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Friday, April 30, 2010

Booked Up . . . for a Year

If you're a regular reader of this blog, you may wonder why I haven't mentioned recently what I'm reading.  Well, it's like that CIA joke -- I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you.

Okay, so I'm overstating the case a bit but here's the thing. I am reading A LOT but I have signed a pledge not to discuss the books I'm reading -- not now, not ever.

"What the ...?" I hear you saying.

Indeed. It's weird. But I am one of a committee reading to select five nominees for Best (mystery/crime/suspense) Novel of 2010 We select the nominees; the membership of Mystery Writers of America votes to determine the winner.  

The Edgar Award is prestigious and there are many, many books sent to us readers by the publishers.  The books began to trickle in by the end of February and then in March and April, here came cartons of books -- all shiny new hardbacks. At present I've received just over a hundred novels -- and there will be lots more.

And that, alas, is all I can tell you. I also signed a pledge not to discuss the judging process. I will say that I'm getting a comprehensive overview of mystery writing today.

I bring this up because a list of what I'm reading has always been a feature of my monthly Goodweather Report (published in its own blog the first of every month.)  So now that feature is going to have to disappear for a year and I feel the need to explain to those readers what's up.

And you all too.

It's at once a book lover's dream --  and nightmare.  All these great books -- but I can't talk about them.

Stay tuned . . . the books are mine to keep. Next year, there will be giveaways!


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PARE THE PROBOSCIS, PEEVE THE PHYSIOGNOMY

Paring the proboscis to peeve the physiognomy - cutting off one’s nose to spite one’s face - is rarely a good idea. But that’s exactly what is happening as declines in state and local tax revenues force spending cuts.

There are certain state services that really need to be supported in order to maintain a functioning, habitable society. You can’t do without police and fire protection. And, although the effects of cutbacks are less immediate, you can’t do without education.

Teachers have a hard enough go of it even in good times. Salaries are well below those available in private industry, and under the current No Child Left Behind philosophy of ensuring that, by 2014, every child in the United States is above average - Lake Wobegon writ large - a teacher’s career, more than ever, depends on factors beyond his or her control. If you work in an economically disadvantaged school, or if you teach a class with a large cohort of students on the low end of the bell-shaped Intelligence Distribution Curve, you are well and truly fucked.

But now, with state money thin on the ground, teachers are getting hammered. I’m talking about involuntary furloughs, RIF’s (Reductions in Force, a corporate-sounding euphemism for “firing a shitload of people”), and elimination of whole programs. The net effect: Fewer teachers, fewer programs, and less pay... without any change in the huge Unfunded Mandates like NCLB that must be accommodated.

Cutting education spending may be an unfortunate and dire necessity, a cascade effect of declining tax rolls, a nation- and worldwide economic meltdown, and record unemployment. But it’s an action of desperation akin to eating your seed corn, the full effects of which will - make no mistake about it - be severe and long-lasting. [And it’s not as though Georgia has that far to go before its quality of education is ranked dead last.]

Good schools attract employers and help create a productive, competitive workforce. Conversely, bad schools drive away prospective residents, employers, and jobs. Maybe our honorable governor should rethink his priorities so that Georgia remains an attractive and economically sound place to live and raise a family.

Hairy Monster Cake

Hairy Monsters




The word monster derives from the Latin word monstrum, meaning "omen", from the root of monere ("to warn") and also meaning "prodigy" or "miracle".


FUZZY FRIDAY

Friday Ark #293 is afloat over at the Modulator.

One of these days, I’m gonna figure out just what, exactly, this guy modulates over there.

For more cat-related foolishness, head on over to iMeowza this Sunday evening, where the 320th edition of Carnival of the Cats will be hosted by (of course) Meowza. (I suspect Mog will be involved as well.)

Update: CotC #320 is up.

A little Glint in Horus’s Eye


I have been working on a bracelet or gothic corsage design for quite sometime now. I knew the elements I wanted to comprise the bracelet design, but making it comfortable and wearable was holding the design up. I wanted it to mimic the 1800's ribbon bracelets with a corseted back closer, but really, really easy to put on. Finally, two weeks ago I came up with the perfect idea. The clasp is a corseted laced up clasp. A slide bead draws the laces together, and can be closed with one hand. By just holding one ribbon, and pulling the other ribbon to close the bracelet. When you want to take it off just pull gently on the bead. So easy! The type of bead I use for the slide fits nice and snug so you don't even have to tie the ribbons in a bow if you don’t want just have them sexily streaming down your hand. All the elements came together perfectly! I am so pleased.

FRIDAY RANDOM TEN

Viernes. Freitag. Yom ha-Shishi. Vendredi. Venerdi. Vrijdag. Perjantai. Jumat. Xīngqí wǔ. Kin yōbi.

Any way you say it, it’s Friday... and time for the Friday Random Ten, the weekly Mess o’ Musicality as coughed up by the iPod d’Elisson. Let’s see what’s playing today:
  1. Act I, Scene 1: The People Are The Heroes Now - John Adams, Nixon in China

  2. Lumeen nukkuneet - Alamaailman Vasarat

  3. The Hussein Skank - Skankin’ Pickle

  4. Señorita - Chick Corea and Béla Fleck

  5. Absolutely Free - Big Swifty & Associates

    Being an instrumental cover of the Frank Zappa tune.

  6. Lonely At The Top - Randy Newman

    I’ve been around the world
    Had my pick of any girl
    You’d think I'd be happy, but I’m not
    Ev’rybody knows my name
    But it’s just a crazy game
    Oh, it’s lonely at the top

    Listen to the band, they’re playing just for me
    Listen to the people paying just for me

    All the applause - all the parades
    And all the money I have made
    Oh, it’s lonely at the top

    Listen all you fools out there
    Go on and love me - I don’t care
    Oh, it’s lonely at the top
    Oh, it’s lonely at the top


  7. Bogus Pomp - Frank Zappa

  8. Euphonius Whale - Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks

  9. Scar Tissue - Red Hot Chili Peppers

  10. Killer Inside Me - MC 900 Foot Jesus

    You’ve probably seen me hanging around
    I’m a very familiar face in this town.
    A day doesn’t go by that I don’t meet
    A lot of my friends walking down the street.
    I’m never too busy to stop by the way
    And I’ve always got something pleasant to say.
    Maybe some perceptive thoughts about the weather
    Or the latest news from Wall Street, whatever.
    I could stand around all day making small talk
    Gushing platitudes, blocking the sidewalk
    Tying people up for hours with ease,
    My one big talent is shooting the breeze.
    When they start to squirm, I really get going
    But only my happy-face smile is showing.
    Why can’t they see what I’m trying to hide,
    I’m bustin’ a gut, laughing on the inside.
    It’s in their smile when I say hello
    I can see they think I’m a little bit slow.
    But after a while with me, they look dazed
    Their eyes covered with a donut glaze.
    I really start to cook when I see that look
    I hit ’em with every cliché in the book.
    Their knees wobble and they start to weave
    It’s like they’re begging for permission to leave,
    They think they are having a brush with stupidity
    I don’t laugh, even though it’s killing me.
    Watching them wilt like day-old flowers
    Ticking off the minutes as they turn to hours.
    They are wondering how much more they can take
    I give ’em a friendly smile and a handshake.
    We say goodbye very politely
    Now say hello to the killer inside me

    Now say hello to the killer inside me.
    Everybody has their doubts about my sanity
    But nothing happens ’cause they all feel sorry for me
    I’ve got the whole town under my thumb
    and all I’ve gotta do is keep acting dumb.
    “Oh that boy Lou,” they say, “what a guy,
    A little on the slow side but wouldn’t hurt a fly”
    “And such a gentleman!” “Oh yes, I know.
    He sure can talk your ear off though!”
    I tip my hat and pretend I don’t hear
    Grinning like a half-wit from ear to ear
    I can think of a thousand ways to say hello
    So I start through ’em all, and go real slow.
    They listen hard, and act like they care.
    How can they be so completely unaware
    Of the truth the answer is always denied me
    So I introduce them to the killer inside me.


It’s Friday. What are you listening to?

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Nature Shots

Not mine (in my dreams!) but National Geographic's Best of 2009. 

Click on the slide show at the bottom to enlarge the pictures and enjoy the amazing detail.

 Which is your favorite?


TODAY’S PITH AND VINEGAR

My mother-in-law survived Auschwitz, and I am trying to survive my mother-in-law.

[From The Collected Wit and Wisdom of Irwin W.]

CarmelaJay


For years, I have been obsessed with all forms of Dia De Los Muertos items. So when I found the shop CarmelaJay, and the amazing twist that her and her partner has put on the holiday I was thrilled! I want every last one of them.

CAT OF GOOD FORTUNE: A 100-WORD STORY

[Another Guest Post - this one a 100-word birthday tribute to Hakuna by long-time admirer Rahel.]

Somewhere in eastern North America is a cat the color of mocha, chocolate, and café-au-lait. The legend goes that those who stroke her fur and hear her purr shall have good fortune.

But – it is said – this cat does not let just anyone approach. Only a lucky few may come close, extend a hand for sniffing, and then, in fear and trembling, offer her the tribute of a skritch.

The line extends eastward, over an ocean and beyond a sea, to a woman at the edge of a desert.

She gazes at the screen, into the blue eyes...

and waits.

[Happy birthday, Hakuna!]

Castle me, Please

Chess pices?

Garden decoration?

Planters?
Your guess is as good as mine...but I really like them!!!






taken with my iPhone at Market Street.



Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Poem in Your Pocket Day








It's National Poem in Your Pocket Day when we are invited to tuck a favorite poem in a pocket and carry it with us all day, sharing it with others or reading it to oneself or simply feeling its talismanic power.

I like this one.



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FIFTEEN

This is your Birthday Song!
(It isn’t very long.)


Attentive Hakuna

Today is Hakuna’s fifteenth birthday!

She’s a Senior Citizen in Kitty-Years, but she still scampers around like a kitten when I trot out the Red Dot Machine.

I would give her special treats, but Hakuna disdains special food of any kind. And so she will needs be content with some extra ear-scratches.

Texting

After reading this post on texting by Pioneer Woman I was reminded of my own son who likes to text for me.  My 13 yr old. 

Co-workers often text me in the morning to let me know if they aren't coming in or if they're having issues they need to talk to me about...and since I'm driving, I hand my iPhone to my son and dictate what I want him to text in response.

However, he adds his own little flare to the responses. 

At first they were confused, but now,
my co-workers know to be on the lookout for his take on things.

He uses texting shorhand...I do not.
I like to spell everything out correctly and use proper punctuation.
I'm a total dork, I know.

Did you know that punctuation was invented in the 1500s?

Anyway, back to my son..
I have to keep an eye on him.
The little pranks he likes to pull on me?
Changing the language on my iPhone to Japanese or Italian.
Or changing my background photo.
or rearranging my apps.

Drives me nuts.

He just needs to know...payback is hell.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Male Point of View

When I decided to do  a post about trying to write from the male point of view, I wanted some pictures of seriously male guys. So I Googled 'macho men.' (Macho -- Spanish slang for he-man or virile.)

The first websites that came up were gay websites. And while there are undoubtedly macho gay guys -- that's not what I'm here to talk about.

So I ended up with the wrestler  Randy Savage (and if that's not a macho name, I don't know what is); Dirty Harry, movie tough cop; a Marlboro Man; and Rambo -- the one man army brought to us by S. Stallone (aka The Italian Stallion) for my male types.

Okay, where was I? All that testosterone has me wandering from my subject -- a question that arises now and again on Internet writers' forums -- how does a writer write from the point of view of the opposite sex and do it well and believably?

Since I struggle with this now and then,  I pay attention to the suggestions that I see offered.
Below are some that I think actually work fairly well.  I'd love to hear opinions -- especially from those of the male persuasion.
DISCLAIMER: I know that these are generalizations. And I know that all generalizations are false -- including this one.

Have the character focus on one thing at a time -- men don't generally multi-task or multi-think in the way that women do.

I've observed this to be true in many cases and have come to the conclusion that it derives from the early division of labor between the sexes. As hunters, men had to focus and stay focused on the quarry while women were tending babies and gathering food and wood and water, keeping an eye on lots of things at once.


Avoid emotional words and 'baggage.'

I only half agree with this one -- most good fictional males have baggage; they just don't talk about it till it's wrung out of them under extreme stress. The 'strong, silent ' types, in other words.

Don't apologize, fret, or worry; just do. 
The antithesis to the Woody Allen sort of character -- or Hamlet, for that matter. 

Being Rambo means never having to say you're sorry.
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THE OATH: A 100-WORD SPECULATIVE TALE

[The following is a 100-word Guest Post by Houston Steve - and his first-ever 100-word story.]

In 2021 I was a 14 year old immigrant; carried my green card everywhere. No telling when a policeman would reasonably suspect I was illegal.

I envied the Americans. When we entered a building, they weren’t questioned, but someone would always demand to see my “papers.” I looked like them; talked like them. Texans sounded more out of place here in Massachusetts.

In 2026 I took the oath. Afterwards a syringe was inserted behind my right ear. It was injected.

Those doorpost flags were readers, not American mezuzahs. Now I was like my friends, and I had my American citizenchip.

Again with the Tiaras…


I couldn’t help myself I had to make another tiara. This one is actually based on a necklace design I came up with a while ago. I’m very please with how it turned out.

Caged Angel

Artistic vision?

Religious statement?



Taken with my iPhone at Market Street.



APRIL GUILD EVENT

Winey Elisson

Alas, I will not be attending the April Guild event, AKA the Big Fat Greek Wine Tasting at Kyma this evening. Not that I don’t enjoy Greek food and wine - I most certainly do. A gyros sandwich makes my head spin, I love a nice slab of lamb, and I even will drink retsina, the often-despised turpentine-flavored Greek vino that derives its peculiar pong from the addition of pine resin.

Denny will have to handle this one on his own. Perhaps Houston Steve will be there to exchange politically charged bons mots with him as they get their collective Greek Freak on.

What’s on the menu? Let’s take a look:

Speaker’s Wine:
Domaine Spiropoulos Brut Moschofilero “Ode Panos” NV

First Flight:
Domaine Spiropoulos Mantinia Moschofilero 2008
Dalamara Malagousia 2007
Domaine Sigalas Santrini Assyrtiko 2008

Grilled octopus with pickled red onion salad, red wine vinaigrette. Seared tuna herb crusted ahi tuna, quinoa salad, preserved lemons, pine nuts, tomato, mint

Second Flight:
Popova Kula Tikves Vranec 2005
Boutari Naoussa Xinomavro 2007
Gaia Nemea Agiorghitiko “Notios” 2008

“Tiropitakia”: cheese pie with blend of four Greek cheeses, baked in country phyllo. Three-boned pork rib, coriander yogurt

Third Flight:
Pape Johanea Nemea Agiorghitko (Old Vine) 1999
Paivou Nemea Agiorghitiko (Reserve) Vintage TBD
Domaine Skouras Nemea Agiorghitiko “Grande Cuvee” 2006

Single cut marinated lamb chop. Braised Acadian redfish, onions, carrots, celery, potato, garlic, tomato “plaki”

Dessert:
Achaia Clauss Patras Mavrodaphne NV

Baklava “boureki” (rolled baklava), candied pistachios

It will all be delectable, I’m sure. Opa!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Just Another Nutcase?

Not here at the farm -- all serene here. 

But at the Asheville Airport, as President Obama was leaving on Sunday, the police arrested an armed man in a car equipped with clear LED law enforcement-style strobe lights in the front and rear dash. The car also had a mounted digital camera in the front window, four large antennas on the trunk lid, and under the steering wheel was a working siren box.

The armed man was not in law enforcement. When he got out of the car, he was listening to a handheld scanner and radio that had a remote earpiece. Police said he was monitoring local agencies and had formulas for rifle scopes on a note in his cup holder.

For the story I read, go HERE.

And for another story, with info gleaned from the Web to give a fuller picture of this individual (he likes ham radio, had trouble with girls, struggled to learn to play the piano), go to THIS STORY. 

(Reminder to self -- never post anything you don't want the world to know, especially if you plan to get arrested wearing a side arm and saying you just want to talk to the President.)
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ZELIG

Zelig, you may recall, is the title of a 1983 Woody Allen film about one Leonard Zelig, a “human chameleon” who had no identity of his own, but who would take on the characteristics of the people around him.

I’m a little like that. Not quite the same as the Zelig of the eponymous movie, my talent is a sort of Zelig-like ability to be mistaken for a member of whatever ethnic group I find myself among.

If I’m in a crowd of Italians, everyone assumes I’m Italian.

When I am amongst Greeks, everyone thinks I’m Greek.

With Turks, I am Turkish. Russians, Russian. Albanians, Albanian. I can pass... until I open my mouth, of course.

There are exceptions. Nobody ever thinks I am Scottish, Irish, White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, or Asian. (Well, actually, someone once thought I was Asian. But that person was either drunk or terminally stupid.)

Perhaps the strangest instance of my Zelig-osity took place at a party She Who Must Be Obeyed and I attended in Houston some fifteen years ago. Our neighbor across the street was the Indian consul, and one evening he and his wife decided to do some Major Entertaining. The guest list included representatives from pretty much every diplomatic mission in Houston, a gaggle of consular officials from every continent - plus a handful of The Locals sprinkled in. We, along with a few of our other neighbors, served as The Locals.

As I wandered through the house with SWMBO, drink and tandoori chicken drumstick in hand, Zelig moments started taking place at regular intervals. People were genuinely surprised to find out that I was a “mere” neighbor rather than an ambassador from some exotic foreign locale. (Ireland excepted.) Things got even stranger, however...

There was a small group of bearded men wearing white robes and headcoverings sitting together in one corner of one room. When they saw me, the immediately motioned me over and introduced themselves as the Iranian consular mission. Possibly owing to the beard I wore at the time, they were absolutely convinced that I was Iranian. When I politely explained that, no, I was not, at first they didn’t believe me.

“You must be Iranian.”

“No, no - really, I’m not. Trust me on this one.”

And when they finally gave up and invited me to visit their country one day, I said I would be honored to do so.

Under my breath, I added, “Ven di Moshiach kimmt (when the Messiah comes).”

THE LIST

On Mondays and Thursdays, our morning Minyan services include a Torah reading. The scroll is removed from the Ark, paraded around the chapel, laid down upon the shulchan - the reading table - and the ba’al korei (reader) chants three brief sections from the week’s portion.

The Morning Reading
Reading a slice of Sefer Vayikra (the Book of Leviticus). From left to right: Elisson, gabbai aleph; Barney C., the honoree; Judith S., the reader; Eraj, gabbai bet.

Two gabbaim stand on either side of the shulchan. Their job is to call up those who will recite the Torah blessings before and after each reading; to call up those who will lift and roll the scroll after the readings are completed; to recite the Mi-Shebeirakh prayer for the sick; and to correct any errors that the reader may make. (Because the Torah scroll contains no vowels or musical notes - only consonants - even the most well-prepared reader will make an occasional mistake.)

I serve as one of the gabbaim - except on those infrequent days when I am actually doing the reading. And because I recite the prayer for the sick, I know who is on The List - the list of those who are in need of healing.

This morning, Eraj, a fellow Minyan regular, returned to our morning Minyan after a one-week absence to sit shiva for his mother, who passed away a week ago Friday. And he returned to his usual spot, standing on the opposite side of the shulchan from me.

When it came time to recite the Mi-Shebeirakh, I knew that there was one name I would have to omit from The List. And I shed a silent tear for Eraj’s mother Goha. I had never met her, but I had included her name in my Mi-Shebeirakh prayers for as long as I can remember. But, alas, no longer.

There are only two ways to get off The List once you’re on it. You either get well... or you don’t.

I added another name to The List today - the mother of a dear friend, who had had a close call a few days ago. I’m hoping she’s not on The List very long... and that she gets off for the right reason.

Sell-Out Tower?

Near my father's senior living community, there is a large monolithic church steeple-thingy right next to a church.

I always thought it was a little ostentatious. 

Well, recently, my dad informed me that the church allegedly has a contract with someone to store a cell phone tower inside of it?  Or something along those lines.



So, my question to you is...sellout?  or smart?







Sunday, April 25, 2010

Kate, Meet Hannah

Kate the donkey was in serious need of a pedicure.  Over a winter of standing around, her hooves had become seriously overgrown and she looked like she was wearing bedroom slippers.
Ta da! Hannah Knox, Farrier to the rescue!
Now while Kate is not technically wild (she'll eat out of your hand if she likes the looks of what's on offer,) she's as independent as a hog on ice and attempts to get a halter on her or to get her into a stall were not immediately successful. 

Kate took a look  at Hannah and decided Something was Up -- of which she wanted no part. We begin to wonder if tranquilizers were going to be necessary -- or a dart gun.
But eventually Kate allowed herself to be coaxed into a stall where Justin and Hannah managed to get a halter on her. (I have no pictures of this or what followed because the stall was dark and it seemed likely that the camera's flash would upset Kate even more.)

It was really pretty amazing. John had a rope on the halter and kept Kate's head in a corner of the stall whiled Justin held her neck in a fairly successful attempt to keep the donkey from moving about or damaging Hannah.

Hannah, let me say, is a small woman who looks about fifteen years old. But she's BWFA certified and  after watching her muscle Kate around and carve those neglected hooves into something more hoof shaped, I'm pretty convinced Hannah could, as they say, beat bears with switches.

 Kate landed one solid kick -- on the wall of the stall, thank goodness -- and the whole operation was accomplished without injury.

If you need a farrier and are in the western NC/east TN area -- give Hannah a call!

Her numbers are: 828-656-2508 or 850-324-3818 (cell)
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Steampunk Monk

On one of my wild wonderings around the internet one day, I happened upon this little creature. His elegant lines and, stalwart character stopped me in my tacks. Entitled the “Steampunk Monk” created out of ceramic by the nimble fingers of Barbara Dunshee . A truly haunting figure reminding one of dreamscapes long forgotten, or the possible future of man evolution.

They don't make Yellow Ink in Ireland.

I have this really cool all-in-one HP printer/scanner/copier.
And it takes five colors of ink.

So, when I have to refill and buy new ink, I buy a 5-pack.

And I noticed something odd...
four of the colors are "made in Ireland" and one color is "made in Malaysia."






Yet they all came in the same box.

I can only conclude that they don't make Yellow Ink in Ireland.



HAVEIL HAVALIM #264

Welcome to Edition Number 264 of Haveil Havalim, AKA Vanity of Vanities, the Jewish Blog-Carnival. Here’s the quick ’n’ dirty Explanation and Mission Statement:

Founded by Soccer Dad, Haveil Havalim is a carnival of Jewish blogs - a weekly collection of Jewish and Israeli blog highlights, tidbits, and points of interest collected from blogs all around the world. It’s hosted by different bloggers each week and coordinated by Jack B. Nimble. The term “Haveil Havalim,” which means “Vanity of Vanities,” is from Megillat Kohelet (the Book of Ecclesiastes), written by King Solomon. King Solomon built the Holy Temple in Jerusalem and later on got all bogged down in materialism and other excesses and realized that it was all nothing but havel - vanity.

Before we get underway, let me extend a hearty barukhim habaim - welcome! And in case you’re new to Blog d’Elisson, feel free to wander off and peruse the archives here once you’re through checking out this week’s Carnival posts. I write a “kitchen sink” blog (as in “everything but the...”), but there are numerous posts on Jewish topics amongst all the other narrischkeit.

And now, let the linkage begin...

Culture

If the notoriously-offensive-to-pretty-much-everyone South Park were to show Moshe Rabbeinu dressed in a bear suit (Moshe Doveinu?), would we Jews get all bent out of shape about it? At SimplyJews, SnoopyTheGoon writes about the response from another Abrahamic religion when faced with a similar situation.

Dan Illouz wants you to know that when you visit his site, you can do more than simply read the posts - you can engage in an online chat on topics relating to Judaism and Israel. So, nu - what are you waiting for? Chat, already!

If you could simply take a pill and instantly have your head filled with, say, a college education, would you do it? Mordechai Torczyner, AKA The Rebbetzin’s Husband discusses the difference between learning and knowledge in this thought-provoking post. The money quote: “The Torah’s mitzvah is to learn, not to know. The search really is what matters.” Amein v’ amein.

Dovid ben Letterman never did a “Top Ten Oldest Books Known to Man,” but now he doesn’t need to. According to Isabella Smith at Online Degree, “the literature currently considered the oldest in the world may shift in line with newer, more exciting technologies. These ancient texts will always remain amongst the oldest known to humanity.”

As an October/Tishrei kid, I would have been devastated to find out that, had I been in gan in my Snot-Nose Days, my birthday party would have been postponed. At least, that’s what I learned from Mrs. S. (Our Shiputzim: A Work In Progress) in her post about Postponed Parties.

History

Chaviva (who encourages us to “Just Call Me Chaviva”) recounts the story of her recent visit to the U.S. Holocaust Museum. [I’ve visited the Museum several times myself – I can keep my emotions in check only until I see the piles of victims’ shoes, and, inevitably, I lose it completely.]

Daled Amos, writing at Israeli Settlements, points out a fact that is all too often overlooked by the folks who moan about the plight of the “Palestinians”: that before Jewish economic development attracted large numbers of Arabs to Palestine, it was a virtually empty land. Important reading!

Humor

LOLJew
Ever wonder what Elisson is thinking as he davens Tachanun? Now you know.

In these enlightened days, although women daven at the Kotel and are ordained as rabbis, we draw the line at the Kiddush Club. The inimitable Heshy Fried discusses the weighty issue of women who wish to take on the responsibility of additional mitzvos at Frum Satire.

Benji Lovitt (What War Zone???) guest-blogs at JPost.com and gives us this year’s list of 62 more things I love about Israel, a perfect way to celebrate Yom Ha’atzmaut.

SnoopyTheGoon throws us a zoological treatise on the rare Gazan yeti. [Gotta love the Snoopster - after all, he also refers to his Better Half as SWMBO!]

Israel

We lead off this category with a Posty-Trifecta from Israelity: a look at shop windows as the country prepares for Yom Ha-atzmaut; reflections on Yom Ha-zikaron, Israel’s Memorial Day; and one that really defies categorization, asking whether hookworms are (as Martha Stewart might say) a good thing. [Hey, don’t be so horrified - a hundred years ago, they used to sell tapeworms as an aid to losing weight. Really.]

Risa, AKA the Isramom, enjoys a family Yom Ha-atzmaut at Mitzpe Ramon in the Negev in this lovely post entitled Making Deserts Bloom and Other Miracles. In another post, she shares some reflections on Yom Ha-zikaron, Israel’s Memorial Day. I like her comparison of the sound of the sirens to the sound of the shofar.

Jacob Richman gives us more Good News from Israel with his post about the latest series of Israeli educational stamps. A must-read for philatelists... and anyone else who wants to see Israeli technology celebrated on little bitty sticky pieces of paper.

This week’s summary of issues relating to Religion and State in Israel can be found here in two manageable chunks: Part 1 and Part 2, thanks to Joel Katz.

At Esser Agaroth (Two Cents), Ben-Yehudah gives us his ten agaroth two cents’ worth, inviting us to Dr. Rabbi Sholom Gold’s lecture on the relationship between Israel and evangelical Christians. If you’re planning to be in Jerusalem on Monday, 26 April, you may want to check this out.

Yosef Silver offers us a photo taken during a recent trip to Israel: a view of the beach at Atlit. Says Yosef, “There’s nothing like spending a little quality time Up North with my family and my camera.”

Mordechai, our favorite Rebbetzin’s Husband, elucidates an anthropomorphic vision of Israel as both Motherland and Mother. Food for thought.

Galit, the Minnesota Mamaleh, wishes Israel a happy sixty-second!

Judaism

Can a new festive holiday - Yom Ha-atzmaut - be celebrated after the destruction of the Second Temple? Yisroel, writing at Artzeinu discusses some of the halachic implications of observing Yom Ha-atzmaut.

Jewish traditions of mourning and bereavement are a powerful tool for dealing with the Holocaust, says David Fryman in this post at The Bennett Commentary.

At Tzedek-Tzedek, David Morris turns the blogging reins over to a guest writer, a victim of sex abuse who tells a story of her visit to the RBS mikvah and the difficulties it presented to a person who, understandably, feels especially vulnerable. In a second mikvah-related post, he discusses the mikvah in Ramat Bet Shemesh, control of which is currently being contested between the Rabbinical Council (Moetza Hadatit) and the independent Chareidi Rabbonim. If Rodney King were Jewish, he might be inspired to say, “Can’t we all just get along... without alla this sinat chinam?”

From The Chabad Lubavitch Headquarters News we have a memorial tribute to the late Rabbi Moshe Eliyahu Gerlitzky.

Writing at The Torah Revolution, Ariel Ben Yochanan states that “Some say Judaism is a culture, not a religion. I say it’s a mission.” Collective and individual tshuva is a necessity in order for Israel to have peace at the end of the day, says Ariel.

Rav Yehoishophot Oliver, posting at A Chassidishe farbrengen, tells us how to live up to our human potential.

Kashrut

Batya, over at me-ander, reminds us to send those kosher recipes and food-related post links in to the Kosher Cooking Carnival. Well, what are you waiting for? The Moshiach?

Leora Wenger (Here in HP), who will be hosting the next Kosher Cooking Carnival on May 16, also pitches the KCC... and lobs us a gorgeous apple pie recipe in the same post. I’m gonna plotz from all that deliciousness...

It never would have occurred to me that you could find a restaurant called “Traif” in Williamsburg, of all places... but there you are. Mottel weighs in on Jason Marcus’s new dining spot at Letters of Thought... and then he gets to deal with the trolls the above post brings out.

Personal

Elie writes a touching Yahrzeit post in remembrance of his son Aaron.

At me-ander, Batya shares a story of loss: And Then There Was One. Ha-Makom yenakhem etkhem b’toch sha’ar aveilei tzion viy’rushalayim... In a separate (and happier) post, she tells us about preparations for summer. Get a load of those baby grapes!

Rabbi Leigh Ann Kopans, The Frugal Ima herownself, tells us the story of how she became a Frugal Ima. Her blog is a great place to pick up advice on how to live frugally and simply within a Jewish context - be sure to check it out.

Neil Fleischmann is not just NY’s Funniest Rabbi - he’s also a teacher... and a poet.

Is genealogy a stupid waste of time? Not according to Friar Yid, who says roots have value.

Politics

Robert J. Avrech, keeper of the Seraphic Secret, presents a doomsday scenario that he sees as a possible result of the Obama administration’s incredibly naive [my adjective] foreign policy. I wish I could say it was completely far-fetched... but I cannot. Scary.

More on Iran from Eric at The Israel Situation, who asks, “Could Israel Attack Iran Alone?” It is, alas, not a rhetorical question. And, pssst - ya wanna book? Eric’s giving them away to lucky RSS feed subscribers. Learn how to get yours here.

Dan Illouz writes at the eponymous DanIllouz.com - Zionism, Judaism and Leadership. Here, he provides Three Reasons Why I Became a Member of the Likud. In another post, he reminds us that the strategic alliance between Israel and the United States benefits both parties - it’s most definitely not a one-way street, despite what some U.S. administration officials are trying to propound.

Batya, this time at Shiloh Musings, reminds us not to underestimate the Arabs.

Torah

Giving credit where credit is due is more than just good manners: It’s The Right Thing To Do. Thus sayeth SoMeHoW Frum!

At Geshmack Torah, NonymousG provides an analysis of some of the finer points of the mitzvah of honoring one’s parents.

Good deeds or faith - which is more effective at bringing us closer to an understanding of the Divine? It’s not just a point of discussion and/or disagreement between Jews and Christians - it’s the topic of this thought-provoking post at David Fryman’s The Bennett Commentary.

That concludes this edition of Haveil Havalim. If I’ve somehow managed to omit a submission, please send me an e-mail at elisson1 (at) aol (dot) com and I’ll be happy to plug it in. And don’t forget to submit your carefully-selected blog articles to the next edition of Haveil Havalim using our handy-dandy Blog Carnival submission form!

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Saturday, April 24, 2010

A Cow's Spring


                                                          No memory lingers
                                                          Of mud's misery, of dry hay,
                                                          Nor of snow and ice.
                                                          Warm in the Eternal Now,
                                                          The cows graze, gorging on Spring.   

 
 And speaking of grazing . . . the Obamas, who are vacationing in Asheville this weekend, made an excellent choice for good barbecue . . . they also went hiking . . . I keep wishing they'd stop by and set a spell on the porch.


 

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