RANT AGAINST EXISTING AIRPORT "SECURITY"

I've been meaning to write about this for awhile as it is a topic thats been brewing in my head and getting increasingly heated the more frequently I fly and have to deal with airport security. It's amazing how inefficient and by extension, idiotic "security" at airports in the US has become.

On a recent trip a couple in front of me had to empty out nearly all the contents of their carry-on bags: 2 wheeled luggages, a back pack, and a purse. By the time I made it through the x-ray machine, I remarked to the couple--who were still attempting to repack their shit--that we should all just put our stuff inside one big clear plastic garbage bag when flying from here on out.

MY VACATION 2

This is a follow up to an earlier entry. These pictures (many of them taken by Kaizar) are from a couple weekends ago...

On the cheap Chinatown bus to Wilmington, DE.

Fantastic New Jersey scenery along the way.

Between my iPod, PSP, and camera I was able to keep myself amused on the bus ride.

Once in Delaware, we had delicious Indian cuisine like this. Seriously, it was so tasty, especially when you eat a HUGE spoonful of it in one bite.

Mufu, Kaizar and I decided to do some manly hiking in Pennsylvania. Along the way we drove through Amish country, which I'd never seen before.

Mmmm pies.

It's the Amish!

This tiny amusement park had this "mountain" with the most disgusting waterfall ever. It looked like Listerine.

What do you eat before a long hike? Pizza, of course!

The beginning of the hike.

Channeling our Steve Irwin impression: "OHhh crikey! If you look here, it's a dan-gerous wild blue towel!"

Wow, nature.

Wow, nature.

Standing atop of rocks. If you had asked me six years ago I could have told you exactly what sort of rocks I am standing on, but now...it's just rocks.

Cool view of nature and stuff.

This could be an album cover for a New Age/Christian/Sounds of Nature cd.

"Can you hear me now?"

Kaizar, Me, Mufu, and Mother Nature.

The brothers.

Branches...

ARTSY branches.

Kaizar looking over the edge. I hate heights like this. Vertigo tends to kick in.

Snicker wrapper. Later when Mariya saw these photos she asked, "Did you guys pick up the wrapper??" I realized we didn't. We are jackasses. Al Gore would be so disappointed with us.

To continue the trash theme... Kaizar and Muf's dad was angry that morning because he found a cig butt in the toilet and accused Muf of it, which he denied. So we found this cigarette butt on the trail and asked Mufu if it was his.

Walking back down.

After the hike...a jump of course.

On our way back, we stopped at Cracker Barrel for dinner. The menu's "low carb" offerin's didn't seem too healthy to us...

Puzzle success!

The restaurant's decor is Americana kitsch, and we were struck by the hair similarities between this woman and Muf's:

Haha.

Mmmm country fried steak.

Uno JENGA! Brilliant!

WHY IS THIS PHOTO SO FUNNY?

It took me about 10 seconds before I figured it out and then I had a good ol' hearty laugh.

MOST DRAMATIC SCENE GOES TO...

...this cute critter: [Watch WITH sound on]

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40]

I've seen this video above appear today on both BoingBoing AND Metafilter, which can only mean one thing: This clip will eventually join the great pantheon of viral videos and stand alongside Numa Numa guy and Star Wars kid and the Not-so-back flipping martial "artist".

Seriously, if you only read through this and didn't watch the the four Youtube videos I linked to (Star Wars kid gets two versions), then stop collaborate and listen 'cause mrod is back and telling you to go watch them. Seriously.

LETTERS FROM HOME (ALASKA)

As soon as I left Alaska to attend college and interact with non-Alaskans, the vast majority of whom who have never visited my home state, I've found myself often acting as an ambassador educating people that Alaska is not a gigantic sheet of ice or completely dark for half the year. My homeboys can relate to this I think. However, I received an email today from my father that only reinforced those stereotypes people have of Alaska. He writes:

"We're having good summer weather this year. The down side is something we seldom come across. Two baby moose calves were devoured by a black bear in front of the mom moose on the front lawn of some people on O'Malley road in plain sight of the neighbors and in broad daylight. It was on the front page of the Daily News. We all felt bad since we are visited by these critters every summer."

The NY Post gossip columnist Cindy Adams signs off her entries wih "Only in New York, kids, only in New York."

I'm going to conclude this entry with "Only in Alaska, kids, only in Alaska."

UNION SQUARE CITIZEN

Living in New York City I've seen my fair share of wackos and nutjobs, but this guy here in Union Square was a straight up freak. And I love that about this city.

SOPRANOS FINALE ALTERNATE ENDING

One would think that I'm about five days late and a dollar short by writing about the finale to the cult and popular hit show on HBO "The Sopranos," but people or rather journalists, columnists, writers, and fans are STILL continuing to write and debate its ending. Disclaimer: I'm admitting that the final episode was the only episodes of the Sopranos I actually watched in its entirety.

The cacophony of opinions confirmed something that I've always suspected and that is  the fact that Sopranos fans are no different than the nerdom of "X-File's" fans.  Or "Lost" fans.  The only difference is that the Sopranos audience paid premium for their obsession.

Anyway, someone posted on Youtube an exclusive director's cut of the actual original ending to the finale and frankly, it rocks.  Talk about closure!

[youtube=http://youtube.com/watch?v=7EwUG2nSLdw]

POISON COVERS SEXY BACK

Poison--that band with the long hair--looked on the vast musical landscape and thought, "Hey!  Lets do JT's Sexy Back!" If you like to let your ears bleed every once in awhile, click here to check it out.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

This picture I took last night sums it up:

A free dinner on me to whoever can name where this was taken.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY: THE FINAL BABEL

Thursday, May 31 Nifty street "art."

Evidence of the splasher?

Hmmm.

Woa...a photo of a photo. Did your brain just explode?

Lea loves them street art.

And then we went to Don Hill's.

Gin and Tonic and Gin and Rummy.

One of these glasses costs 14 dollars and the other 200.

You never know when you need tanning 'accelerator.'

And then we went to Anchor Bar (ssshh don't tell people about it).

This photo is evidence of Lea's poor sport at getting her arse kicked by yours truly at gin.

Her ass was on fire, eg. burned from staying a bit too long in the tanning booth.

At the bar, some group was having a random pizza party. Of course Lea and I REALLY wanted some pizza at this point.

Success! (I apologize about the gross chewed up food in my mouth.)

You probably didn't know this but Tasti D Lite is the spot to hang out.

Lea, that isn't real! It's plastic!

It's a good night when you have a party wristband by 8 pm. I headed over to the third bar for the night: Babel. Because Cyrus was leaving to embark on the next leg of his life journey (two month layover in Boston, final destination Detroit), this was the final session of Thursday night Babel.

Peter and Cristina!

Florian, Peter and Henry enjoying the last free hookah...

Beth!

Jeff!

Middle finger!

Chloe!

Henry pulling a rare Blue Steel.

Cyrus himself!

Monica (and friend)!

VIV!!!!!!!!

Jeff and his ladies.

Mid party munchies to be fulfilled by the take out Chinese joint.

Mmmm.

And that is the last of the Thursday Night Babel Promotion by DJ Cyrus Cesa.

For all the photos from these parties, they are all collected here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/83466411@N00/sets/72157594373017602/

OVERHEARD IN BROOKLYN

"I hate it when people put stickers all over their Apple laptops. It's like placing a gigantic sticker over some beautiful girl's face."

THE DORK DEBATE

I was having a friendly debate with a friend the other day. She claimed to be an even bigger "dork" than myself. A many people have challenged my reigning status as the king dork and each time I have emerged victorious. I got really excited the other day about something that only bonafide dorks can get stoked over. I logged into my Flickr account and noticed the following:

Flickr is no longer in gamma stage!! I joined this photo hosting community years ago when it quite literally only had 100 members. Tear. The baby's all growns up. And guess what? It loves you (trademarked).

PHOENIX, AZ

I was in Phoenix a couple weekends ago.  I had never been there before.  The trip in of itself was extremely unremarkable. And yet, despite that it marked a new chapter in the book of Matthew. (See, if I wrote Book of Matthew, that would be blasphemous.  However, lowercase "book" makes it okay.  Kosher.) Here are a few exciting photos from the trip:

Woohoo.  Look at that scenery.

More exciting stuff.

Sunset.

Mmm, delicious food.  Godfather lunch buffet.  It tasted so much better when I was a kid.

Side Note: I saw a strip mall in Phoenix (which is dominant architectural theme of the area it seems) with these three businesses within it: "Yoga Tai Chi," "Edward Jones," and "Starbucks." One-stop yuppieville.

15 REASONS MR RODGERS WAS THE SH*T

Mental Floss magazine (What a dorky concept--I love it!  Their tag line is "feel smart again.") has a top 15 list of reasons why iconic Mr. Rodgers was the "best neighbor ever."  After reading their reasons about him, it's tough to disagree.  I remember watching him when I had first moved to the U.S. and was instantly captivated by his show and his personality.  I didn't understand, initially the words that were coming out of his mouth but I knew that it could be trusted.   On a list of the most trustworthy public figures, everyone of all ages would probably put Mr. Rodgers somewhere in their top five. Side note (My ADD kicking in), here's my unscientific, totally gut instinct driven top 5 most trustworthy people in no particular order:

1. Mr. Rodgers.
2. Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
3. Tim Gunn.
4. Richard Branson.
5. Obama Barack.
6. Runner up: Post-election Al Gore.

Who's in YOUR top five dead or alive?

Anyway, I learned some new things about Mr Rodgers from this article.  He was a really groovy man.

1. Even Koko the Gorilla loved him Most people have heard of Koko, the Stanford-educated gorilla who could speak about 1000 words in American Sign Language, and understand about 2000 in English. What most people don’t know, however, is that Koko was an avid Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood fan. As Esquire reported, when Fred Rogers took a trip out to meet Koko for his show, not only did she immediately wrap her arms around him and embrace him, she did what she’d always seen him do onscreen: she proceeded to take his shoes off!

2. He Made Thieves Think Twice According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”

4. He Saved Both Public Television and the VCR Strange but true. When the government wanted to cut Public Television funds in 1969, the relatively unknown Mister Rogers went to Washington. Almost straight out of a Capra film, his 5-6 minute testimony on how TV had the potential to give kids hope and create more productive citizens was so simple but passionate that even the most gruff politicians were charmed. While the budget should have been cut, the funding instead jumped from $9 to $22 million. Rogers also spoke to Congress, and swayed senators into voting to allow VCR’s to record television shows from the home. It was a cantankerous debate at the time, but his argument was that recording a program like his allowed working parents to sit down with their children and watch shows as a family. 5. He Might Have Been the Most Tolerant American Ever Mister Rogers seems to have been almost exactly the same off-screen as he was onscreen. Despite being an ordained Presbyterian minister, and a man of tremendous faith, Mister Rogers preached tolerance first. Whenever he was asked to castigate non-Christians or gays for their differing beliefs, he would instead face them and say, with sincerity, “God loves you just the way you are.” Often this provoked ire from fundamentalists. 6. He Was Genuinely Curious about Others Mister Rogers was known as one of the toughest interviews because he’d often befriend reporters, asking them tons of questions, taking pictures of them, compiling an album for them at the end of their time together, and calling them after to check in on them and hear about their families. He wasn’t concerned with himself, and genuinely loved hearing the life stories of others. Amazingly, it wasn’t just with reporters. Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

7. He was Color-blind Literally. He couldn’t see the color blue. Of course, he was also figuratively color-blind, as you probably guessed. As were his parents who took in a black foster child when Rogers was growing up.

This is my favorite: 8. He Could Make a Subway Car full of Strangers Sing Once while rushing to a New York meeting, there were no cabs available, so Rogers and one of his colleagues hopped on the subway. Esquire reported that the car was filled with people, and they assumed they wouldn’t be noticed. But when the crowd spotted Rogers, they all simultaneously burst into song, chanting “It’s a wonderful day in the neighborhood.” The result made Rogers smile wide.

A few other things:

9. He got into TV because he hated TV. The first time he turned one on, he saw people angrily throwing pies in each other’s faces. He immediately vowed to use the medium for better than that. Over the years he covered topics as varied as why kids shouldn’t be scared of a haircut, or the bathroom drain (because you won’t fit!), to divorce and war.

10. He was an Ivy League Dropout. Rogers moved from Dartmouth to Rollins College to pursue his studies in music.

11. He composed all the songs on the show, and over 200 tunes.

12. He was a perfectionist, and disliked ad libbing. He felt he owed it to children to make sure every word on his show was thought out.

I skipped over a few on the list.  You can read the rest and see the sources and more here.

RANDOM THOUGHTS

1. There really needs to be a moratorium on people taking credit for "bringing sexy back."  For one, those that say this are referencing a song from LAST year, which in the pop culture world pretty much makes it paleolithic.  Second, I still haven't quite figured out what that means?  I'm surprised that some twisted rapist (redundant?) on the stand in court hasn't said, "Judge, I was just trying to bring sexy back."  So yea, people.  Stop saying sexy back.  Period. However DO feel free to repeat ad nauseam, "umbrella...ella, ella, eh, eh."

2. This is an old grievance of mine which I will address here in an open letter to all bands, musicians, and stand up comics: Dear bands, musicians, and stand up comics: No doubt  you are all extremely talented, with some being more talented than others, please stop sending me friend requests on MySpace.  I'm sure some people have discovered amazing new and unheard of bands on MySpace, I'm not one of those people.  I prefer to have my music spoon fed to me by the recording companies, the iTunes Music Store's top selling list (Rihanna, "Umbrella!"), and friends.   I'll let the masses and my friends act as my music filter.  I prefer to use MySpace for.  For.  Hmmm, I have no idea what I use MySpace for, but I just don't want to be spammed by your attempt to harness me into your "fan base."  Don't add me.  I'll add you.

3. While I'm not quite sure why I "use" Myspace, my actual favorite social networking site Facebook is starting to become ridiculous with all this third party "applications" (basically web-based widgets) that you can now tack on to your profile.  Just like the widgets for the macs, these applications cover nearly everything imaginable.  One in particular I see potentially causing some problems.  It's called "Your Hottest Friend" and I guess it lets you "rate" the "hotness" of your friends.  Don't you love judging your friends!   Myspace allows you to do this obviously with their "Top Friends" ranking.

3. Was watching Sports Center the other night at the hotel.  There's something incredibly satisfying about watching Sports Center when travelling.  It's an adult version of the blankie or teddy bear we carried around as a child.  It reminds me of home as much as chicken soup or a snowstorm that dumps 10 feet of snow overnight.

4. Speaking of Sports Center, in particular I watched the highlights of a Yankees game against the Angels.  The Angels' closer K-Rod struck out the last Yankee batter to save the game and after the ump's strike out call, he did this insane hip thrust of the likes I haven't seen since Wayne's World.  Instead of high fives and fist pounds, more hip thrusts!

5. Summer is finally here.  I know I'll get really sick of the 90 degree heat soon, but I just love it when at night, the temperate drops to the 70s with no humidity and a light breeze.  I enjoyed my Monday night by getting some sorbet at my new favorite ice cream place near my apartment.  The line was ridiculous--and they ran out of change, so people who only wanted one scoop ended up having to purchase four scoops, which the kids didn't complain too much about.  Anyway, I sat on the benches in front of the shop, enjoyed the comfortable evening air and read my latest issue of the Economist (this magazine always drops some serious knowledge on me).  It was quite perfect.  Almost perfect.

THIS MAKES ME LAUGH

The following illustration depicts what a typical interview at IKEA consists of:

BEAUTY AND THE SCHADENFREUDE

Miss USA contentestant...[Spoiler Warning!]...falls on her ass during "the walk." Nonetheless, while falling she still manages to look hotter than 99.9 percent of the female population who are walking upright.

My friend Mook made a good observation (er, wish?) about the video, "Wish her dress fell instead of her."  Amen to that.

Why?

Boobies.

FREEING UP SPACE ON YOUR MAC HARD DRIVE

The past year or so I've been struggling with my iBook G4's diminishing hard drive space and I did the following to try and create more space. 1. MUSIC. I deleted mp3s (all legal of course).

• I used my iPod as a back-up, and so with great pain, I removed Lionel Richie's Greatest Hits from my iTunes. This didn't work out so well, since my iPod is currently comatose.
• I deleted songs whose novelty factor had worn off. Avenue Q was a great listen the first time...but did I really want to hear it over and over again? No.
• I deleted random downloads. What's this? Electronic folk rendition of Sir Mix-A-Lot remixed with Mozart? DOPE!
• And lastly, I deleted classical music.

2. PHOTOS. My iPhoto was next. I deleted those random photos of grass. Seriously, I don't know why but I took a photograph of grass. Not of the inhaling variety, but of the playing frisbee on sort. I deleted photos that through the looking glass of hindsight wasn't that funny, or memorable, or 'artsy.'

Also, when you import photos to Apple's native photo program, iPhoto will save the original image if you decide to crop, remove the red eye or in any way manipulate that photo. This is a great feature if you want to go back and look at the original after you edited it. Not so great if you don't have that much free space on your hard drive. This might not seem like much, but if you have hundreds and hundreds of photos, those 500k - 2 MB photo duplicates start adding up!

I use a FANTASTIC program called iPhoto Diet that automates the extremely tedious act of going through and removing from each folder the duplicate photos.

Also, I lowered my digital camera's setting from the highest quality photos to a medium quality: I realized that I actually didn't need a 3 MB photograph of my friends and I jumping around like idiots. Although the day that I'm invited to the Playboy Mansion or have a date with Kristin Kreuk, I'm totally jacking up my camera's setting back up to ultra-mega-super quality.

I don't think Flickr is going to go out of business any time soon (Cue my parent's saying, "Never say never..."), so even the photos I've deleted, I have them backed up on my Flickr Pro account.

3. APPLICATIONS. I deleted/uninstalled applications.

I love Apple Works, but I came to deal with the fact that I haven't used it since high school when I used to explicate Frost on my mom's old Apple Performa. And although my hatred for Microsoft Word is up there with bigots, cauliflower, and diarrhea (seriously, this is possibly the most deceptively difficult word to spell in the English language--I can NEVER remember how to spell it correctly), I'm still a slave to this program. Damn you Gates. DAMN YOU.

So Apple Works--pfft. Gone.

Also deleted:

• iDVD. I don't think I even opened up this program a single time.
• iMovie. I used this twice. Once, to make a video of my dog Rudy chewing to pieces a ginormous rawhide bone. The thing was seriously 2 feet long. I think I set it to the "Flight of the Bumblebees." I'm not going to lie. It was pretty awesome. But even a short uncomplicated thing such as this was a tedious process on my then blazing fast G4 iBook. The other time I made a video was when Samantha and Carla came over and we all split a couple bottles of wine. I think I set it to the song "Eye of the Tiger." I'm not going to lie. It was pretty awesome. Okay, one of these two videos did not happen, but I'll leave it up to you to figure it out.
• Garageband. Considering the fact that my musical career consisted of four years with the viola and I never learned to tune it on my own or get beyond the double digits in chair assignments for concerts should make it clear how unuseful Garageband was for me.
• World Book. What year is this? 1997? If you're still using this, stop. Delete it. Open Camino or Firefox or Safari (is it me or is Safari really effing slow??) and go to "www.google.com" and "www.wikipedia.com" and also, immediately go to "mrod.wordpress.com" for rad stuff.
• Chess. It's a great game if I actually enjoyed it. I went through a chess phase when I was younger; I even purchased with money I'd saved up from my allowance a computerized chess toy thingy from Sears. I still enjoy it, but something about playing it on a computer doesn't work for me. I think I'm more tactile in this way.

4. MAIL. I have my Mail application synched with my gmail account (feel free to email me fan mail, love letters, or that great offer from the king of Nigeria). It's great to use a desktop based email program, but sometimes I let my old emails pile up, along with the attachments (mp3s, LOLCATS e-mai1z, and photos of Britney Spears mentionables) people send me. So I've been diligent about deleting old emails (which are backed up on Gmail anyway).

5. PRON. Believe it or not, but I have zero, nadda, zip pr0n on my hard drive.

6. DOCUMENTS. Individually, they hardly make a dent, but in combination my documents took up an annoying quantity of my hard drive. So I deleted:

• PDFs, for those that don't know, can sometimes be surprisingly large files. So I deleted all the old journal articles from my college and grad school days.
• Old friends' documents: the notes they emailed me when I was uh, too sick to go to class, resume samples, et cetera. I doubt they'll need their notes any more.
• iChat can save your IM conversations which has come in handy in the past, but I make it a point to clear it out every once in awhile, except for those that are good for blackmail.

After doing all this, I STILL did not have much space left, which didn't seem to make sense to me and I really didn't want to delete my complete collection of Tupac's music or my Aaron Neville's Greatest Hits.

So I went to Apple's Support Discussion pages for help and eventually ended up on this link which turned out to be a revelation.

They wrote:

Trashed iDVD or GarageBand? Don't forget the loops and themes…

If you plan to uninstall iDVD® or GarageBand™ by moving these applications' icons from the Macintosh HD > Applications folder to the Trash, be sure to also trash the corresponding iDVD or GarageBand folders within the Macintosh HD > Library > Application Support folder. These folders contain iDVD themes and GarageBand loops and instruments, respectively, and consume several gigabytes of disk space.

I was intrigued. I had deleted iDVD AND GarageBand for the reasons stated above. Now, I followed their instructions and deleted the both programs's supporting files (drag and drop into Trash).

BAM!

I instantly had 2+ gigs of more hard drive space!!!

So for those of you with macs and need to free up some space on your hard drive, and don't use either of the above programs, delete them as well as the support files.

Also, in this Mac Support discussion thread, someone suggested deleting the printer drivers that I don't use. I don't have a printer, so I really don't need any of them. As they also noted, if at a later point I purchase a printer then it will come with a driver or I can download it off the Internets. If you already have a printer, say a Lexmark, then delete the other printers. The Epson driver is around 1 gig. Yea, what the fuck, right? By deleting these annoying drivers I squeezed out some even more hard drive goodness.

WORD OF CAUTION: Do not delete files willy nilly from the Library.  Many of those files are crucial to the operating system, and deleting them will result in catastrophic failure.  If you're going to mess with the Library, then treat it like a virgin.  Mess with it delicately; do your research; and don't probe and move things about indiscriminately.

If any one has any other ideasfor freeing up hard drive space, let me know por favor!

THIS MAKES ME LAUGH

A coworker of mine sent me an email that I simply find hilarious. This alone tickled me funny. And then he sent the follow up which killed me:

A WIBERMAN WEDDING

The weekend before the most recent, I flew out to hot Arizona to attend the wedding of the one and only Winer. The boy's all growns up--from the guy I met my first year at Brown who I thought was Canadian, deduced from the gigantic Canadian flag hanging in his dorm room, but was actually from Wayland, Massachusetts to now married (Congrats) and about to embark on the next leg of his medical career (Congrats)! Tear. [Note: All the pictures below were snapped by either Annie or Miana because my camera battery died--Thanks ladies!!!!]

Annie, Allan, Liz, Mike, Sara and me (I remember consciously deciding not to show my pearly whites because I was convinced I had goat cheese or something stuck between my teeth).

AWWW. Allan's dogs are the coolest. So friendly.

Stephanie looking frazzled. Hah.

Allan the Best Man, Winer the Groom, and Justin the Deputy Best Man. Winer rolled deep that weekend with TWO best men. Fuck you tradition, he says.

Allan is 50/50 responsible for bring Steph and Winer together.

Very lovely dinner with band at casa Stephanie's parents (such sweet people). We definitely did not have plants like that in our yard in Alaska...

Liz, Allan, Mike (he and I were very much in agreement all weekend in the need for alcohol at all events).

The next afternoon, here we are in our tuxedos. Go Team Winer Alpha squadron! But why do my pants look like bell bottoms??

Our groomsmen ties were unfortunately a wee too long--the only mishap of the wedding, but Allan's brilliant father stepped in with a solution. "Tuck it into your shirts." BRILLIANT! And then he did some magical quad-triple back lux winsor knot with mine to make it a perfect length.

After taking The Professional Wedding Photos With The Professional Wedding Photographer outside in the 100 degree heat (thank god for the portable hand held fans and towels), we went inside where the actual union and signing of the wedding documents took place. But most importantly, "EVERYONE, THE BRIDE'S HAIR MUST REMAIN PERFECT!"

And then us boys requested the hairspray afterwards.

Nice setting. Look at dem mountains!

Winer, I'll never forgive you for misspelling my name on the program!!

The lovely ladies who'll have their own weddings soon.

We all kind of look constipated...but god damn, we look good in them yarmulke.

Post ceremony cocktail hour at the JCC!!

Ladies and Gentlemen...Mr. and Mrs. Berman!! Thanks Winer, for letting us pick you up in the chair! I've always wanted to do that. Twas dope.

Classically ruining yet another photo. Sorry Sara, it's my defense mechanism in the presence of a good looking woman!

Mmmm...wineeee. Lots and lots of wine.

Haha. Wow.

HAHAHAHA. It never gets old.

Mike dancing with Annie. And doing it well.

All growns up...

Good times...Good times.

Congrats Winer!