CHANGE OF PLANS: Sasha and I are, in his words, about to "pull a Ruth and Lila." That is, we're getting legally married next month with no trappings of weddingness. This does not in any way change our plans to have a wedding with friends and family in attendance, probably in Santa Barbara on June 25. Especially since I've already ordered a wedding dress that will not arrive until February at the earliest. Also because I want all my friends and family to be there at my wedding.
We decided to get the legal aspect of the marriage done ahead of time because it will save us significant amounts of money on both taxes and health care coverage. Only our immediate families (parents and siblings) are invited to attend the legal ceremony. Everyone who we were originally planning to invite to the June wedding is still invited. Those invitations will be mailed in a few months.
HOW NOT TO WRITE A SENTENCE: Rabbi Abraham Cooper, assistant dean of the international Jewish human rights group The Simon Wiesenthal Center, had this to say about The Protocols of the Elders of Zion:
This forgery, first penned by members of the Czarist secret police, the Okhrana, has been used by tyrants throughout the last 100 years to justify the persecution of Jews, including Adolf Hitler.
FRUSTRATION: I haven't posted anything serious on this blog since before the summer started. Nor have I been posting recently on the Reason blog. I don't know why.
Also, every single cheese in my fridge was spoiled when I went to eat some yesterday.
Me: incidentally, I think "Scholars" is a great word to have in the same of your singing group.
Sister: i'd have to agree
Me: Just think how it would improve the names of famous modern bands. Scholars 20. The Backstreet Scholars. Scholar Pumpkins.
Sister: lol
Me: Actually, I really love Scholar Pumpkins.
Me: I'll have to think of something to name that.
I HAD A DREAM that Arnold Schwarzenegger, as part of a reelection bid, was holding a raffle to take three people (each with another guest) to Disney's California Adventure. Dahlia and I were very excited about this and wanted to enter, but raffle tickets were only being sold in Australia. So we got on a very fast boat (it could cross the Pacific in about 10 minutes while everything blurred by around you) with a few other people. But our navigation was off, and we ended up in Antarctica instead. The others wanted to take a tourist stopover, since we were there anyway, but I was scared that I would "fall off the gravity" even though I knew that was silly. But I was overruled, and we spent a few hours in Antarctica, including in an elevator that kept stopping between floors.
Eventually we left Antarctica, but missed Australia again and landed in New Zealand. It turned out that New Zealand had been settled by the Swiss, so everything there was named Switz-something. But we didn't stay there very long, because the time for buying raffle tickets was running out, so we hopped over to Australia and bought our tickets.
Dahlia won the raffle, and chose me as her guest, so the next thing I know, she and I and four other people and Arnold and some press and security people are running toward the entrance of Disney's California Adventure. Arnold was in front of me, so I jumped up and grabbed him around the shoulders from behind in a bear hug. I told him, "You know, I moved to California just so I could vote for you!" He answered, "Oh, really?" And I said, "No, actually, I moved here because my fiance got a job here," and then we both laughed. We were going to have a great time at the theme park, but I woke up so I don't know what happened.
