Mawwidge

It seems to be time for a photo essay to spruce up this blog, so it doesn't get jealous of the BCS. Because, you know, blogs have feelings.

Conveniently, one of my favorite people got married the other day. Hats off to Shmosh! And his bride, the lovely Rose of Frances.


Yes, they're the cutest. But let's not forget that every good wedding weekend starts with Canteen:




Plus a handful of Joshes. My brother and I both have a Josh (actually a bunch, but two are clearly the most important). To keep them straight, we call them My Josh and Your Josh—or the Rebbe and the Doctor.

Either way, their moms are proud. Just look at those faces.




After picnics come weddings, like so.

the bride prepares

the bride declaims

the bride chats

signing the ketubah

mark observes

the wedding party

marriage? hilarious.

No celebration is complete without at least one fabulous grandma whose accessories could be used as a powerful weapon.

i wish you could see that the belt was red

It seems like the thing to do

I just realized, am I supposed to say something about hitting the 10,000 mark on my blog counter thing?

So . . . um . . . BOO-yah!

Note to self:

Don't ever wear sandals in San Francisco at night.

It doesn't matter if it's 90 degrees all day long, if you can stroll around in a skirt and T-shirt in the sunny sunshine at lunchtime, kicking up your heels and wishing there were no such thing as an office or a deadline, imagining a beach or a meadow or a grassy knoll, possibly all three at once, without any shoes at all.

That very night, and every single night ever in the history of San Francisco, it will turn into the Arctic.

Shivering is for the weak. Just suck it up and wear boots.

In the hoods

Sorry for the quiet stretch, I've been Canteening and getting mud baths in Calistoga. It's all very draining.

I've also been tied up at work revising our house style guide, which is pretty much the first task any editor does at a new gig. There are so many discretionary points in spelling and grammar—a lot more than you'd imagine—that every publication needs to get its preferences down on paper.

And since I'm chiefing these days, that makes me The Decider. The Denizen of Style. The Grammarnator. The Comma Chameleon. They haven't given me a special hat and cape yet, but I figure it's only a matter of time.

Anyhoo, there I was working on the style guide, and it turns out there was no list of San Francisco neighborhoods for everyone in editorial to obey. So my boss and I put one together.

Here it is, including commonly used bastard hybrids (like BayCowGulch) and all the possible iterations of the biggies (Lower This, Upper That):

Bayview, Bernal Heights, the Castro, Chinatown, Civic Center, Cow Hollow, Diamond Heights, Duboce Triangle, Eureka Valley, Excelsior, Financial District, Glen Park, the Haight, Hunters Point, Ingleside, Inner Mission, Inner Richmond, Inner Sunset, Japantown, Lower Haight, Lower Fillmore, the Marina, the Mission, Mission Bay, Nob Hill, Noe Valley, NoPa, North Beach, Outer Mission, Outer Richmond, Outer Sunset, Pacific Heights, the Panhandle, Parkside, Polk Gulch, Potrero Hill, Presidio Heights, the Richmond, Russian Hill, South Beach, South of Market (SoMa), the Sunset, Telegraph Hill, the Tenderloin, Tendernob, Twin Peaks, Union Square, Western Addition, West Portal.

Natives and transplants: If we're missing any, please let me know. There's a shiny copper penny and a big hug in it for you.