Andy & I finally visited Mission San Xavier del Bac

Andy & I finally made it to San Xavier del Bac in Tucson more than seven years after we moved to Phoenix.

Andy & I finally made it to San Xavier del Bac in Tucson more than seven years after we moved to Phoenix.
Daniel and Me had the pleasure to go to San Diego and get married the first day of summer June 21, 2008. We wanted to do this as a statement of legally binding our love in a more formal way. The sad part about it is that same sex marriage has been taken away from those that want it now. As the courts fight over weather on not this should be legal, we are a few of the lucky ones that are. Happy Anniversary to my loving husband on this our third year of our legal marriage
You know how the haggadah says “Drink the first [second, third, and fourth] cup of wine”? Do you gulp it down or take a sip? Every seder I’ve been to, people take a sip and move on. Wait a minute. Let’s read between the lines. Let’s read “and talk” when it says “drink the Nth cup of wine.” The Greek word symposium literally means “drink together.” And the idea of “drink together” is “talk together.” So, instead of taking a sip, why not talk for as long as it takes everyone to comfortably finish a glass of wine? Talk about the meaning of Passover. Talk about Passovers past and Passovers future. How have you been helped up with a mighty arm and outstretched hand? Don’t just eat, pray, sip. Eat, pray, drink! And talk, and drink, and talk.
Just don’t drink and drive.
UPDATE: I figured this out on my own when I wrote it last year, but apparently I’m not alone. just now I Googled ‘the seder should be a symposium’ and I found these related articles:
Despite what our Republican Arizona state senator John McCain says, today’s a very happy day. Any policy that discriminates against, persecutes, and dishonors people for no good reason is a bad thing, and its repeal is a good thing— good not only for gays & lesbians in the military but also for their fellow soldiers. Heck, I think it’s good for our country and the world, because it fosters an atmosphere of maturity and civility and sends the right message to the world that America is indeed the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Incidentally, I took this photo last night at AZ88, a restaurant bar in the Scottsdale Civic Center, after watching Handel’s Messiah at the Scottsdale Center for the Performing Arts. I had no idea how timely it would be the very next day!
To follow up on Daniel’s post about Lady. It is we great sadness that we had to ended her life due to a serious battle with liver cancer. We will miss her.
Thanks for posting this. I was too grief-stricken and then too busy to post anything.
Some people make fun of me for posting photos of my food (my husband included). No, wait– people make fun of me for taking photos of my food. The posting part is beyond belief. Other people say, "I love your food pictures!" Or, "Thanks a lot, Daniel. Now I’m hungry!"
I like taking photos of food because food is beautiful, food is delicious, food is comforting and nourishing. Eating is not being hungry. Eating healthy food is being healthy. A good plate of food is supposed to delight your eye and make your mouth water. A good plate of food is an accomplishment– it means you earned your food, you planned your meal (or improvised it), you prepared (and/or cooked) your food, and you plated it with love and gusto.
This meal was a collaboration between me and my husband. He marinated the chicken while I was at work. After I came home, he grilled the chicken while I soaked some croutons in Caesar dressing, tossed in some bagged romaine lettuce, and shredded some parmegiano reggiano cheese. While I was slicing the rind off part of the cheese, I nicked my thumb and drew a bit of blood (it didn’t get on the food). Andy put a bandage on my thumb and I put it up to his lips so he could "kiss it and make it better." I smiled and said, "That was almost worth getting a boo-boo for." And then we ate our meal together.
So I take this photo to celebrate the glory of food, to express thanks for the food I receive, and to remember the love, humor, and partnership that went into making this simple meal. It is a blessing.
As I lay in bed early the morning about this same time last year, I heard thunder, saw the occasional flash of lightning, and then saw the color of the sky change into a natural sepia tone. It was such a phenonmenon that I got out of bed early, turned off the house alarm, got my camera, and went outside to capture the moment. I originally blogged this on my main site, danielgreene.com but decided to blog it here as well since it was my view from our home. It also happened to be taken just outside the windowed door in the previous post.
Pretty view through the blinds looking out at our patio and backyard. I’ve been holding onto this photo for a while but just wanted to share it because I think it’s so pretty. It also makes me feel grateful to have a home with a patio and backyard, to live in a beautiful city, and to live with a handsome husband and our two playful, loving, funny dogs. It’s the little things.
My grandmother, Helene Greene, died in 1999, and my grandfather, Ernest Charles Greene, died in 2004. I inherited these photos of theirs six years ago, and it took me this long to scan them. Now that I’ve scanned them, I can’t wait to share them! This photos–especially when viewed larger in these high-resolution scans–show amazing detail, history, personality, and style. I would be thrilled if the descendants–children, grandchildren, or even great-grandchildren, see their mothers, grandmothers, or great-grandmothers in these photos. If I love them, I’m sure these ladies’ progeny will love them even more. If by some chance you recognize one of the young women in these photos, please let me know!
your work does look lovely on the old pics
How could I be with this guy for seven years and not have had “his” red white & blue parfait? Last time he said “I think I’ll make ‘my’ such-and-such” was about something else he made in this 13×9 Pyrex dish– “My breakfast casserole” —after we had been together for six years! You got any other tricks up your sleeve, honey?
You do know about his other family, right? His wife & 3 kids. LOL
Ha ha ha ha! Hi, Paul!
Thanks, sweetheart. I wish everyone had the right to marry. Thanks for marrying me again (the first time being in the synagogue on August 8, 2004).