I’ve been frustrated with WordPress for a long time but things got even worse. Something as simple as changing a font or color must now be paid for. While I respect their business model I also respect my right to change hosts. I’ve gone ahead and migrated all of these posts to a new blog which, while needing some tweaking, is going to work out well.
I did this over the past few days while trying to sort out my thoughts about the Boston Marathon. Please visit the new Major Thoughts Blog as this one will no longer be updated. I’ll get back to sewing and quilting and all good things over there.
Thanks – I hope you come along and continue the ride.
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We have already established how I feel about weddings on holiday weekends so you can imagine my chagrin when I was invited to one such event held this past Memorial Day weekend. When the invitation arrived I felt confidently “off the hook” as the wedding was in Nashville. Case closed, right?
Wrong. The bride’s doting uncles wanted me along for the ride – and the fun – and proposed an all expense paid trip to “Nash-Vegas” for the wedding. First-class airfare, hotel and EVERYTHING. How can you say no to THAT? I sure as hell could not so I decadently packed a whole suitcase (not having to share space with Joe!) and learned the ways of First Class air travel. It was like a dream.
The first stop was priority check in where I checked my big honkin’ suitcase…. with no fee. Walked down to the boarding area carrying my only my ticket and a big purse. Boarded first. Sat in the first row (all 4 segments). Was treated with courtesy and offered my choice of beverages and nibbles. (Sidebar – I don’t drink on airplanes. Bummer.) (Sidebar II – I can’t pee on airplanes. Seriously. TMI, I know. )
As a 25 year veteran of flying steerage I found the entire experience A-MAY-ZING. The worst, most hated part of taking a trip became positively pleasant. It made me think back to the long ago days when EVERYONE could check a bag – nay, 2 – without a charge. When seats and spacing between rows was reasonable. When you could climb in and out of your coach seat without the use of WD-40, a crowbar and a colon compactor.
First Class Hat – Purchased in Nashville!
I am sure my next trip will be absolutely miserable by comparison. I resent that. I don’t expect the First Class experience with what I can afford but there were aspects of this trip that were once commonplace to those of us who routinely do the walk-of-shame past the First Class passengers on our way back to the goat pens.
I don’t fly much anymore because flying has become such an ORDEAL. I never fly to New York anymore, I take the train. I’ll take a train anywhere, even if it costs more and takes longer. It’s worth it. It is worth it in civility, personal space and fees. It is especially worth it since you don’t have to deal with nimrod TSA agents with a power complex.
The wedding? The service was lovely and the bride stunningly beautiful. (She spent 2 summers here and I was the pseudo-Aunt). The soloist sang Schubert’s “Ave Maria” which usually reduces me to tears but since she totally American Idol’d it I was left more annoyed than moved. ( Luckily I managed to restrain myself and not stand up and beat a tempo on my leg and yell, “knock off the Mariah Carey shit, girl.”) When Laura came up the aisle on the arm of her Dad I flashed back to my own dear Dad taking that walk with me……and I burst into tears. Bark-like-a-seal tears. Whatever. Oh yes, do let me report that Nashville had RECORD HIGH TEMPS the entire weekend and the reception was not air-conditioned. Jeebus. We survived, it was wonderful fun and we all had a fabulous time. Nashville is a blast – I highly recommend a visit but do it in October or November…..
You heard me.
“Enlightening” young engaged couples is apparently my lot in life. This happens because 1) my husband owns a stationery and gift shop and 2) I am hyper-vigilant about the incredible lapse in civility, judgement, maturity, taste, and corresponding oceans of BS made manifest in twenty-first century weddings.
Today’s case in point: QR codes on wedding invitations. For the uninitiated, QR (Quick Response) codes are a digitally generated, barf-like patches that look like this:
When viewed on a smart phone or android device (with the proper software installed) the device will “beep” and go to a website with more information about the product, project or whatever is being advertised. Appropriate for some applications involving commerce, but weddings (as commerce related as they have become) are not an appropriate application.
Seriously, people are putting QR codes on their wedding invitations to “help” their guests learn ever so much more about THEIR SPECIAL DAY (TSD). While the average wedding guest already has to endure continuous updates on TSD, it seems to me that the first step is a review of the invited guests and the whole procedure in general.
Having finished that, let’s look at the reality of QR codes. Any digital innovation is “state of the art” for approximately 15 minutes. Do you really want your wedding invitation to bear the visual equivalent of a leisure suit or Members Only jacket? Aside from looking just plain fugly, the entire concept is in keeping with the dumbing-down of civilized society. “What do you mean, I have to actually READ something?” Why do I foresee a future when people will receive a wedding e-vite with a QR code or link to 1)RSVP, 2)select a gift from the bridal registry, 3) attend via SKYPE and 4) fart, scratch and go back to watching their movie without breaking a sweat or giving any actual thought to people involved? Good heavens people, get your heads out of your digital asses already.