Secrets of married life

It is very strange and mostly nice how everyone responded to our getting married! So glad that we ran off secretly so as to keep all that minimal.

Meanwhile, last night we read some very terrible poetry by that lawyer poet mayor of SF, which led us to try and find songs to sing his horrible sonnets to as we obsessed over the meter, and a particular poem about Andreé’s Pigeon which led us to get extremely obsessed with S. A. Andrée’s disastrous Arctic Balloon Expedition of 1897. Tonight after dinner and some excellent pastries and explaining everything about how our day went to each other, I showed off my complex bugzilla queries and Danny is explaining his AMAZING command line email system and fixing a bug in it while also showing me his Beeminder logs.

We are also planning our Vallejo honeymoon cruise since we miss marina life and would enjoy hanging out with the radioactive waste of old nuclear submarines and derelict buildings that are slowly gentrifying into breweries.

City Hall

Just Danny, me, my cyborg steed bedecked with flowers, and a looming bust of Edward Robeson Taylor, lawyer and poet & mayor of San Francisco in a time of disaster and deep political corruption.

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We had a lovely wedding at City Hall with my sister as witness and then went to hang out at the Cliff House and Land’s End.

It was fun to elope – we didn’t tell anyone except my sister and our kids, not until the last minute.

Looking forward to many more happy years together!

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“San Francisco, O glorious city of our hearts that has been tried and not found wanting, go thou with like spirit to make the future thine.”