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|Thursday, January 22nd, 2009|
* I promise to send documents online rather than printing them.
* I promise to buy recycled paper if printing is really necessary.
* I promise to use double sided printing.
It's all these guys
' fault Current Mood: self-righteous -mixed motives
|Sunday, December 21st, 2008|
The gentle winter rain
Turns all the grass very green
You have snow? Losers.
Oy Chanukah Oy
Chanukah A yontif a
sheine. Es latkes!
|Writer's Block: Long Nights, Short Poems
Today my lover
It's the winter solstice in the Northern hemisphere, summer solstice in the Southern hemisphere, and Haiku Day in the U.S. Does that inspire you to write a three-line poem with five syllables in the first and last lines and seven in the middle line?
wrote his first haiku, sharing
syllables with me.
|Monday, December 1st, 2008|
Where have I been for the past 101 weeks?
Some of it is the fault of this man
. He's also to blame for introducing this
into our home.
|Wednesday, December 20th, 2006|
Picked up some prescriptions at Walgreens today, and stapled to them was a sheet entitled "About Using Antidepressants in Children and Teenagers." It warns parents to contact their healthcare provider "if your child exhibits any of the following signs for the first time, or if they seem worse, or worry you:
--Attempts to commit suicide"
Oh--taped on to the sheet was a little candy cane and a picture of Santa Claus.
|Sunday, November 26th, 2006|
|Tuesday, October 31st, 2006|
I don't buy too many cds anymore, for various reasons, but occasionally one comes out that I have
Ordered it yesterday. I can't wait...
|Sunday, October 15th, 2006|
|Farewell to the Succah
It was, as always, really nice, although each time I do it I remember why I don't manage it every year. Had some very nice gatherings in the not-too-cold fall evenings, with discussions ranging from lofty to less-so to listen-to-the-silence, all of which were sweet.
None of the pictures from nightime came out (when people were there, and the moon was shining, and you could see gabecentric
's dragonfly lights at their best), but imagine this with moonlight and a fair number of shlivovtitz shots.
a few more pics ( behind the cutCollapse )
|Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006|
A trip to Home Despot netted 8 two-by-fours, 4 joist hangers, and a box of 1 1/2 inch nails. After an afternoon of work, I now have the framework for a sukkah
in my back yard. This week I'll be adding walls, branches on top, and of course decor. I'm hoping that guests will visit throughout the holiday, which starts friday night and lasts a week. Please drop me a note if you'd like to come by and shake a lulav
, have some cake or schlivovitz
, or just enjoy the we're-camping-out-in-the-back-yard feeling. I'm tentatively planning to sleep out there, but I'm not sure I have that level of religious devotion.
|Tuesday, September 26th, 2006|
|The Mere Anarchy Garden
I've lived in my house for about eighteen years. When I moved in, its large back yard was a wilderness of blackberries; over the years, I got those out, planted a bunch of trees and bushes, and, uh, taken a vaiety of approaches. I tend to cycle; a few years of intensive work, followed by a few years of laziness in which most of the work gets lost to the vagaries of nature.
This past year has been a work cycle. I finally finished hardscaping (I like that word) the stairs and pathways in the main part of the yard, removed some of the wilder out-of-control brugmansias, and started a program of planting things with more atttention to the overall effect.
After months of this, the yard looks better than it has for some time. But the gyre is widening, and I'm not sure the falcon can still hear me -- or if it can, it isn't listening.
For one thing, the part of the garden I figured as sunny and planted all the achillaea in turns out to be shadier than the part I figured as shady that I planted all the ligularia in. I have a few more plants to add, and I can't decide whether to put them in the places they were planned for, where they won't grow very well but at least the effect will look consistent, or whether to admit defeat and start planting them where they will do best and make the landscaping design a subject of scorn and mockery.
In the meantime, a vining primrose that I found at Annie's annuals is producing only about one small flower a week (it should be covered with them) but is otherwise happy enough to be doing a pretty good kudzu imitation and engulfing the herbs around it. The moist soil under the palm that I planned for showy moisture- loving flowers turns out to be so filled with palm roots that there's really no soil, just roots to hack away at, and planting is almost impossible. My native plants flourish, but in very peculiar directions so that nothing is where it's supposed to be and a machete is getting to be necessary for garden strolls.
I wonder if astroturf is really such a bad choice...
|Sunday, September 24th, 2006|
|Parsely root, anyone?
Made a nice Rosh Hashana dinner for friends last night -- chicken soup with knoedle, home-baked challah, roast beef, sweet-potato/carrot fry, polish caramelized cabbage, and blueberry pie. It was fun. I've taken to chanting the RH kiddush with the RH Maariv nusach, and that was pretty and well-received.
Liberal synagogoes tend to overblow the RH Evening service, because they dont trust congregants to show up the next day. Traditionally, it's a reasonably short service, with a distinctive, memorable nusach, and then you go home and have the holiday dinner. Given the choice between bloated services and a nice dinner, chose the latter.
So i make excellent chicken soup, but it's lacking one key traditional ingredient -- parseley root. (Not to be confused with parsnip) Anyone know where I might get a hold of some?
|Toes of an architect
From the New York Observer:
On a weekday morning in mid-June, Steven Lazen answered the phone at Slade Architecture, a small design firm in lower Manhattan. The caller said that his name was Marcus. Marcus told Mr. Lazen that he had a Brooklyn property to renovate: 2,200 square feet, $650,000 budget. The firm set up a meeting for later that afternoon.
Before getting off the phone, Marcus made one last request: He was a devout Japanese Buddhist, he told Mr. Lazen, and he believed in the spiritual importance of feet. As such, he would need the Slade employees to strip out of their shoes and socks upon his arrival. At that point, Marcus explained, he would perform a Buddhist foot blessing for all of the men in the office. Not the women. Just the men.
|Friday, September 15th, 2006|
|Saturday, September 2nd, 2006|
|My computer is reading my mind again
Came back from the very talented pole
dancing contest at the Eagle, with LJ providing the real talent -- bearzbub
, and boyshapedbox
. I tried to distribute my
cash impartially, but someone didn't keep his pants down long enough to really get it in there, so I had to use the jar for him. Bad bear. Sigh.
|Friday, August 25th, 2006|
|A less usual dream
My dreams have been unusually lucid this week for some reason, and last night's was, uh, rather unique.
|Thursday, August 24th, 2006|
|a proposition from pakistan
I'm on a fair number of dating sites. In addition to the messages from guys in Idaho, and the ones from Nigeria that are obvious preludes to requests for check cashing, I occasionally get exotic ones that get my attention, one way or another. I posted a very poetic one a while back. Here's the latest, more novel than poem, behind a cut for your work safe convenience.
|Dreams and prayers
Some dreams are farily universal. You're back in school, and there's a class you registered for that you forgot about, and now it's too late and you're going to flunk out. Or the one where you are addressing the IML convention and discover that you're fully clothed and have somehow lost your tit clamps.
Last night's was an interesting variation on number one. I realized that I had screwed up, and was not able to graduate from high school. I remembered, however, that I did graduate from college and law school, but that wasn't going to count because now I didn't have a high school diploma. That extra twist made it far more menacing....
In other news, I've been asked to help rework one of the prayerbooks I'd translated and designed for Chochmat Halev. It's been a while since I've done work for them; and while I've done projects in the meantime for paying clients, they tend to want things a lot more staid than do my spaced-out meditators at Chochmat. It eats up time like crazy -- finding exactly the right word or getting Hebrew, transliteration, and translation to all line up exactly right--but I love it. There are even intimations that some paying work for them may be coming up, which would be the best of all possible worlds, although I have a wait-and-see attitude on that...
|Saturday, August 19th, 2006|
|Wednesday, August 16th, 2006|
|Monday, August 14th, 2006|