Which orgs are fighting for equal marriage rights?

Terminus Est needs your input. Please submit in the comments your favorite org(s) that are fighting to guarantee marriage rights to all citizens, regardless of sexual orientation, and why you like them. The Wikipedia article on Gay rights organizations lists like 114 orgs in the US alone.

I already donate to Immigration Equality, which puts effort into reforming immigration law so that people can sponsor their LGBT and HIV positive partners for green cards, which, even if you live in a sate with legal gay marriage, currently you cannot do. Now I’m looking for orgs which are working for marriage equality.

Mad Fuses

Whatever you say, buddy.

There was an a lot of response to my mention of a cabinet in my office that protested suspiciously that it contained no fuses.

There was pretty much universal demand that I open the cabinet, to find out if there were fuses, no fuses, or spring snakes in there.

Only Adam, however, took up the challenge of explaining the presence of the mystifying label, in light of my claim that labels are only applied in cases where the information on them is not self-evident, and that there is a cost associated with not knowing that information. Check on the info not being self-evident, no check on there being a cost to not knowing the information. Adam tried to explain that there was, maybe, a cost:

Frequently, the precise switch or fuse, is unlabeled and elusive. Example: My parents’ apartment has many intricacies (electrically speaking), poor labeling, and a poetic absence of order or common sense. If I were looking for the right fuse, and couldn’t find it, and saw a box like the one here in the pic, I would appreciate knowing that that NO FUSES were inside before I went ahead and opened it. Granted, opening the box usually isn’t such a big deal. Unless it is closed with screws, locked, or if there is just a bunch of crap conveniently positioned in front of it which would need to be moved before opening it (like at Mom and Dad’s).


Not a terrible theory, but what I hadn’t shown before was the context around that cabinet. Here, then, is the whole picture:

Wait, what about those other ones?

As you can see, the cabinet with allegedly no fuses in it (middle, top) is surrounded by 3 other cabinets, none of which have NO FUSES signs on them. For Adam’s theory to be correct, either that cabinet has to look more like it has fuses in it than the others, or all the other cabinets do have fuses in them, or they ran out of “NO FUSES” signs after just one.

No, let me stop you there. Don’t weigh the options. Instead, I will reveal what is inside that cabinet, and what is more, I will reveal what is in the cabinets alongside it!

Aptly labeled. But why?

Ooooh... that makes -- no, actually that makes no sense at all.

The cabinet in question? Well, it’s true, there are no fuses in it! And the semanticist in me even appreciates that there may be a distinction being made, although it unquestionably contains strips of metal that bridge circuits — those heavy, thick copper plates are more like permanent switches than fuses, because they are clearly not designed for the purpose of breaking a circuit by burning away when they are overloaded. They are probably the electric company’s demarc.

Do, however, take note of what is in the cabinet directly below this cabinet with no fuses in it. Go ahead and click through to the full-size image if you can’t tell… no wait I’ll just tell you IT’S FUSES.

I submit to you that really that wall should look like this:

Emphasize the positive!

No, no, I got that part

Three nights ago, I had overshot my subway station on my way home because I stayed on the express one extra stop. So it was that I came to wait on the Nostrand St. C train platform Manhattan-bound. While I waited, a man sat down next to me on the bench, listening to music so loudly in his Dr. Dre beats that I could hear it all quite well even though those are big cover-your-ears cans.

He looked to be a con-ed employee recently off-shift, because he had a blue hard hat dangling from his rucksack. The music was a typical modern blend: a rapper rapping a verse and an R&B singer singing a chorus. The R&B was uninteresting but the rapper had a style I thought I recognized… but couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

The train came and we both took our seats on it, and because this guy sat next to me I tapped him and asked, when he removed his phones, “what are you listening to?”

He looked at me and said matter-of-factly, “Rap. Rap music.”