Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Kelly, Blogger

Kelly, who writes occasional entries for the Macworld editors' blog, had an interesting piece yesterday on her experience finding a wedding photographer. (I say "her experience" and not "our experience," since I was not consulted too much during the process — in fact, I wanted to hire the guy who made the bride look like a scary plastic doll!)

Kelly's main point is that most wedding photographers are not making a smooth transition to digital. Few of them are willing to just give you the digital images, since they make most of their money making prints for you — at inflated prices.

I thought the piece was right on, but it's already stirred up some serious ire among wedding photographers. Some say that digital photography is still inferior to film, while others say they have to charge a lot for prints in order to make a living.

I say, give me a break, wedding photographer prices are OUTRAGEOUS. And if most of them have to go out of business (or, more likely, just do it on a part-time basis), that's called progress. I remember another group that did a lot of the same kind of carping — they were called buggy whip salesmen.

Friday, September 23, 2005

You Might As Well Jump

Nice to see they're going ahead with the ski-jump plan...after a lot of whining from people in that neighborhood.

It's going to take place Wednesday and Thursday of next week at the intersection of Fillmore and Vallejo in Pacific Heights.

Speaking of events, Sunday is the Folsom Street Fair. Apparently they close all the nearby alleyways (in addition to Folsom Street itself), so we may be trapped in our apartment. I don't own any assless chaps, but perhaps I could repurpose some of my other clothes to fit in (assless Dockers?).

Pre-Wedding Pictures

Kelly posted some more photos on that site.

These don't quite give you a sense of just how cold it was at the picnic — or the quality of singing at the karaoke bar. But maybe it's best if you don't try to imagine these things.

The future wife and her future mother-in-law.

Note the umlaut.

A friendly hug...or merely an attempt to stay warm?

I feel like Bill was making that same hand gesture all weekend.

Engaging in some extreme sports.

They moved down the Peninsula to get away from this kind of weather!

Her Kiki Dee to my Elton John.

"The Girl from Ipanema..."

Big Guy takes the stage.

I just want to note that of these three people, I am clearly the least into it.

A friendly hug...or an attempt by Kelly to show off her French manicure?

I'm not sure what song inspired this kind of enthusiam.

I believe the technical term for this is "disco inferno."

The night comes to an end with a surprise appearance...and a very special rendition of "Piano Man."

Thursday, September 22, 2005

More Pictures

Kelly posted a bunch of wedding shots on this site. All in all, a nice bunch of photos.

Here are a few samples (you can click on them to make them bigger)...

Kelly's train.

Here's us "keeping it real" by posing in front of the Bay Bridge -- and not the Golden Gate.

Those flasks contain actual brandy.

Father-son moment.

Here's the whole wedding party, in front of "Cupid's Span."

Anti-social French smokers.

Walking mom down the aisle.

After the ceremony...

We look at danger and we laugh our heads off.

Would Rick make a speech that actually mentions prostitutes? Why yes, he would.

More cringing during Mike's speech.

Kelly gets misty-eyed at the mention of malt liquor.

Our table.

The "spaz" table.

I believe Gloria Estefan had this couple in mind when she said, "The rhythm is gonna get you."

My ill-fated attempt to dip Kelly. (Actually, it doesn't look so bad here. Hopefully no one remembers the truth.)

Here the photographer uses a special effect to make it seem like there was actual dancing going on.

I'm pretty sure the ink on those cards was toxic.

Dylan recreates a scene from the Abu Ghraib prison.

The inevitable pinata-on-head moment.

Haverford in the haverhouse.

I don't recall what happened here, which is probably just as well.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Wedding Photos

We're starting to get some of the photos from the wedding back, which is fun (the one shown here is from my father). I'll try to post more as they come in.

Yesterday we had the pictures from the disposable cameras developed. Um, whoa....I don't think there's any outright nudity, but I feel like some people took liberties.

--Shots of the women's rest room
--Shots taken under the table (let's just say, thank god everyone was wearing underwear)
--Shots of people pointing out other people's cleavage (you know who you are)
--Really close-up shots of something pink that I don't want to think about

Thursday, September 15, 2005


Lot of rites of passage going on around here...

My friend, ex-co-worker, and co-best man Mike Tarsala just had a baby boy (well, technically his wife Amy did the honors). The baby is called John Michael (they named him in honor of a relative, not country singer John Michael Montgomery -- though I think we'd all agree JMM's version of "I Can Love You Like That" is worthy of tribute).

Mike was friend enough to make it to the wedding even though Amy was about to give birth and couldn't travel. Hmm... does this make him a good friend or just a terrible father? Just kidding -- luckily Mike is too busy right now to read this blog. Or is he??

Monday, September 12, 2005

I'm Back

Alright, I'm back to the daily grind. Hopefully you BuboBlog readers have subsided on alternate news sources in my absence.

I am still adjusting to being married. Today some woman with my last name started e-mailing me in an overly friendly manner. I was like, "Hey lady, I don't know who you are, but I'm a married man." Then I realized that this was actually my wife! (Apparently the Macworld e-mail system moved quickly with the name change.) Anyway, this is the kind of stuff I'll have to get used to.

We had a great week in Tahoe after the wedding. In lieu of a normal honeymoon, we essentially acted out a movie-style montage of things that people are supposed to do on honeymoons. That included:

—Paddling a two-person kayak
—Riding a tandem bicycle
—Horseback riding
—Having champagne delivered to our hotel room

Unfortunately, there were a few mishaps. For one, I didn't adequately apply sunblock during the kayaking session. Since my shins hadn't seen any sun since the first Clinton administration, they became VERY BADLY BURNED. I tried to suffer in silence, since I didn't want my injury to interfere with the honeymoon, but I did occasionally scream "I'M VERY BADLY BURNED" (sometimes in public).

There also was an unfortunate incident when we checked out of the Bed and Breakfast. The innkeepers had provided a CD of Muzak love songs for us to enjoy while we were in the room. Anyway, as we were leaving, Kelly accidentally (?) threw this CD in with our other CDs. To make matters worse, Kelly left behind a CD that I had burned specifically for the honeymoon! So we had to drive back to the inn later and rectify the situation (my disc "The Honey + Moon Roadtrip Mix" happened to have a picture of a leprechaun's bare ass on the cover, which made the scene additionally awkward). Since this is not Kelly's first instance of stealing (she also "accidentally" walked out of Z Gallery with some paper lanterns or something), I don't know what to think!

I also did pretty much the worst job of packing in the history of honeymoons (if not of trips in general — including the Donner Party voyage). Here are some things I neglected to bring:

—Footware appropriate to the beach or boats (sandals, flip-flops, etc.)
—Short-sleeve shirts
—Any underwear

The last one seems especially unforgivable, since it's not like I could say, "Oh, I didn't realize underwear would be required here"...well, maybe I could have said that, but I probably would have burned something far worse than my shins [Hey-o! -ed.].

Fortunately, we were able to obtain clothing at a local shop. But it meant that I was wearing T-shirts with "Lake Tahoe Co-Ed Beach Club" and the like emblazoned on them the whole time. This, along with the pink shins, the tandem bicycle and the oversized bicycle helmet, made for an unfortunate combination. Luckily, I don't think Kelly can annul the marriage on grounds of general dorkiness (can she? someone please check on that).

Black (Squirrel) Power

Hello readers,

I'm back from my honeymoon, but before I elaborate, what the heck is Haverford doing on the front page of the New York Times Sunday sports section?? Check it out.