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Spent Time

On Tynan

It's early and the whole day is in front of me. How will I spend my time?

When I was in middle school, frozen yogurt was served during recess for fifty cents. Sometimes I had fifty cents, other times I had to borrow it, and other times I didn't get to have frozen yogurt. Back then, it seemed like a pretty big deal. But now, looking back, whether or not I had frozen yogurt had no impact on my life. I don't really remember how it tasted or any particular times that I ate it. If there's any impact, it's probably that I lost a few hours of expected life by eating it.

It's interesting how things that seem like good ideas, or even seem important, can turn out to be completely irrelevant. The anguish over young love, which seemed so strong and so important back then, yet now isn't much more than a blur. The hours spent in school learning things like biology, which have now been totally forgotten. The acquisition or denial of that amazing gadget that we just have to have for Christmas. I waged a yearlong campaign to get an Atari Lynx, and considered not geting one to be one of the toughest struggles I had gone through back then.

I don't bring all this up to say that what happens in childhood doesn't matter, though. Not at all. In that same era, I think about how I met my childhood best friend, Charlie, who taught me Chinese and took me to Taiwan with him. Even today, those experiences (along with many others) are with me. We were issued TI-85 calculators back then, too, which was the first device I ever programmed on. I learned a lot. My parents never really let me watch TV back, and that, amongst so many other good decisions they made, have shaped me in positive ways.

Uganda set to pass Anti-Homosexuality Bill

On jstJSH

Today is a sad, sad day. Forget the fact that it's a Monday - there are worse things about this day to consider. I woke up this morning (as I always do) and did my mandatory half-awake twitter check (@justxJOSH - you know you want to) to find that the Ugandan government are expected to pass the deeply controversial Anti-Homosexuality Bill before the end of the year. Well it looks like the Mayans were right; the end is nigh.

Rebecca Kadaga told The Associated Press that Ugandans "are demanding it," reiterating a promise she made before a meeting on Friday of anti-gay activists who spoke of "the serious threat" posed by homosexuals to Uganda's children. Some Christian clerics at a meeting in Uganda's capital apparently asked for the bill to be passed as and I quote: A Christmas Gift.

A Christmas Gift? What was ever wrong with a box of Guylian chocolates? Heck, I'd settle for a pair of socks compared to the mass execution of innocent people trying to live their lives under the worst of circumstances. Hitler would be so fucking proud.

Anti-gay protesters were outside the meeting with their uninspired signs about homosexuality being an abomination according to the Bible (side note: scholars say that abomination in those days meant something that went against tradition, so socks and sandals and singing Christmas songs in June; both abominations) and all the usual nonsense that comes along with these bigots.

Gay rights activists in Uganda are somehow looking at the bright side of this dire situation by saying that this bill has brought something that used to be a taboo subject to the top of the nation's agenda.

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