American Wedding

Today, the writing bug has finally over taken me. I have a very high hill to climb, and I have been dreading it. But I feel I can no longer procrastinate. I am not quite sure how I want this new form of communication to develop, but it cannot start to develop without writing, so here goes.

I had in fact meant to write this oh such a very long time ago. It was even written in email form before being foolishly deleted in a misfortunate circumstance of misunderstanding on a bouncing bus. But enough with excuses.

For startings, lets get the biggest thing out of the way. Its been a long time in coming, and I apologize for the tardiness, but I would like to thank everyone who was able to come in body, mind, or soul to my wedding back in the states. I know it was very short notice, making it impossible for some to come, but I appreciate the thought anyways. And for those who weren't invited or perhaps weren't even aware of it, well, I owe you a big apology, but with only two weeks of planning, I had little time to contact people. As a brief summary... I present you this picture.

Our Wedding in Wisconsin

Now, I am not sure if nobody noticed or they were just too kind to say anything. Who am I kidding... everyone would have loved to point out my mistake. Can you spot the gaff in the picture? A hint... jeans with sneakers, khakis with loafers, dress pants with...

As I look at the original picture now, blown up full size on my screen, I realize once again the fashion crime I committed. Not to say I am a fashionista, but on my wedding day. Ay yai yai!

I am going to make this one short and sweet, so I will leave you with some rather random things I have experienced recently.

While walking down the sidewalk one day with my co workers, Mario, who is from Spain, and Nurzhanat, who is from Khazakstan, I attempted to cross the road. Nurzhanat commented to me, "Shouldn't we cross at the zebra crossing?"
I'm thinking, "I'm sorry, the what? Did I hear that right?"
The zebra crossing? Turns out, Nurzhanat is not the only one to use that expression. Apparently in Spain, they say the same thing, in spanish. And Nurzhanat, who has lived in Khazak and Singapore, informed me that both of those countries, in their native languages, calls the cross walk a zebra crossing. So, if you are out on the savannas of Africa and you see zebras crossing a shallow, what would one call it? Have you ever heard anyone call it anything other then pedestrian crossing? What was the most colorful description you heard for that? I'd love to hear some of them.

For next time, I'd like to talk a little about voting in Korea and the Samsung Interview process.
Until next time, stay healthy, stay warm, and if you are in the New York area, stay Dry! Anyone for a swim in a subway tunnel?