"Shoshana, Shoshana, Shoshana..."

The title comes from a familiar Hebrew folksong.

The association?

From the New York Times' wedding section:-

Shoshana Berger and Tony Saxe

THE projects in ReadyMade, Shoshana Berger's do-it-yourself magazine for the MTV generation, are rated according to difficulty, with instructions that should be easy to follow. But sometimes it's easier to build a chandelier from old wine glasses — an idea from a 2005 issue — than it is to build a relationship. Just ask Ms. Berger.

When Ms. Berger met Tony Saxe eight years ago through a mutual friend, she recalled that he had registered as a faint ping on her future boyfriend radar screen. But she was busy incubating her magazine and, as she put it, "flogging a six-year on-and-off relationship to death."

The two crossed paths in the Bay Area several times over the next few years but never dated, partly because Ms. Berger was intimidated by what she perceived as the "glamorous" lifestyle of Mr. Saxe, a financial analyst turned documentary film editor.

The clincher for Ms. Berger, now 36, was when Mr. Saxe, 35, sent her an e-mail analysis of one of her favorite poems, Wallace Stevens's "Restatement of Romance," which emphasizes lovers' maintaining separate identities even while together. For Mr. Saxe, who says he spent his time at Barclay's "formulating a critique of global capitalism," the moment of truth was when Ms. Berger told him about her childhood dog.

"We had a German shepherd, and as Berkeley families are apt to do, we named her after a radical Marxist revolutionary," Ms. Berger said. And since her family is Jewish, she added, "we picked a radical Jewish Marxist feminist named Rosa Luxemburg. Tony got a real kick out of it because he had been reading all this Marxist theory."

Ms. Berger and Mr. Saxe's wedding on April 2 in a barn at Bar-or Ranch in Point Reyes Station, Calif., was true to their ReadyMade taste, which is to say, more funky than refined, with a ranch theme that included cowboy-printed tissues and dark chocolate horseshoes — not to mention the outhouses rented for the occasion. Guests kept their sweaters on in the unheated barn, sipping mojitos out of Mason jar mugs as they listened to a local bluegrass band called the Jewgrass Boys

And yes, there really is a Jewgrass Boys.