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Macyme & Jeremy’s Wedding

almostWe were back in Buffalo a couple of weekends ago, for the wedding of Macyme and Jeremy – Flickr gallery.

We had a lovely time, and I was glad to have so many old friends together at once.

But, poor little Maid of Honor Presley got sick after giving her toast at the reception. We all thought she was just choked up and emotional, but it turns out that she was holding back “chunks”.

Anyway, congrats, guys!


Here is my Godson, Tommy…


Godson, by nedward.

I was in Buffalo this past weekend to celebrate my Grandma’s 100th birthday, and got to see my cousins Maggie, Lauren, Sarah, and Emma.

Flood in Quincy

Poor Jason & Kim… all this rain that fell this weekend found its way into their basement.


Three Lambrettas (a DL, Starstream and Cento), all of Jason’s clothes, tools, washer and dryer, furniture… all under water. So sad.

Presley and I had both of our scooters down there until Saturday afternoon, when we decided to truck them down to JavaSpeed for repair– talk about dodging a bullet.

I just feel so bad for those guys. It really sucks.


Marci was in town for a job interview at Harvard, so we took wednesday off from work, and headed for the beach in Gloucester.

not crowded
So much less crowded on weekdays…


Having just finished Tipping Point, I dug into a couple
hundred pages of Malcolm Gladwell’s new book, Blink


…and, we enjoyed a big jug of homemade Sangria.

John Doe Mexican

I received a message from our friend Karla today, about what her boyfriend Steve is up to this summer. He’s a public-school teacher, and is currently working to produce a documentary titled John Doe: Mexican, on border crossers in the Southwest.

Sounds like an interesting project, which he will be blogging about:

John Doe Mexican is an hour-long documentary that captures the struggle to value human life, even in death.

The dead have no names here. For Mexican border crossers, Southern Arizona’s Sonoran desert is an unforgiving and, all too often, murderous landscape. John Doe Mexican follows a handful of people who have made it their business to end these desert deaths and to name John Doe.

Karla said that he is looking for feedback and questions, so feel free to leave a comment on his blog.

The Work/Life Balance

My main project’s current phase is winding down this week, as I delivered the final eLearning courses last night. So, now I have time to reflect and hopefully resume posting on a regular basis.

Today, I took a few minutes to go through Bloglines, and laughed when I saw Dan Cederholm’s Current Work/Life Balance diagram

Why do we do this to ourselves? No matter how many vendors I offshore to, or contractors I hire, it always seems to come down to me at my desk, and 70-hour weeks. And, that’s where the “life” part tanks.

Well, it’s time for the summer to begin. I want to go camping for a week or so on the Cape or Islands. I don’t see any campgrounds on Nantucket, but we’re considering Martha’s Vineyard Family Campground.

Anyone know of any good places on the Outer Cape?

UPDATE: This is more how I felt…


It seems to me that marriage is in the air… This past weekend, Presley and I were back in ancestoral Buffalo, so she could attend Macyme’s bridal shower. Macyme and Mr. Skipants are retardedly in love, and it shows. If only they’d stop drooling…

And, I see that Casey and Jess tied the knot this past weekend. What a tease, only 1 photo.

Congrats to both couples.


“Tattoo”, posted by nedward

Presley’s new tattoo, done by Custom Claire, of Fat Ram’s Pumpkin Tattoo, Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts.

8-year Anniversary

Just a note of thanks to Stef & Nobuko for recommending Dali’s for our anniversary dinner.

Presley and I have been together now for 8 years, and I don’t think we’ve ever had a finer experience. Because of the blizzard, we had to delay one day, but it was worth the wait… (a couple of photos of us… gag!)

Tapas items that we ordered:

  • Mejillones con Aguacate (Green-Lipped Mussels w/Avocado)
  • Queso de Cabra Montaña (Baked Goat Cheese w/Tomato & Basil)
  • Gambas al Ajillo (Garlic Shrimp)
  • Vieiras al Azafrán (Scallops in Saffron Cream)
  • Ravioles de Mariscos (Lobster/Crabmeat Ravioli w/Langostino Sauce)
  • Solomillo en Tostada (Beef Tenderloin w/Pimento on Toast)

And, for dessert:

  • Filloa al Licor (Fruit-filled Dessert Crepe accented with Chocolate Sauce and Orange Liquor)

Some Anniversaries past:


“brick”, posted by nedward

I love the space inside the Enormous Room, in Central Square — especially these steel lanterns (which I hit my head on…)

12 Bars of Christmas Charity Pub Crawl

We participated in the 12 Bars of Christmas Charity Pub Crawl in Boston last night, with donations going to the New England Center for Children and the Boston Medical Children with AIDS Program.

Ned & Presley

I feel a bit guilty claiming this was for charity, since all we did was drink heavily, over and 8-hour day, in a pack of Santa-hat wearing revelers… but, we did had a lot of fun with Jason, Kim, Casey, Jess, and the rest of the pack. Thanks to Autumn, for organizing.

Warning ticket

warning ticket

“warning ticket”, by nedward

Not a good idea, blowing a stop sign in your own ‘hood. Luckily, I got off with a warning.

Cars are stupid… even Saabs.

Apple Picking

From Flickr: Guess what Presley found? No really, there weren't many apples to pick.Last summer, after we were forced out of our beloved Mass Ave apartment, due to negligent fire, we were fortunate to be taken in by some truly great people. And these people invited us to go apple picking last year, something I hadn’t done since I was a kid. It was the kind of thing you don’t do enough, living in the city.

This year, the crew consisted of Jason & Liz, Bryan & Jill, and Presley & I. We headed further up the North Shore this year, to Ipswich, MA. Seemed like a lovely town, though we spent all of our time on the farm.

How great is it that they make you take a hay ride before you can pick apples?

The Drink

I just want to point out that I am not always the drunkard in the family… Ocasionally, the lady of the house tips a few too many back.

Thanks to J., who is documenting all of this:

Okay, so I think I need to add that I didn’t actually throw up, because I can handle my booze. but I was thinking about it because I guess someone did actually get sick after leaving my house the other day.

This is probably more the exception than the rule, but oh well. We’re young.


pet-pieve: I answer the telephone, (though it reads “unkown caller”), the voice on the other end asks for someone who does not reside here, and when I politely inform them of this fact, they hang up without response.

And, they call back twice, with the same bad manners.

…no wonder I never answer.

Happy Chinese New Year

4702, The year of the monkey.

Day 3: On to Key West

After breakfast as Magrove Mike’s in Islamorada, we started heading west. We stopped briefly at the Bahia Honda State Park Beach for some sun and splash. I read, while Presley napped.

Arriving in Key West, we missed the Sunset celebration because I needed to find an Internet Cafe—my boss called me and told me that I had forgotten to submit my timesheet, and if I would like to get paid, I had better do so. So, after the business was taken care of at the Sippin’ Cafe, we checked in the La Pensione Inn on Truman Ave. near Duvall Street. Apparently Harry S spent some time here.

Heading out onto Duvall Street should be an adventure, but we found most of the restuarants and bars to be lacking in patrons—maybe it’s the time of the year. After walking around for what seemed like hours, we settled on Caroline’s Cafe for dinner, because you could sit outside and drink Margaritas and Coronas while watching revelers on the street. God, there are so many old people here!

After downing a few drinks with dinner, (I had the Mahi-Mahi cooked cajun style, Presley had a whole cooked chicken, I kid you not), we decided to hit a few bars. There was the Irish bar, with the village drunks (and no females), and then there was the Karaoke bar next to Crabby Dicks, with Marie behind the bar, and Karaoke’ers belting our Country songs in the back. At least there were some women at this place… Presley did a rousing rendition of Cheap Trick’s I Want You to Want Me, though I think this crowd didn’t appreciate it as much as I did.

Day 2: Key Largo, Snorkeling & Sailing

What a busy day! We got up this morning, determined to go snorkeling. We’ve learned one thing about Key Largo—there is utterly nothing worth doing in Key Largo besides snorkeling, diving and outdoor activities. We rented a dual kayak, and paddled around the mangroves in the Pennekamp State Park .

And, at 1:30, we took a 38’ Catamaran sailing out to the coral reef, strapped on some fins and masks, and plunged into the 72-degree water to look at fish. Even though 72-degrees sounds like warm water, it’s better to wear a wet-suit, though it will make you look ridiculous. We saw these blue and yellow zebra fish, a foot-long rainbow looking fish, and some gray barracudas who looked unamused. Note for future reference: bring clothes for the sail back to shore, no matter what the cabana boys say in the gray shed.

Following the advice of our Captain (what was his name?), an old former hippie who had been sailing for 22 years, Presley and I headed for Bentley’s, south to MM 83, for dinner. As we arrived, we noticed a man and his daughter that sailed with us earlier in the day—apparently they took the same advice from the Captain. We chatted at the bar with Danielle and Mr. Bernstein from North Carolina. She is a freshman at Virginia Tech, studying chemistry, which was my first major, afterall.

When we were finally seated, we went a little overboard (pun?), and went with 1 dozen steamed clams. Presley ordered a glass of Riesling, and the Grassy Key Lime Yellowtail, and I asked for a glass of Fume Blanc from Sonoma, and the Yellowtail stuffed with crab meat. mmmm… This was definitely the place to eat, though I think Ballyhoo’s has better food, (though, in a much more casual atmosphere).

Day 1, Part I: Boston to Miami Beach

It’s freezing! temperature is in the teens, and we’re late out the door to Logan. Since we live closest to the Green line , we decide to walk over the Charles to the B-line. But, temperature is in the teens! I’m wearing a light jean jacket with a thick wool turtleneck sweater, a knit hat, but no gloves! Pulling my suitcase around the rotary, and onto the bridge—it’s sooo cold. And it’s almost 7am. Our flight leaves at 8:05!

Presley hands me one of her gloves (for the suitcase-carrying hand), and we both bury our bare hand in a pocket. Speed-walking down across the bridge, I start to get nervous on time—we’re living under Orange-alert these days and Logan isn’t the easiest thing to get to without driving…

Desperate measures! We call Boston Cab, and have them meet us on the Boston side of the Charles. 5 minutes later, a cab pulls up, and our driver throws our suitcases in the trunk. I’m glad to be out of the cold.

15 minutes later—7:15—we’re pulling up to Terminal C, having travelled southbound in the new big dig tunnel for the first time. The fare is $22.15, thought the driver says he hit the wrong button and overcharges… I give him $30—far too much, but he got us there quick, and that kind of solace is worth a 50% tip.

Just made it through security to board our Song Airlines flight to Ft. Lauderdale. As cheery and stylish the new Song branding is, the brand doesn’t extend well into the cabin. Sure, the seats are leather, but they’re this odd light blue color, and each seat has a bright accent leather—pink, green, orange. I think that it’s supposed to be stylish, but it comes off looking like an airline for the Romper Room set… very Micky Mouse. Perhaps Kate Spade hasn’t put her final touches on yet.

X-mas in Buffalo

Ornament on the familial X-mas tree

Ornament on the familial X-mas tree

Macy and Jeremy at Spot Coffee, Elmwood Ave.

Macy and Jeremy at Spot Coffee, Elmwood Ave

Exhibit at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery

Exhibit at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery

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I'm 26!I’m now twenty-six years old. And my girlfriend is making me cupcakes to take to work tomorrow (today).

Isn’t that wonderful?

Thanksgiving Prefix

We’re awaiting company for the holiday– Presley’s mom, mom’s boyfriend Marc, and sister Kelly are joining us in a proper New England Thanksgiving.

The pumpkin and corn breads smell wonderful, the turkey is still thawing, and we picked out a few nice wines to go with dinner. Ok, so maybe the Puritans didn’t drink French wine– or wine at all– but I’m sticking to the “proper New England Thanksgiving”.

The funniest part (to me) was that our 1-month old Sears Kenmore refrigerator died yesterday– luckily we were able to shuttle off various bits to neighbors’ fridges, and get a repairman to the apartment today. It’s not going to be Pieces of April (which incidentally is really quite good, and you should go see it).

Buy Our Couch

We’re selling our small couch (loveseat) — come see it this weekend, and take it off our hands.

Weekend of the Sippy Cup

Friday, after a long week of work and another sucessful delivery, I met Presley and Tbone at the Sunset.

…where I knocked over a pint of Carlsberg on the table.

Saturday, I visited Presley at the diner, and reached for the paper.

…where I knocked my iced coffee into my lap.

Today, Monday, I came to work and grabbed a bagel and coffee.

…and, somehow when I reached for the doorknob, I dropped the coffee on the floor where it went all over the place.

Response from Presley:

ooooo baby. you need a sippy cup…

Fire Sale, Part I

Well, it turns out that we own too much stuff… so we’re trying to sell off some furniture in our Fire Sale.

Pictures are posted temporarily…