I am in here.
On the theory that, if you wear a sufficiently beautiful diamond necklace (thanks, Mom, and quit grousing), nobody notices what the hell else you’re wearing, I got dressed tonight. Christopher Buckley spoke at the Mercantile Library, and I don’t get fancy for much else than the annual Library dinner. I have to get dressed up … Continue reading How I spent my Saturday Night
Tried a new shul today — Reform variety, smallish. Shorter service. Guitar accompaniment. Familiar tune to “Sh’ma Israel.” I quailed a bit when I first saw the girl with the guitar on the bimah. It’s those old memories of the catholic church in the late sixties and early seventies pathetically trying to be “relevant” by … Continue reading Shabbat, Shoftim 5764
Well, so much for me being nice to them when I blog the Republican convention. And I got a floor pass too. Maybe they’re afraid I have better grammar and spelling than they do. Many-to-Many: Demeaning bloggers: the NYTimes is running scared Demeaning bloggers: the NYTimes is running scared Blogging has terrified mainstream media for … Continue reading Running scared. Yup.
Made it to Yafo. And I live in a house like a regular Israeli. Cool, hunh? I live through an extremely bumpy four-hour flight to TLV from Barcelona. Do you know that there’s a special Hebrew prayer to say when there is air turbulence? Well, there is, and the nice Hasid sitting next to me … Continue reading Yafo.
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