Flip Flop
If there is one item in my wardrobe that is emblematic of my personality and lifestyle, it is the flip flop. Unlike many women, I'm not shoe crazy; I don't even own too many shoes. Flip flops and sandals are another matter. The mere sight of them in a store or catalog is enough to bring a smile to my face as my mind suddenly fills with images of gentle, plumeria-scented trade
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Sunday, January 9, 2005
The Invisible Woman Before my younger son was born, I would
The Invisible Woman
Before my younger son was born, I would regularly attend a weekly Torah class at my local Chabad. One class in particular stands out even after several years. I had arrived a few minutes early, and the only person in the room was a clean shaven, elegantly dressed older gentleman reading a paper. I greeted him politely. He completely ignored me; he simply continued to
Before my younger son was born, I would regularly attend a weekly Torah class at my local Chabad. One class in particular stands out even after several years. I had arrived a few minutes early, and the only person in the room was a clean shaven, elegantly dressed older gentleman reading a paper. I greeted him politely. He completely ignored me; he simply continued to
Sunday, January 2, 2005
Fear of a Black Hatted Blogger Stumbling across Hasidic
Fear of a Black Hatted Blogger
Stumbling across Hasidic Rebel's blog (eons ago) was like the first time I heard the music of Run-DMC: the rush of encountering something new and exciting, along with the knowledge that it was part of something that was only going to get bigger.
In many respects, the comparison to rap music is apt. In a recent post, Yoinoson observed that blogs, being the '
Stumbling across Hasidic Rebel's blog (eons ago) was like the first time I heard the music of Run-DMC: the rush of encountering something new and exciting, along with the knowledge that it was part of something that was only going to get bigger.
In many respects, the comparison to rap music is apt. In a recent post, Yoinoson observed that blogs, being the '
. . . Come, see real flowers of this painful world. --
. . .
Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.
-- Basho
Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.
-- Basho
Thursday, December 30, 2004
A Long Shadow My brother-in-law sent me an e-mail today from
A Long Shadow
My brother-in-law sent me an e-mail today from his winter home in Phuket, Thailand. He and his friends are trying, as much as possible, to get back into some kind of normal routine. He writes that "the cleanup is moving along well as lots of volunteers from different countries have flown in, but the overall feeling is one of surrealism and confusion. Patong Beach has always
My brother-in-law sent me an e-mail today from his winter home in Phuket, Thailand. He and his friends are trying, as much as possible, to get back into some kind of normal routine. He writes that "the cleanup is moving along well as lots of volunteers from different countries have flown in, but the overall feeling is one of surrealism and confusion. Patong Beach has always
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Swept Away I have the habit of reading the obituary section of
Swept Away
I have the habit of reading the obituary section of my local paper every day. I used to regard this as a morbid practice, until the day about a year or so ago when I was inexplicably drawn to the somber columns with their postage stamp sized photos. Now scanning the notices has become part of my daily ritual. As I read about the deceased - their education, their work, their families
I have the habit of reading the obituary section of my local paper every day. I used to regard this as a morbid practice, until the day about a year or so ago when I was inexplicably drawn to the somber columns with their postage stamp sized photos. Now scanning the notices has become part of my daily ritual. As I read about the deceased - their education, their work, their families
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Enviable Glories of the Table In 1847 Rabbi Elia Benamozegho
Enviable Glories of the Table
In 1847 Rabbi Elia Benamozegho exclaimed "Italian Jews! Two great names, two enviable glories, two superb crowns are united in you." No doubt it was the cooking of Italian Jews, cucina ebraica, which inspired such extravagant (if deserved) praise. Cucina Ebraica, written by former restaurateur and ardent Italophile Joyce Goldstein, is an excellent introduction to
In 1847 Rabbi Elia Benamozegho exclaimed "Italian Jews! Two great names, two enviable glories, two superb crowns are united in you." No doubt it was the cooking of Italian Jews, cucina ebraica, which inspired such extravagant (if deserved) praise. Cucina Ebraica, written by former restaurateur and ardent Italophile Joyce Goldstein, is an excellent introduction to
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