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Apples and Apples

Sunday, November 7th, 2010


Quite early on in the wedding planning, Shama thought up the idea to use apple baskets as centerpieces for our wedding.  Turns out she doesn’t like flowers so much.  Good to know.

While we were buying apples, we saw some bags of oranges and we thought they’d be nice to add more color to the centerpieces.

We got numerous comments during and after the wedding about how much people liked the “apples and oranges” concept for the centerpieces.  Most saw it as representing two very different cultures coming together.  It was really nice.  I wish we had thought of it.  Really, we just thought they were pretty.

And so it’s been with our relationship in general.  A lot of people like to read something noble and important into a Muslim and Jew getting married.  Someone once (albeit jokingly) told me, “the future of the world rests on your shoulders.”  I’m glad people think we’re doing something good, but it really never occurred to me or Shama that our relationship had some larger purpose.  I just thought she was pretty.

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.

If You Have an Obscure Skill, You Might As Well Be Crazy

Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010

I asked my brother Aric if he’d play some accordion music at our wedding.

He said of course, (of course) but that he’d first need to get a new accordion.  His old one, purchased off of eBay for $50, had finally bit the dust.

Being the good brother that he is, Aric went and got a new accordion right away.  It’s used and needs a little work, so while he was at the store he asked where he could get it fixed up.  He was told there are three people in Chicago who could do it.  Just three.  The conversation isn’t exact, but this is the gist of it.

Accordion Salesman: The first can be a little difficult to work with.  Sometimes he sees an accordion he doesn’t like and decides it’s not worth his time.  I can call first and feel him out if you like.

Aric: What about the others?

Accordion Salesman: Well, this other guy can be a bit flaky, and he’s not as good as the other two.

Aric: So what about the third one?

Accordion Salesman: Oh, he does great work… but… well… he does sometimes steal accordions.  If you get it back it will sound great, though.

Aric: So, you’re referring me to a thief?

Accordion Salesman: Let me talk to the first guy and see what he says.

If you need an accordion repaired in Chicago, those are your choices.

UPDATE: Aric took it to the first guy and he did indeed decide that the accordion wasn’t worth fixing.  The good news is he told the store they had to give him a refund for it.  The better news is he somehow came across another accordion and told Aric that he should buy it.