Apologies for radio silence for the last few days -- I decided, somewhat last-minute, that I wanted to hold a Seder on Sunday night, and so the last three evenings were entirely devoted to cooking and prep-work. It paid off -- people seemed interested in and impressed by my cliff-notes version of the service (as I was the only one there who knew any Hebrew, and only one of two Jews, it didn't make sense to do all eighty choruses of Dayenu and the pages of "Rabbi Elazar said of Hillel ..."), the food was great, even what we thought we'd botched, and half a dozen goyim discovered that the more Manishevitz you drink, the better it tastes. The highlight had to be our two Ohioans bonding and Matt quietly finding
satellite photos of
Taco Ninja. (Assassinate your hunger!)
The job hunt is once again underway, first and foremost hopes aimed towards a position as a Project Coordinator for the "I Have a Dream" Foundation. There are some other less exciting but pretty decent prospects, too.
How're you all?
(
shaenie: don't worry, I haven't forgotten.)