now we come to the days of awe
shana tovah, my fellow hebs! may you be inscribed in the book of life for a sweet year. my sister and i went out for dinner rosh hashanah eve, as is tradition, and for actual rosh hashanah we went to an entirely new temple partly because we've been going to our parents' former temple (when they moved to florida they kept an associate membership i think to guarantee high holy day tickets for us) but my sister really doesn't like the cantor. but also we figured we'd try someplace new. (cousin j of j&r told us about it - he has a friend who belongs there who's been trying to get him to come for years. we finagled free high holy days tickets so that's where we went. :D ) it was a much smaller building and congregation than our parents' former temple, practically everyone in the sanctuary was at least middle-aged, and people talked amongst themselves during services which my sister thought was rude but i didn't really notice. the rabbi was, uh, we'll say effusive but also came across as genuine and really involved. and i liked the cantor's voice. services were a little different than we're used to altho i imagine there's a certain amount of variation among houses of worship even if a lot of the structure of the service is the same. does that make sense? also! at one point the rabbi had us basically put our arms around whoever was sitting next to us and give the biblical priestly blessing which looks suspiciously like the vulcan salute. (which it is. because leonard nimoy got the idea from a blessing that men would give the congregation in the synagogue he grew up in.) the rabbi kind of laughed and said something like "no, it's not that" in a very "i'm well aware i've just told the whole congregation to give each other the vulcan salute" kind of way. and later in the service he mentioned something that his first spiritual advisor rabbi yoda taught him, and i don't remember what exactly it was but he did a very creditable yoda impression. so i guess the rabbi is kind of a nerd. :D
(unfortunately there was a small child, about toddler age, in the back of the sanctuary talking and wandering around and playing with what sounded like blocks - knocking them against the uncarpeted floor and each other - she was a happy kid but at that age kids don't have indoor voices so she was loud and distracting and her parents just... let her be a disturbance.)
my sister's friend e invited us over for dinner saturday night - food was good, company was fun, i passed judgement on e's kitchen and found it pleasing. it's a nice kitchen. i made honey cake and meringues which went over well. (e has two kids who thought the meringues were too minty but the kids are four and six and they really are minty meringues so, you know, fair.) i brought some dessert home because of course i did and yesterday my roommate ate the last two meringues while i was out of the house. she dropped one on the floor - or it cracked and fell, i'm not sure - so obviously she wasn't going to finish that one so she just... ate the last one. because i guess she really wanted it and it never occurred to her that i might actually want one. i gave her a hard time and i was not nice about it. come on, dude, you don't eat the last cookie if whoever made them isn't around for you to ask. i put the rest of the honey cake in the fridge so she wouldn't finish that too.
and that was my weekend! a little religious experience, delicious food, nice baked goods. also i did some laundry. so exciting.
i've discovered a new show - the chelsea detective. it's on bbc america. i've only seen two episodes because they're two hours long and come on at eleven at night. you can get in a lot more detecting and a lot more misdirection when you have two hours to do it. also one of the main characters lives on a houseboat on the thames and i covet it just a little.
a stolen van gogh painting was handed back to a dutch art detective in an ikea bag. it went missing a couple years ago and was apparently just being passed around the criminal underground until it was too much of a pain to hang on to so this guy just... stuck it in a pillowcase and an ikea bag and brought it back.
fans and their fannish living spaces, which i share partly because there's a photo of a barbie kitchen that is too pink to be believed and partly because it's just a nice, non-judgemental article.
(unfortunately there was a small child, about toddler age, in the back of the sanctuary talking and wandering around and playing with what sounded like blocks - knocking them against the uncarpeted floor and each other - she was a happy kid but at that age kids don't have indoor voices so she was loud and distracting and her parents just... let her be a disturbance.)
my sister's friend e invited us over for dinner saturday night - food was good, company was fun, i passed judgement on e's kitchen and found it pleasing. it's a nice kitchen. i made honey cake and meringues which went over well. (e has two kids who thought the meringues were too minty but the kids are four and six and they really are minty meringues so, you know, fair.) i brought some dessert home because of course i did and yesterday my roommate ate the last two meringues while i was out of the house. she dropped one on the floor - or it cracked and fell, i'm not sure - so obviously she wasn't going to finish that one so she just... ate the last one. because i guess she really wanted it and it never occurred to her that i might actually want one. i gave her a hard time and i was not nice about it. come on, dude, you don't eat the last cookie if whoever made them isn't around for you to ask. i put the rest of the honey cake in the fridge so she wouldn't finish that too.
and that was my weekend! a little religious experience, delicious food, nice baked goods. also i did some laundry. so exciting.
i've discovered a new show - the chelsea detective. it's on bbc america. i've only seen two episodes because they're two hours long and come on at eleven at night. you can get in a lot more detecting and a lot more misdirection when you have two hours to do it. also one of the main characters lives on a houseboat on the thames and i covet it just a little.
a stolen van gogh painting was handed back to a dutch art detective in an ikea bag. it went missing a couple years ago and was apparently just being passed around the criminal underground until it was too much of a pain to hang on to so this guy just... stuck it in a pillowcase and an ikea bag and brought it back.
fans and their fannish living spaces, which i share partly because there's a photo of a barbie kitchen that is too pink to be believed and partly because it's just a nice, non-judgemental article.