Yoda you seek? Jedi knight you think you are? Icthus on car you want not? In luck you are today.May the Force be with your wedding reception. Still looking for a lightsaber to cut the cake with . . . Meanwhile, Cake Wrecks has your number, O Jedi bride. Alternatively, make the cake yourself. And . . . . Continue Reading »
Nothing but Star Wars, Star Wars todaaaaaay . . . The more I think about Jedi as an organized religion, the more I can’t stop thinking about it. Actually, I use the word “organized” loosely. It seems that being a Jedi is more like being a Mason, or maybe a Boy Scout, than it is . . . . Continue Reading »
So, you’re getting married, and you want, in the words of AdvantageBridal.com, to “celebrate your Christianity along with your wedding day.” Some people get married in cowboy boots, and some people have dogs in their wedding parties, and some people get married skydiving; you want . . . . Continue Reading »
. . . ways of not playing out in quite the way you’d envisioned sometimes. At least, that’s one way to put it. A friend once told me the story of a play he’d been in, or seen, or heard about, or had a friend who had a friend who had heard this story from someone who was in it, or . . . . Continue Reading »
Now, you will find this difficult to believe, but when I got married, lo these many years ago — on my last anniversary I should properly have received something bronze, like a nice equestrian statue of Marcus Aurelius — there was no such thing as software. I mean, not practically . . . . Continue Reading »
Recently I witnessed a spectacle unlike anything I have seen in twenty years: a mass wedding celebrated by the Reverend Sun Myung Moon. On April 27, 2002, in the ballroom of a large hotel on the fringe of America’s capital, I watched as Moon formalized the wedding vows of—or so he . . . . Continue Reading »
It’s been three days now. We continue to find splinters of rice clinging to our scalps; piercing no skin but adamant, predatory at the root. They will not be removed. Thinking back to the Mass we recall the smallest things—yellow neckties splashed with ciliated . . . . Continue Reading »
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