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A Klingon Purim Story
Kreplach Means Success
A Klingon Purim Story
By pr1ss
with Musical accompaniment by
The ZZ Orchestra
NARRATOR Our guide through Space
MINISTRESS OF CONTINUITY Bureaucrats gonna Bureaucrat
QUEEN ASHUAGANDA An A-Mosessian
VASHTRIX An also-ran
PRINCE ETROG-SKA Charming, and Brawny too
COACH MARDOK Brawny in deed
99 OTHER BRAWNIES The runners- ( Read more... ) -
Purim 2020 Play
Is it Purim season already? A crazy upside down year of covrona distancing has passed and it is time for my latest annual play to be preformed. This time in ZOOM-O-VISION ( Read more... ) -
Esther’s Donkey Purim Spiel 2019
As usual, the Pr1ss Journal gets dusted off for my annual Purim Play, available only here on Livejournal, or in-person performances ( Read more... ) -
PGA LJ Yippie eye yay
Could my eljay blog be alive? On Friday I posted the Purim play that I wrote for 2017. It will be performed next Friday. I'll be in the role of Announcer 1. Plus, I'll be director and costumer and prop manager and vocalist. My daughter Maddy will be the ukulele orchestra, and my son Zbig, will probably be the king. The rest of the roles are up for ( Read more... ) -
Purim Golf Association
ANNOUNCER 1: This is the PGA! Welcome to the Ancient Persian Gulf Association 18 hole classic contest ( Read more... ) -
Pho and Candle
The 7-day memorial candle that I lit for my dad is still burning. Also, I made some pho.
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Tomato Story
When I was around six years old, Mom learned how to can produce. She got a pressure cooker, and those one-pint jars with the two-part lids, and she got the pickling seasoning which said on the label, "crab boil". Since we never ate crabs, even having the mention of them was a disturbing element to have in the kitchen. There was only one food from ( Read more... ) -
Immediacy
A little bit of down time on a Sunday
afternoon before an event starts. Who could I call for a moment of company? Dad's phone number is still in the favorite numbers list.
I called my daughter.
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The Miracle of 42 Chickpeas
My Wednesday night guests ate all of the hummus, but I still had plenty of bagels and crudités left. Shopping didn't feel appropriate, so I decided to substitute homemade guacamole for the Thursday night Shivah gathering. After we said Kaddish, I started setting out the snacks, and there was a whole tub of exactly the same hummus I'd gotten earlier ( Read more... ) -
Remembering
In all of the reminiscing with friends, and public speaking at small memorial gatherings over the last few days, I didn't mention that Dad taught me to roller skate. I imagine that more recollections will come filtering in as time goes by.