Sunday, March 30, 2008
It's just the most wondrous time, really, which means I sometimes find myself speechless and staring at the wall. I love Adam so much and the fact that whichever entity runs this world had the good grace to let him love me back is kind of knocking me out.
Yeah. That's about accurate.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
My brother is my hero.
On Saturday night, his dog Parker was hit and killed by a car. Just writing those words hurts. Parker was a wild child -- the Pit Bull in him made him way energetic and prone to running -- but both the Pit and the Labrador in him made him the sweetest, most affectionate dog. The few times I met him, I saw how he made everyone grin with his wild antics and foot-sitting. He had such love and such life.
I couldn't write about it until now. The pain my brother suffered -- there aren't words.
Today he adopted a two-month-old puppy from the Escondido Animal Shelter. And he gave him the name I would give my own dog. He named him Jake.
I think Parker is somewhere out there watching, and he's happy.
Fagan is awesome. I had him as an anthropology professor at UCSB, and he was entertaining as hell. He went off on how "Louis Leakey was the biggest bastard I ever met" and how Leakey's wife (or was it another anthropologist? Margaret Mead? I don't remember now) "smoked a big phallus of a cigar." You didn't dare fall asleep in his class or he'd get up in your face and berate you.
For the final exam, he had us over to his beautiful house in Montecito (I think) and served us warm English beer. Memories!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.
- Sharon Olds
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
As we've been planning the wedding, I've come to understand that the process somewhat mirrors a relationship itself. There will be times I want to wring his neck, times I'm teary with joy, and times that we're just plain laughing.
Yesterday we sat at World Ground Cafe and wrote our vows. Earlier in the afternoon we got the marriage license and sat joking with the clerk as she printed up the information.
This has been a special time for us. It certainly hasn't been without challenges, but it's been very, very special. When we stand before Rabbi Adam (or, if Rabbi Adam is for some reason terribly delayed, my brother), the work will show itself in the reward.
But I've deliberately planned this wedding to not be the end of the road. I've tried to be as low-key as possible, even in times of stress. I don't want to be one of those brides who walks down the aisle all coy, while everyone else hates her because she made their lives miserable for a year. Not my style.
Besides, we have plans. On April 10, four days after we're married, we're seeing Arlo Guthrie on the UC Berkeley campus. Two days later, we're seeing Carrie Fisher perform at the Berkeley Rep. And on April 15, I turn 34.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Then we went down to City Hall to get the marriage license. There were people in wedding finery getting married right there at the counter. It seemed really anticlimactic. I now understand a little better why we're doing it as we are.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
"What's that high, screeching crap?" I asked. I believed in teaching them real-life phrases.
"This is Russian lesba," they said.
This much seems certain about the events of last October at three housing projects in this town near Puerto Rico’s northern coast: Men working for the municipality entered the projects, rounded up dozens of dogs and cats that they said violated the housing authority’s no-pets policy and took them away.
What happened next is less clear, but a lawsuit filed on behalf of 33 families claims that city employees and contractors drugged and brutalized dozens of animals and then flung them from a 50-foot-tall highway bridge into a weed-choked ravine and left them to die.
Witnesses say they found a pile of dog corpses and skeletons beneath the bridge, but the contractors have denied wrongdoing and city officials have denied responsibility.I won't visit for the same reason I won't visit China: the flagrant disregard for the innate rights of living things, people and animals alike. I won't support these places with my tourist dollars. It's perhaps the most I can do, but at least it is something.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Also, I want to brag about Luke Snyder, the great photographer we've hired for our wedding. I can't wait to work with Luke! His natural, documentary-like style and obvious sense of humor totally jives with my vision -- I knew the minute I saw his site that I wanted to work with him.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Pictures to come. For now, here's a video of us at our suite at the Corinthia Grand Royal Hotel in Budapest. Enjoy. We sure did.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Sandler,
A very warm welcome to the Corinthia Grand Hotel Royal.
Please allow me to take this opportunity to congratulate you on your wedding. We are very pleased that you are spending your honeymoon in Budapest.
On behalf of the entire management and staff, we wish you every happiness, good health, and success.
OK. Holy cow!
First, a little background: Adam and I were going to get married in Prague and spend the vacation as a honeymoon, but the Jewish moms were not happy and I understood. However, Adam had made sure to tell the hotel ... and when we got in, we got good news.
"You've been upgraded to a suite at no extra charge," the smartly dressed guy at the check-in counter said. After the bellhop (!) departed, we got another knock on the door: the sparkling wine. "I hope you're 21," the guy carrying it said.
"Thank you for asking," I said, and toasted him.