The honeymoon photos will be a wee bit slower in appearing (I’m still editing them). My plan is to serialize our travels (on a day-by-day basis) and post the photos as each day’s story appears, so keep checking here for updates.

Well, we’re married now! I’m already back in Seattle and Rebecca is wrapping up her first week in med school—in case you haven’t heard, it’s the prestigious Baylor College of Medicine! I’m almost back in the swing of things (currently I’m a bit ill), but have quite a few photos in store for our readers (all two of them).

I’m still editing our honeymoon photos, the rehearsal dinner photos are in the middle of quite a long upload, but the good news is all of our wedding photos—well all the ones we liked—are now online.

The best place to get started is the Our Wedding collection, which contains 15 not-necessarily-disjoint sets dividing the big event into handy semantic categories. The tagging of individuals in the (around 2,000) photos isn’t quite complete, so the ever-fun “show me photos of him and her but without that guy” searches are—for the time being—sadly impossible. You can, however, download the full resolution version of any photo: just hit “All Sizes” and download the original. Enjoy!

I didn’t have this realization until a week after the announcement came out, but the announcement coincided with the exact six year anniversary of our first date – our bike ride and picnic at Lions Park on February 15, 2003!  I didn’t look at the calendar when I submitted the form to the Temple Daily Telegram.  How did they know???  I didn’t even realize it when it first came out, but I’ll take it as a good sign

For now, enjoy the wonderful Leatherman Charge, the gift Rebecca got me for my birthday (November 5th for all you who don’t celebrate this Christmas-in-November). It came in handy trying to open some stupid lightbulb packaging.

Co-op zombie apocalypse fun for ages 17 and up!

But signs had already started appearing that not all was well: during the Boot Camp process, I noticed my filesystem had some issues that I (wrongly) believed were fixable. I ran a repair utility and kept on gaming, forgetting anything was ever wrong.

The next day before work, I rebooted into OS X so I could load the latest episode of our president-elect’s weekly radio podcast onto my iPhone. Strangely, iTunes claimed my install was corrupted. Yeah, whatever. I download the latest iTunes .dmg and mount it, even letting the checksum complete (yeah, I’m usually impatient and skip this part). The installer does its thing for a while before erroring out with a message telling me the install media is damaged. Um, no. No it’s not. Now I know something’s up.

So I pass on my weekly episode of Obamarama and head off to work, shutting down my computer to save power. I get home late (after nine) and boot up the old girl so read my news and mail. No chime (this has been broken for a while), then grey screen, then Apple logo, then spinner, then…

I hear all my drives spin down and the machine die. What? This isn’t supposed to happen. I try to reboot into Windows XP. Well, that works. I try OS X again: no luck.

I’ve got good backups in place so I won’t be losing any crucial data, but all my website development tools are in OS X and I’m not about to start working in Windows XP. So the planned site update for this weekend isn’t going to happen. Instead, I’ll be increasing the frequency I post to the blog, so stay tuned.

I’m considering jumping ship from our lightbox clone to a more proper one. You know, one that doesn’t require you to break the lexical rules of a rel attribute just to make a gallery. Also, I have some frustrations to vent to the Firefox team, but I’ll save those for later.

If anyone doesn’t like their headshot, file a bug report .

One aisle over a certain item keeps tempting me: San Saba River Pecan Company’s Apple and Pecan Preserve. Unfortunately, I can’t bring myself to spend the $7.99 it costs here. If a fellow Texan could help out this new Seattleite, they’d surely receive some nice coffee beans in return.

A Pike Place Vendor

While shopping at the grocery store today, I was reminded of a line from Persepolis in which the recently emigrated protagonist sees her frequency of visits to the grocer as indicative of a need to go out and meet people. Well, perhaps I should find a few more friends in my new city, but I can’t help it: I really like going grocery shopping.

Without a regional giant such as H-E-B, Seattle seems to be able to harbor a larger variety of grocers, each catering to a specific socioeconomic stratum, ethics system, or cuisine affinity. And though capitalism usually leads to a consolidation of wealth that contributes nothing to personal happiness and unity, in this instance–against all odds–something has turned out right. My hypothesis is that a reduced reliance on automobiles has produced an environment in which any company can swoop in and grab a bunch of customers on the sole basis that these customers will have to walk/bike/bus for less time than before.

The results are encouraging. Metropolitan Market, QFC, Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, Safeway, Uwajimaya, and others too numerous to name are all within minutes by bus (or foot!). My personal favorite is currently Metropolitan Market, a slightly upscale, Western, stocks-organic-but-not-afraid-to-sell-mainstream-brands, intimate shop with a great produce and deli selection.

I’m not quite sure what it is I like so much about a good grocery store. I think it is some combination of my loves for good cooking, good design, and picturesque places that draws me in. Typical American consumerism is as a matter of fact revolting, but the abundance on display at a good grocer makes me proud of my country. The colors and textures present in the produce section, the methodical, repeated rhythm of the logos in the soups and sauces aisle, and the hustle-and-bustle of the butchers and bakers imbue the surroundings with a sense of life unmatched anywhere except the open street markets–people are here to buy that they may go on living.

Choice can be paralyzing, but in this one instance, I’m happy to stand in front of a wall of jams trying to decide exactly which grape jelly I want this month.

3.4.1 To the marriage of type and text, both parties bring their cultural presumptions, dreams and family obligations. Accept them.

Each text, each manuscript (and naturally, each language and each alphabet) has its own requirements and expectations. Some types are more adaptable than others in meeting these demands. But typefaces too have their individual habits and presumptions. Many of them, for instance, are rich with historical and regional connections… For the moment, consider just the sociology and alliances of typefaces. What kinds of families and alliances do they form?

This passage is from Bringhurst’s definitive The Elements of Typographic Style, of course. It got me to wondering: What typefaces are we? Which are our families? Does this metaphor actually hold any water, or am I just up way too late? I’ll give it some thought in the morning.

P.S. – If you know where it is, don’t spoil the surprise for others!