Just for the record, I didn’t make Joe recant, and I didn’t set out to make him look like a fool. I just feared the worst, as I often do with Mozilla.
The wedding last night was pretty great. I’d never been to a nuptial mass before, and the biggest impression I took away was that there was not a lot of room for negotation on some points of Catholicism policy. I can handle that, though, given that I was very much on their turf. (And beautiful turf it was.)
Pavlov finally arrived to come to SF with me — Caltrain doesn’t offer weekend service right now, wonderfully — so we’re off to see dmose and maybe the Watersons. Then dinner with Jamie and a red-eye back. My jet lag is going to be fierce.