Thursday, September 4, 2008

Bonne Anniversaire #1!

This past tuesday was our first anniversary and we took full advantage of the long weekend to stretch out our celebrations (we were smart getting married on a long weekend!). Most of our activity took place outdoors and the weather was very nice and cooperated with us. Two of my favorite things from this weekend:



We went biking on Governor's Island with two friends who were moving to Jersey over the weekend (miss you guys!). For anyone who's never been, Governor's Island is this really weird, uninhabited island near the Statue of Liberty that used to be a retreat for British governors. In 1710 the island was used to quarantine Protestant settlers and in 1755 the first of 241 years of troops began living on the island. It's been sitting empty ever since, until recently, when the city opened it during the summer months to the public. It's a great place to bike, picnic and hang out...Bring your soccer team for a game - it's that big and unpopulated! It basically feels like a college campus, except for some burned out buildings that the fire department has been using to practice fire control. I hadn't been on a bike since I was a teenager and was relieved to find out that the old saying about never forgetting how to ride a bike was true.



We also took a ride on the Hudson River on the Schooner Adirondack - to the Statue of Liberty and back. It was cool to be on a sail boat with two masts, although they used the motor most of the time! It was a gorgeous night, though, and Sean and I loved the ride.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Our Wedding!

Today marks our first wedding anniversary. I can hardly believe that it's been a year - time flies when you're having fun! Since we never posted photos of our wedding, I thought today would be a good day to do so. Thanks to the digital age, we practically have a second by second replay of the wedding, which makes whittling down photos difficult. From the beginning...



We set the tone for our outdoor, destination wedding with a playful save the date. The invitation that followed was more refined and elegant but picked up on the color of the save the date. We designed the invites around a leaf motif to refer to the outdoor ceremony/reception and wrapped a red thread around the invite to imply a branch, which also became a way to tie all of the different pieces of the invitation together. The same red thread showed up again in the binding of our programs.



Sean and I got married in a field in front of a cabin outside of Seattle that has been in my family for generations. My great-great-great grandfather owned the land between the cabin and what is now Kayak Park. Over the years all the land was sold, but my great grandmother was eventually able to buy back a small portion of the property where the cabin now sits. I spent many childhood summers here picking apples, camping in the field with cousins, swimming and building elaborate sand/driftwood forts down at the beach, so it was a very meaningful spot for us to have our wedding.



While we were getting ready in the cabin, Sean was memorizing his vows, and the rest of the guests were hanging out with cocktails. I had no idea at the time, but apparently we delayed the ceremony by 45 minutes because it took us a while to get ready - whoops!



Sean memorizing his vows, and my little brother, Ben, who was one of Sean's groomsmen.



At around the 45 minute mark, my mom came into the cabin and told us that make-up or no make-up, it was time to go! So, my ladies headed outside and I waited on the porch with my dad.



My cousins were the flower girls and the ring bearer. I learned many years ago that rings are best kept in boxes - about twenty years earlier, my aunt and uncle had a small wedding on the porch of the cabin. My brother, who was three or four at the time, was the ring bearer and somehow dropped the rings between the wooden slats of the deck. My great uncle had to crawl underneath the porch with all of the spiders to find the rings, which luckily he did!



We were married by the same pastor who married my parents - an old family friend whose daughter I grew up with. Bob kept it short and sweet but had words of wisdom for us, centered around being faithful in God's provision for us and our marriage.



Our first moments as man and wife!



My lovely ladies...They were seriously the best bridesmaids ever. They kept me supplied with food and make-up items and just took good care of me. Alice ran all over Seattle the day of the wedding getting tiki-torches and little stands for the table numbers. I love them all to pieces.



After the ceremony we had to take all of the formal portraits.



Our parents, grandparents, and siblings.



After the wedding ceremony, dinner was served to our guests and we took our wedding portraits.



Some wedding details:



Our table settings and the wagon that my grandma painted to match our flowers.



We silk-screened a print as our wedding favor. The print incorporated the cabin and the location of the stars on our wedding night.



We are cupcake people, so we decided to forgo the traditional wedding cake and have cupcakes made instead. We had a larger cupcake made up for us to cut and serve to each other. The toppers were a little lego couple that I found on ebay.



We kept our flowers very simple - local and seasonal - a lot of dahlias and daisies in red, yellow and orange.



Our first dance was to Etta James' "Sunday Kind of Love". Sean proposed to me after asking me to dance to this song up at Lincoln Center, ending an evening out celebrating my 27th birthday.



I love this photo of a few of my cousins under the big apple tree.



The evening ended with a big bonfire and s'mores. It was a perfect way to finish celebrating.



The next day my mom and dad planted a plum tree in our honor. It was looking pretty good when we went back to visit this summer!



Looking forward to what this next year brings us!

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Weekend Walking



We spent a nice chunk of last Saturday strolling around Brooklyn before meeting up with some friends for a tour of the Brooklyn Brewery. Ironically, most of BB's beer production happens upstate. I guess that's what happens when real estate is so expensive!





Some action shots from the weekend. Sean likes to jump off of things and I like to record it. These photos make me giggle, especially Sean's expression in the one on the right. Yes, I married a doofus, and I wouldn't have it any other way!

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Sunday, December 9, 2007

City Hall



Some friends joined us downtown for dim sum on Saturday morning. Walked through city hall and saw some characters. At right is the first pigeon with a mohawk I have ever seen.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

When life gives you pickle juice...



...make pickles!

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Ithaca



Last weekend we went up to Ithaca to visit an old architecture friend who is getting her MBA at Cornell. It was a gorgeous weekend weatherwise, and the fall foliage was beautiful. I feel like we don't get to experience fall properly in New York City. The trees stay green and then all of a sudden you wake up one day and all of the leaves are on the ground. Pretty much the only thing we did was eat - Ithaca Bakery, Louie's Lunch (YES! tully burger!), the Nines, Wegmans (greatest supermarket ever), Cafe Dewitt, the farmers' market, Gimme! coffee...it was a great break from the bustle of new york city. Sean and I are headed to Rochester, NH, this Friday for the opening of our group show at Artstream Gallery. We are excited to meet the lovely Susan, and for the chance to once again bust out of the city for a little natural inspiration.

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Thursday, July 26, 2007

Annie Choi: Dear Architects (An Open Letter)



This is pretty hilarious. Please excuse the graphic language in the letter, but enjoy (as my coworker who forwarded me this said) an acute and painfully hilarious letter at the expense of our profession. Published in Pidgin Magazine, which is a graduate publication by the Princeton School of Architecture.

Once, a long time ago in the days of yore, I had a friend who was studying architecture to become, presumably, an architect.

This friend introduced me to other friends, who were also studying architecture. Then these friends had other friends who were architects - real architects doing real architecture like designing luxury condos that look a lot like glass dildos. And these real architects knew other real architects and now the only people I know are architects. And they all design glass dildos that I will never work or live in and serve only to obstruct my view of New Jersey.

Do not get me wrong, architects. I like you as a person. I think you are nice, smell good most of the time, and I like your glasses. You have crazy hair, and if you are lucky, most of it is on your head. But I do not care about architecture. It is true. This is what I do care about:

* burritos
* hedgehogs
* coffee

As you can see, architecture is not on the list. I believe that architecture falls somewhere between toenail fungus and invasive colonoscopy in the list of things that interest me.

Perhaps if you didn't talk about it so much, I would be more interested. When you point to a glass cylinder and say proudly, hey my office designed that, I giggle and say it looks like a bong. You turn your head in disgust and shame. You think, obviously she does not understand. What does she know? She is just a writer. She is no architect. She respects vowels, not glass cocks. And then you say now I am designing a lifestyle center, and I ask what is that, and you say it is a place that offers goods and services and retail opportunities and I say you mean like a mall and you say no. It is a lifestyle center. I say it sounds like a mall. I am from the Valley, bitch. I know malls.

Architects, I will not lie, you confuse me. You work sixty, eighty hours a week and yet you are always poor. Why aren't you buying me a drink? Where is your bounty of riches? Maybe you spent it on merlot. Maybe you spent it on hookers and blow. I cannot be sure. It is a mystery. I will leave that to the scientists to figure out.

Architects love to discuss how much sleep they have gotten. One will say how he was at the studio until five in the morning, only to return again two hours later. Then another will say, oh that is nothing. I haven't slept in a week. And then another will say, guess what, I have never slept ever. My dear architects, the measure of how hard you've worked and how much you've accomplished is not related to the number of hours you have not slept. Have you heard of Rem Koolhaas? He is a famous architect. I know this because you tell me he is a famous architect. I hear that Rem Koolhaas is always sleeping. He is, I presume, sleeping right now. And I hear he gets shit done. And I also hear that in a stunning move, he is making a building that looks not like a glass cock, but like a concrete vagina. When you sleep more, you get vagina. You can all take a lesson from Rem Koolhaas.

Life is hard for me, please understand. Architects are an important part of my existence. They call me at eleven at night and say they just got off work, am I hungry? Listen, it is practically midnight. I ate hours ago. So long ago that, in fact, I am hungry again. So yes, I will go. Then I will go and there will be other architects talking about AutoCAD shortcuts and something about electric panels and can you believe that is all I did today, what a drag. I look around the table at the poor, tired, and hungry, and think to myself, I have but only one bullet left in the gun. Who will I choose?

I have a friend who is a doctor. He gives me drugs. I enjoy them. I have a friend who is a lawyer. He helped me sue my landlord. My architect friends have given me nothing. No drugs, no medical advice, and they don’t know how to spell subpoena. One architect friend figured out that my apartment was one hundred and eighty seven square feet. That was nice. Thanks for that.

I suppose one could ask what someone like me brings to architects like yourselves. I bring cheer. I yell at architects when they start talking about architecture. I force them to discuss far more interesting topics, like turkey eggs. Why do we eat chicken eggs, but not turkey eggs? They are bigger. And people really like turkey. See? I am not afraid to ask the tough questions.

So, dear architects, I will stick around, for only a little while. I hope that one day some of you will become doctors and lawyers or will figure out my taxes. And we will laugh at the days when you spent the entire evening talking about some European you've never met who designed a building you will never see because you are too busy working on something that will never get built. But even if that day doesn't arrive, give me a call anyway, I am free.

Yours truly,
Annie Choi

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Friday, July 13, 2007

Wedding bands!



We placed the order for our wedding bands yesterday. I love them - simple and beautiful! The diamond in my band is slightly off-center, so it sits asymmetrically from my engagement ring. The only downside is that it is a little thicker than I wanted, but that's okay. Sean got the matching men's ring, and put a tiny diamond on the inside of the band, because he is baller like that - his secret diamond.

Anyone looking for engagement rings or wedding bands, we definitely recommend looking at Niwaka. They are a great company and true artists! The packaging that the rings come in is awesome, too. Make sure you leave yourself enough time - the rings take six weeks to make, so we will be getting ours just in the nick of time.

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Thursday, July 12, 2007

Rain!



I was supposed to go to the free Spoon concert after work today, but when I left the office it was right in the middle of a torrential downpour. It was amazing how hard and fast the water came down. DUMBO flooded pretty quickly so even with an umbrella I got soaked just by crossing streets to get to the subway. I felt sort of guilty as I was walking to the train, thinking that I should have offered to share my umbrella with someone among the twenty or so people waiting out the rain in our lobby. Oh well.

The photo above is obviously not of Brooklyn in the rain, but it is of the one place in the world that I associate crazy downpours with - India! I spent many a day soaked after walking from the dormitories to the school in the monsoon. We learned quickly to keep an extra set of clothes in our lockers...

(Photo credit goes to Jamie Alter)

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Saturday, July 7, 2007

Neighborhood watch

I was surveying two floors of a commercial building recently for my day job, and we were measuring the public hallway, which always looks suspicious to anyone passing by...Guess who stopped and asked us what we were up to (in the nicest possible way) - none other than Todd Oldham...

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