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there wasn't an accessible wifi signal at the united methodist church in worthington, ohio on saturday, so circumstance -- and certainly not any shortfall in preparation -- stayed the promise and the dream of live blogging the timara wedding (the ceremony that officially sanctioned the union of king county's cutest power couple was held in the couple's hometown). however, as if to compensate for the less favorable conditions inside the church, the sun had broken completely through the forecasted clouds and was shining fully through the windows of the new sanctuary by the time that tim and mara exchanged rings and the organ hit the chord that cued their first kiss as married people. (you know that you're someone in the pacific northwest if you have a picture.) brooklyn, chicago, dc and tokyo bore witness among representative dignitaries from other far flung places around the country and the globe. the marriage was officially certified by you know who in a closed door meeting after the kiss. central ohio now boasts the founding of what will surely be one of the seattle area's finest lineages, although comparisons to any royal wedding were forbidden by implicit decree for the entirety of the wedding weekend -- and, even after the fact, a comparison here would be too hackneyed to lend itself to anything but disgrace. (mara only woke up to watch "the" royal event on television to practice her magnanimity in the face of poor taste.)

later, dinner and dancing, but the groomsmen had been directed into a bar by the photographer's assistant three hours before they were scheduled to walk the aisle. it was also for photographs that the entire bridal party returned to that same bar, where the groomsmen were obliged to toss back another round for posterity. although the bride and her attendants were allowed to raise just masquerade cocktails then, they did help with finishing the bottles that had been set aside for the pre-party faux-toast photo shoot outside the reception tent. it's no surprise that the cops got called before the dance floor showed any signs of dying down.

and as the party made its way into sunday, then slept, and then reconvened for an early brunch in order to make enough time for another rally before most of its members' evening departures, it's no surprise that it took two days' recovery time before we could make our apologies for not delivering on the live blog and then also make mention of the event, which, incidentally, appears no less enchanted and majestic in the more sober light of measured hindsight. and that merits mention. plus, it's finally come time to thank timara for choosing to fete the birthday of this blog with such an elegant party as was their wedding's, the event of which coincided exactly with our first anniversary. thankfully, no one was so gauche as to mention the dual birthday on saturday and offend our shared senses of discrimination. it was enough that everyone in attendance knew.

some 100,000 words. they say that's where they're capping dissertations lately. academic publishing has been as susceptible to the demands of dwindling attention spans as its counterpart in mass market trade. so a medium length novel, then. that comparison is more apt anyway, since most of what was posted here during that first year probably seemed of dubious validity, or made up...complete phixion. that's nonetheless cause for celebration. can we get two more cheers? (and by all means try to top the newlyweds.)

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