I don’t like to brag too often, but the forthcoming nuptials announced yesterday in The New York Times Style Section between blogging-star Ann Althouse and Laurence Meade, the man who wooed and won her through his comments on her site, happened because of me. (Commoner Captures Princess, Blog Version)
You see, some time ago I put Cupid, my beloved son (struggling these days to get work when so many potential lovers are online and frantically working on Love for themselves), on the case. And what do you know? Meade, the darling man who won Ann’s heart (you can see for yourself just how darling right here, by going back a few months to when I first started blogging–see comments from the “God of Love”) caught my attention long, long ago. I think I noticed him a decade or so ago, when I was poking around in Cupid’s business and noticed his list of potential couples. I was struck by his name. (“Mead,” you see, is a divine honey-slightly fermented and therefore vaguely alcoholic, just the way Bacchus and I like it.) Anyway, it tickled me. And then I noticed how deeply kind and knowledgeable he was. And poetic. And then, when I started reading Ann Althouse, I thought, hmmm, I must tell Cupid about these two: When the time is right (and it definitely wasn’t yet) they’ll need a little poke with the arrow. They’ll be looking for each other, even if they don’t know it.
There. I needed to say that. A small boast just to remind you that some of the best matches are indeed made in heaven.
Oh, and just to get one other tiny thing straight, while I’m at it. An unconscious slip-of-the pen appeared in The Times when the reporter, referring to the delightful fact that the bloggerati, shocked to hear news of the nuptials between their coolheaded, brilliant Queen Ann and the laidback, poetic Meade, wrote that they had “pounced gleefully last week on the news that one of their own had fallen in love with a commoner, er commenter.” I remember falling in love myself with that little pun some time ago, when Annie Gottlieb (of Ambivablog.com), first wrote it.
Sometimes a little divine intervention is necessary not only to start a fire, but to clear the record.
