Jerusalem...where the reality of the everyday brushes against the eternal without our being able to separate them.
~We Jews, Author's Introduction
The notion that the Jew has stolen the national self, the "I" of a host people. It is as though the shadow not only imitates the movements of the master; he does is so well that the master begins to feel that he himself is becoming a shadow. Ironically, he becomes the shadow of a figure that is only an imitation of him.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
A day, a day, a night, a day
tomorrow, yesterday and today are Sunday sometimes.
But all three days and night today was Sunday.
And tomoz is Monday.
'We dedicate this heart that you created from the start, this beating heart will always cling to you.
We dedicate this soul that will never ever ever fall,
this heart and soul always belong to you.' ~Ken Burgess
But all three days and night today was Sunday.
And tomoz is Monday.
'We dedicate this heart that you created from the start, this beating heart will always cling to you.
We dedicate this soul that will never ever ever fall,
this heart and soul always belong to you.' ~Ken Burgess
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Philosophers' Dinner
sixteen people, eight formal courses, six philosophical proofs, one very cool evening.
Seating and Introduction
An aperitif with French mint candies. (aperitifS)
Design
Several offerings of fresh breads and chi chi spreads.
First Cause
Sushi, saki, and a pate. Foods that end in vowels mostly.
Moral
Mango, Cranberry, Dates of Palm, and Letuces.
Green is good, other colors are important too.
Ontological
A duality of Peach-Cinnamon Soup (coooold soup!)
Psychological
Crown Racks of Lamb with blueberry dressing, (stuffing plus cranberries...)
Summer Venison Stew (bambi :'( ), seved with Guinness and Merlot.
Pascal's Wager
Chocolate and Carrot Cakes, Bowl o' Cherries. (nope, no cherries.)
Close
Ports, Cigars, Fresh Coffees or Teas
Seating and Introduction
An aperitif with French mint candies. (aperitifS)
Design
Several offerings of fresh breads and chi chi spreads.
First Cause
Sushi, saki, and a pate. Foods that end in vowels mostly.
Moral
Mango, Cranberry, Dates of Palm, and Letuces.
Green is good, other colors are important too.
Ontological
A duality of Peach-Cinnamon Soup (coooold soup!)
Psychological
Crown Racks of Lamb with blueberry dressing, (stuffing plus cranberries...)
Summer Venison Stew (bambi :'( ), seved with Guinness and Merlot.
Pascal's Wager
Chocolate and Carrot Cakes, Bowl o' Cherries. (nope, no cherries.)
Close
Ports, Cigars, Fresh Coffees or Teas
Friday, June 13, 2008
We need to live
http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2008/06/this_latest_award_i_dedicate_t.html#more
oh may G-d bless you Adrian... your life shines, and it will keep shining
always.
oh may G-d bless you Adrian... your life shines, and it will keep shining
always.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
One book to my desert? A good book. Shavuot. Shavuot. Shavuot.
I feel like posting the day and date every day and date. Like, today is Wednesday, June 11th.
Point is, I would take a lil medium sized large pocket Torah. I really would.
It was Shavuot in two-thousand-and-eight. or rather in five-thousand-seven-hundred-and-fifty-eight since Adam came to be. And I became me on that day, too. cuz I chose a good book, I think.
Point is, I would take a lil medium sized large pocket Torah. I really would.
It was Shavuot in two-thousand-and-eight. or rather in five-thousand-seven-hundred-and-fifty-eight since Adam came to be. And I became me on that day, too. cuz I chose a good book, I think.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Wondrous Night of Rain
d r i p d r o p d r o p d r o p
dr ip dr op dri p drop dripdrip dropdripdripdrop
dropdripdripdropdripdripdripdripdropdrop
DROPDRIPPOUNDINGDROPDROPRAINRAINDRIPPOURDROP
lai lai where am I
if not barefoot
dancing
outside on the rough pavement of the middle of my
road.
dr ip dr op dri p drop dripdrip dropdripdripdrop
dropdripdripdropdripdripdripdripdropdrop
DROPDRIPPOUNDINGDROPDROPRAINRAINDRIPPOURDROP
lai lai where am I
if not barefoot
dancing
outside on the rough pavement of the middle of my
road.
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