So, true story: I changed my facebook password because of the heartbeat thing, and now I have no idea what it is. But I wanted to post these pictures, so I did it on tumblr instead (I also changed that password, but I used a less important one which I've managed to remember.)

Pharoah, afflicted by the plague of frogs, or How I Am Everything Wrong ( Read more... )

You know, I don't mean for this journal to be all-religion, all the time. Soon I will get back to talking about all the cool television I have been watching. I mean, did anyone else see Women's Murder Club on Friday night? I really liked it, and although it will never be a great fannish staple, I can see it being the kind of procedural that ( Read more... )

One of the reasons I've been disturbed by the response to the post mamadeb made about the timing of the yuletide sign-ups is that it was exactly the kind of passive-aggressive, whiny, why-isn't-this-all-about-me? post I might make myself, if not on that precise topic. The response, frankly, seemed disproportionate to the content ( Read more... )

I was going to post about my response to ibarw (International Blog Against Racism Week; visit the comm for links and discussion), and kept putting it off, because I get the sense that people's feelings are still rather raw, and goodness knows we don't need another round of "those Italians/Hungarians/Russians/Protestants/whatevers beat up my grandparents ( Read more... )

Today is Yom haShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day), and one of the things the AJC does to commemorate it is a reading of names -- I'm sure there's a technical term for this, but can't think what it is -- so I was out in the cold and wind to read for them this afternoon. It was just a fifteen minute slot, but I got the list with the children on it, ( Read more... )

Some days, I really love my people. The (Conservative) Rabinnical Assembly has just decided to allow the ordination of gay rabbis and the celebration of same-sex "commitment ceremonies." Maybe. It really depends on how you define the word "decision." As the New York Times puts it:

...in a reflection of the divisions in the movement, the 25 ( Read more... )

::takes a deep breath ( Read more... )

I love Yom Kippur in the way I imagine some runners must love marathons--not just for the sense of satisfaction in completing something difficult, but also the extended moments of joy in the doing of it. Process and result. You wouldn't want to do it every weekend, but you still want to do it ( Read more... )