We got a huge amount of traffic, so I just need to say it now . . .
My Dad died at age 47 in the hospital yesterday morning (August 30). We came upstate as soon as we could.
At this point, we’re postponing our wedding till a later date, though we will be married privately this week with our close family around us at my parents’ house.
Please be in prayer for us, and for my mom and brother.
If you’re in the area, you can come to the funeral tomorrow, Friday, September 1. The viewing will be at 9am and the funeral service will be at 10am at Loudonville Community Church.
A few crazy links:
- I know it’s very un-libertarian of me, but I occasionally wonder if some people should be allowed to procreate. (via Relevant)
- Um, wow. I am not that smart. (via kottke)
- The College Board is reporting that average SAT scores have fallen to a 1024. Ok, so I’m smarter than that.
- Cake thieves. At least they weren’t greedy. ::cue bad “have your cake and eat it too” jokes::
The most recent print issue of RELEVANT magazine (September/October, I think) features a profile of our dear Angela, written by yours truly. :)
Four? I think.
Last night, after pizza and corn on the cob, we packed most of the stuff for the honeymoon. I moved to the city over 14 months ago and haven’t left for more than a few days since then, so ten days means a great and large amount of things to pack. Couple it with the unpredictable early-September Cape Cod weather, and there’s a lot to lug upstate. I am glad that my dress and shoes and veil are already in Albany, waiting for me and for Saturday morning.
Four days.
It’s rainy out - not raining, but wanting to, and it’s reminding me of last September and how it rained for weeks at a time and the sidewalks were littered with black umbrellas turned inside out, with broken spines. I remember that I didn’t have rubber rain boots (and I still don’t), and I remember flapping around town in the rain with flip-flops and being very cold. I remember in particular an evening where I flopped from my French class at NYU to Angela’s apartment for a goodbye party for her where Apryl made all kinds of strange and wonderful concoctions from whatever was in Angela’s fridge, and I remember watching The Ice Storm on her projector and talking about stuff with Tom. Before I knew him.
It’s mobbed outside of here. My office is adjacent to Radio City Music Hall, where Jack Black will be hosting the MTV Video Music Awards on Thursday night, and they’ve been preparing for at least a week already. There’s an actual MTV crew operating off of the terrace that I can see directly across from my desk. They’ve been there two days already. It’s kind of cool, really.
Tonight we head to the Bowery Ballroom with Kevin & Laura to see Chris Thile and his new “How To Grow A” band. There’s been so much to do that I keep asking myself why we planned to blow an evening so close to the wedding, but then I realize that we desperately need the break. We leave tomorrow night for Albany, transportation details still to be arranged, and it’s all a whirlwind from then on.
I have to remember to pack my toothbrush.
Got this email:
Dearest Listener,
After seven years of extensive touring in support of three records (seventeen years
as a band), we’ve decided to take a break of indefinite length at the end of 2007
to preserve the environment we’ve sought so hard to create and to pursue other
interests. It has been a pleasure to write, record, and perform for you through the
years and we’d like to heartily thank you for your invaluable contribution to our
musical lives.
Yours,
Nickel Creek
(Sean, Sara, and Chris)
::sniff::
We are seeing Chris in concert with his “new” band tomorrow night.
Hi all!
Welcome to our combined blog. Tom and I are getting married this Saturday (September 2, 2006) and we’re going to be joining our respective internet forces in an effort to produce richer content and more fun in general.
I (Alissa) sit in front of a computer all day and will probably be doing most of the writing, in the style of my old blog (alissaclark.com), and Tom will be photoblogging and popping in with his own contributions. We’ll also be reviewing the movies, books, concerts, and albums that we experience.
So bookmark us. We’re sticking around, and we’re very excited.
“You look like an emaciated child…”
and, “your face looks like a toad.”
Oh, how she loves me so.