I am, always have been, and likely always will be, a nerd. It’s not books, TV shows, or movies…don’t confuse geek chic with nerdliness. Everyone likes comic book movies at this point; it’s no longer the province of desperately annoying social outliers. No, I mean the kind of guy you don’t make eye contact with
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Our rabbi mentioned briefly in his dvar this week “hitbodedut,” the form of private Jewish meditation, associated most with Rabbi Nachman of Breslov and the Breslover chassidim. Rabbi Nachman urged forests or fields for this. Can do! Says I. Muir said, “Into the woods I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” I find
Photo credit: Paul Cyr After a week-long vacation in Florida, we returned to Maine to find that our tomato plants had been raided and one of our newly planted fruit trees had been savaged. As my children played outside yesterday, as we had some time to recuperate, I thought about the prophet Elisha sending some bears
For black soldiers, history itself has often ignored them. Memorial Day is a good time to think about their particular kind of sacrifice, when the way they had to serve was very much a reflection of American culture at the time.
I wonder how many other Jewish kids in schools where there isn’t even a Jewish minority (Minority: Population One or Two) face Holocaust studies with trepidation. My wife grew up in a big Jewish community and counted Auschwitz survivors in the family. Me, I grew up aware of my Jewish background in a community with
I’m a cynic. I’m suspicious of people who eke out a living out of things like anti-racism. I feel strongly that in order to justify a paycheck, they have to overcomplicate the dynamics of racism, by misapplying academic theory to the mechanics of everyday living. Their greatest utility seems to lurk in identifying the insufficiency
“There is some factor in man, some form of special adaptation, which prompts a few individuals to exploits which, however purposeless they may seem, are of value to the survival of the race.” – J.L.R. Anderson, The Ulysses Factor
It’s been an eventful couple of months, and I haven’t been aggressive about writing for the blog. Passover was magical this year. Nezzie was a nightmare at the community first night Seder at our synagogue. Did we fulfill the halachic requirements? Yes. Was Nezzie tedious and embarrassing? Also yes. The second night was even better.
I don't want to live in a world without lions, and without people who are lions.
I was thinking the other day that it would be a good time in Amelia’s life to show her either “Aguirre, the Wrath of God” or “Fitzcarraldo” and introduce her to Werner Herzog. The man is one of my favorite filmmakers. His films often beat you over the head with imagery. When he’s paired with
I watched a video I shouldn’t have today, footage of the carnage of the recent school shooting (“which one?” will be the sadly relevant question months from now). I’ve served in the military for so long partly because I don’t want those kinds of scenes playing out here, especially in our schools. Or at least