigh.)