If you read the YouTube comments, you’ll see that most people found this viddy in extremely poor taste. They’re probably right, seeing as these are the Days of Awe and we should all be down with the serious business of atoning instead of finding a cynical giggle in a skit about selling tickets to High Holidays services like they were front row seats to a Hannah Montana concert (though it must be noted that the synagogue I attend may be the only one in the world that doesn’t.)
That Jewish Robot dude sure knows how to make me laugh while my stomach is in knots.
I always get like this during the black days in between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur - all my sins of the year seem to collect around my head like a nasty storm cloud, and ten days of repentance doesn’t seem like enough.
Fortunately, I have our country’s economic train wreck to distract me from my self-loathing, and tonight’s debate between Joe “Insert Foot Here” Biden and Sarah “I Read ALL The Newspapers, ALL OF THEM” Palin should be good for a few moments of relief.
Hat tip to El Yenta Man, who I hope is online, planning a fabulous vacation for our 10th anniversary next week.
In my early 20’s, I dated a very sweet, green-eyed shaygetz boy who was canvassing restaurants one fall looking for work. One afternoon he called me frusturated because the head chef of Mill Valley’s fanciest kitchen cancelled their interview because he was “too busy preparing the dinner menu for some chick named Shashanna.”
Obviously, our relationship was not meant to be. He was a great cook and lovely person; it wasn’t his fault he grew up with Christian fundamentalists in south Tucson. But what do you suppose is the excuse of the Los Angeles-based Dreamworks (owned by that Jewish guy, think his name’s Shpielberg or sumpin’) admin assistant who wrote this asinine memo?:
So. Either you’re getting ready for synagogue and making thorough list of atone-able sins, or you’re gonna sit down with a sandwich in front of VH-1 tonight to pay homage to one of rock’s most amazing Jewish musicians, Geddy Lee, and his band Rush.
Sarah Silverman lends her potty mouth to The Great Shlep to get Jewish grandparents on board with Obama. Like you need a warning, but it’s, um, not for kids.
Yes, a new year is almost upon us, and Savannah weather has finally turned from blanketing us all with hot, dank air that you could literally cut through and spread on a piece of toast (if wasn’t too freakin’ hot to plug in the damn toaster) to gorgeous, breathable fall breezes just crisp enough to sprinkle some cinnamon on and dip into a vat of honey.
5768 is almost over, my sandals have been pushed back to the netherregions of the closet and I am making a booty call for these made-in-Israel Naot boots. They are so gorgeous they leave me speechless with podiatric lust.
No, I cannot afford them. Three hundred dollars for a pair of boots when there are so many other bills to pay is a SHANDA. But I have bargain-hunting skills, yo, passed down to me through four generations of fashion-obsessed misers who never let market price deter them. I will never forget the wisdom passed down from my Bubbe Reggie (may she be resting in peace as well as fabulousness) while shopping with her at Burdine’s department store in Miami: “Honey, we’re Jews. We don’t pay retail.”
What amazing treasures could my foremothers have tracked down had they had access to the wonders of eBay? ‘Cause that’s where I have just found the objects of my desire FOR HALF PRICE. I can hear Bubbe croaking her approval.
Now the shanda is that I can’t wear them to Yom Kippur services ’cause they’re leather.
Lovin’ on this piece by ceramic artist Patricia Lazar, which I came across on the JudaicaJournal blog (who also posted some of the kickass photos of Alaska Women Reject Palin Rally.) I don’t know if it’s a plant holder or a place to keep the Shabbat matches hidden from pyro-obsessed children or what, but IT PRETTY.
My language skillz grow badder the closer sun gets to bottom of sky…
I swore to the children last year that we would build a real sukkah this year for the Festival of Eating In Little Booths In the Backyard instead of our usual mini-versions made of graham cracker walls, a pretzel roof and fruit-shaped cereal (although my Shalom School kids always enjoy that project!). I was super inspired by this month’s hip sukkah spread in Jewish Living Magazine and I have Martha Stewart fantasies of lounging with our neighbors in a fabulous tent with purple curtains, feeding each other pomegranate seeds.
But there’s a teeny problem: Building a sukkah requires tools. Now, El Yenta Man wields a fishing rod like a Viking, and should the banks continue collapsing like the four horses of the Apocalypse are galloping into town snorting fire, he could probably feed all of us from the sea with nothing but a spool of thread and the pop top from an old beer can. But the thought of spending several continuous evenings in a structure that he nailed together - even if he did manage keep all his limbs while constructing it - makes me nervous.
Everyone keeps telling me to buy one of those pre-fab modular jobbies, but OY GEVALT they’re expensive - and the price doesn’t even include so much as a fringey strip to decorate the bare walls. But then I found this basic 8×8 kit for a decent price, “designed for the complete novice builder and requires no previous carpentry skill or knowledge.” That’d be us. Supposedly the only tool required is a power screwdriver, and it comes with a “Klutz-Proof” Manual, which sounds very promising.
Any of you done this before? Can ya help a sister out with some advice?
Tzipi Livni won the Kadima primary yesterday, and if she can rally enough support from Israel’s rambling list of political parties to create a governing body (seriously, American may have invented democracy, but the Knesset makes our two-choice system look like a sham,) will likely become the Holy Land’s second female prime minister (Golda Meir blasted the Israeli glass ceiling 30 years ago.)
I’ve always liked Tzipi - She’s got mad foreign policy skills and media savvy, she’s smart as hell, diplomatic, dovish and a vegetarian; she’s rabid about protecting Israel but compassionate enough to recognize that Palestinians are people, too.
Plus, I’m pretty sure she could wipe the UN floor with Ahmadinejad’s beard if given the opportunity.
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