Archive for October, 2010

Bauble Tree. Just Because It’s Pretty.

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

Bauble Tree

Shama and I drove to the mountains of North Carolina to get away after getting married.  We did some hiking and reading and played lots of games and did a lot of the nothing we weren’t able to do in the weeks leading up to the wedding.

I suggested we go to a fancy restaurant one night and Shama said we should make it a whole high society day.

Evan: What’s a high society day?

Shama: We’ll go horesback riding and then before dinner we can go into town and buy a trinket or bauble just because it’s pretty.

So we went horseback riding, although it was probably a little more “rancher” than “high society.”  And we went into the town of Marshall, North Carolina (pop. 840) to look around.  I don’t think either of us were planning to get any sort of trinket or bauble, but we went into the Arts Center on Main Street and saw a painting we both really liked.  It’s title: “Bauble Tree.”

The Magic of Clipboards

Sunday, October 24th, 2010

Having a Jewish/Desi wedding can be complicated at times.  Shama’s been trying to get some Indian fabric and other accoutrements on Devon, Chicago’s Indian district, but once the shop-ladies find out it’s for a non-traditional wedding, they become much less helpful.  One lady told her there was no shop that would sell her what she wanted.

Undeterred (okay, slightly deterred) Shama decided to be awesome.

She got a clipboard, put her hair in a pony tail, wore her glasses and went back to the same shops.

Shama: I’m a student at Columbia College and I’m the art director for a student film we’re entering in an international film contest.  It’s a Bollywood style film and I need to dress several characters including the villain, the pushy aunt, and the bride.  Today I’m trying to find pieces for the bride character.  Oh, and we’re on a budget.

I got a text message from her that afternoon:

This ruse is working frighteningly well.

Sometimes she’d send photos to her “director” (i.e. maid of honor) for approval.

She was happy to get what she was looking for, but felt a little guilty about having to be deceptive to get what she wanted.  Perhaps it’s a good question for The Ethicist.