Wouldn’t’ve Guessed!

October 17, 2018

My son really loves the Edward Gorey book The Doubtful Guest, which is great for me, because I also love Edward Gorey, and I hate reading dumb children’s books!  But I noticed today, when reading it for the umpteenth time, that when the creature is said to like “peeling the soles off his white canvas shoes,” it appears he is wearing… Converse All Stars?

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Cute!

I was like, is that possible?  I checked the copyright: the book was published first in 1957. Converses had to be from the 1970s, no?

No!  Chuck Taylors were first designed in 1917 and then redesigned in 1922, and have basically looked the same since then.  Isn’t it great when a company is like, we do this one thing really well and so we think we’ll just continue doing it this way?  (Cough *Gmail* cough.)

Some fun facts about Edward Gorey, while we’re on the subject:

*His roommate at Harvard was poet Frank O’Hara

*Although people often thought he was British for obvious reasons, he only traveled outside the US once in his life

*He was probably asexual

*The music video for Nine Inch Nails’s “The Perfect Drug” was designed to look Gorey-esque (didn’t succeed if you ask me, but I guess you didn’t)

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Troll Idea

October 5, 2018

Sometimes I just want to create a grammar troll avatar, and then underneath all the comments with poor punctuation and spelling I come across while browsing the Internet, I’d just write things like “*you’re not your” or “*too not to.”  It would be like a massive prank on the whole web, but surely no one would ever connect it and I would just be doing it to amuse myself.  Which doesn’t really distinguish it from lots of other things I do, come to think of it…

Rav Kook in London

September 16, 2018

Who wouldn’t want to attend a seudah shlishit with R. Kook?  (Even I would, and I––don’t tell–-don’t love SS!)

Late in the day on Saturdays, Rav Kook would hold seudah shlishit––the third meal of the Sabbath––in the Hasidic style, with singing and evocative homilies.  The meals brought him an eclectic group of followers: Hasidim and intellectuals, East End Jewish radicals, workingmen, pious Jews from Leeds and Manchester as well as from all over London.  On th eShavuot holiday nights, as he had in Jaffa, he would stand all night at a lectern, lecturing on Maimonides’ Book of the Commandments and the roots of jurisprudence.  During zeppelin bombings, he would stand by the door of the communal bomb shelter in Chaikin’s basement, the better to see anyone wandering in the street and call them in.  When they were all safely inside, he would, in a mix of prayer and pastoral becalming, sit and recite, over and over, the six verses of Psalm 43: Grant me justice, O God, and wage my struggle with a faithless nation, from a man of deceit and injustice save me…

Also, how lovely is this?  (From Rav Kook himself.)

When I lived in London, I would visit the National Gallery, and my favorite pictures were those of Rembrandt.  I really think that Rembrandt was a tzaddik.  Do you know that when I first saw Rembrandt’s works, they reminded me of the legend about the creation of light?  We are told that when God created light, it was so strong and pellucid that one could see from one end of the world to the other, but God was afraid that the wicked might abuse it.  What did He do?  He reserved that light for the righteous men when the Messiah should come.  But now and then there are great men who are blessed and privileged to see it.  I think that Rembrandt was one of them, and the light in his pictures is the very light that was originally created by God almighty.

Agreed!

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The Official Ruling

September 5, 2018

MB: Hey!

ID: Hi!  What’s up?

MB: Is it too early to be having a mid-life crisis?

ID: Nope

ID: Lots of people I know have had one.

ID: I had a mini-one

MB: Okay then it’s official

Princess Diana’s Burka!

August 30, 2018

I know it’s sort of lame to publish two image-only things in such short succession but YOU HAVE TO SEE this sketch for the BURKA Princess Diana was contemplating wearing on an official visit to Saudi Arabia!

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Honestly this is super cute.

Also I love how the Telegraph article is like “it has emerged” that this is what she was thinking.  This information just popped up and was deemed relevant or somehow interesting more than twenty years after her death?  Honestly, who cares?

Theresa Duncan’s (Missed) Yahrtzeit

August 29, 2018

So this is truly embarrassing, but I had it in mind to write something acknowledging the 10 year anniversary of Theresa Duncan’s death, and I thought it was somewhat recent, but then I Googled it just now and saw that it was actually LAST summer.  This is what having an infant/toddler will do to you.

Anyway, I wanted to memorialize the summer of Duncan’s passing, which of course, being twenty-three at the time, I made into a commentary all about me, but obviously I’ve missed it.  And so did, it seems, everyone else: there was no gossip-y Nancy Jo Sales piece, no memorial service at Saint Mark’s Church, no biopic from Brett Easton Ellis playing at my local Alamo Drafthouse (although I’ve always thought the story was better suited for avant garde opera, no)?  There was a pretty good essay about it by a writer named Patricia Grisafi, although clearly not timed for the anniversary; there was nothing specifically mentioning the anniversary on her mother’s blog homage (blomage?) to Theresa, but then again, maybe she doesn’t mark the anniversaries the way us Jews do.

And also, maybe there weren’t those things because… there isn’t really much to say?  I’m realizing now that I don’t have anything to add to the story except that we should try not to forget these two people, or at least that I don’t think I will be able to forget these two people, which is something else entirely.  Wherever you two lovebirds are, I hope it’s sunny.

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LOL the Headlines

August 23, 2018

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I Would Say Redacted But…

July 27, 2018

Everyone knows who this is anyway, right?

KM: I read her friends had Narcan on them.

KM: How is that possible?  Where does a person even get Narcan?

KM: If something isn’t available on Amazon, I basically assume it’s impossible to buy.

KM: OMG I just checked Amazon and you can buy Narcan there.

AS: What are the reviews like?  How many stars?

A Mystery

July 24, 2018

I’ve noticed that here in Jerusalem, there is an enormous amount of… bread litter.  By that I mean, rolls lined atop a fence, or clawed-open plastic bags of a sourdough slices tucked next to a stone stairway, or a mound of challah loaves sadly languishing in an alleyway.  What is going on here?

Well, dear reader, I’ve just figured it out, thanks to a two-second Google that, had I done sooner, would have saved me a lot of head-scratching: throwing away bread is a sin for us Jews.  Ugh, another thing I didn’t know I should be beating myself up for until now!

From a website called Jerusalem Perspectives:

The importance of sharing one’s bread with the poor has remained in the Jewish consciousness until today. Many people do not want to throw away bread. Instead of dumping their bread along with the rest of their garbage into the garbage carts parked along the streets, they save the bread in plastic sacks and hang it from the metal projections on the sides of the carts (used to hoist the carts into the garbage trucks). That way, the bread is potentially available to the poor. Not all Jews in Israel follow this custom, but lots do, especially here in our neighborhood of Maoz Zion.

It is not unusual to see hunks of bread or part of a roll lying on a curb, or on top of a wall.

If you Google Image “bread in the streets of Jerusalem” (poetic name for… something), you mostly just get a picture of that guy who sits near the Jaffa Gate with his big pastries on a table, which is not what I was going for here.

Hot Take

July 15, 2018

#hottake alert: Sharp Objects is the lady True Detective.  Discuss.

PS I should say I only watched the first episode, begrudgingly, because my WiFi wasn’t working in our apartment in Jerusalem, and there was this irritating but not uncommon thing happening with the TV where I couldn’t hear any of the dialogue but the second there was a score/song in the background, it was SUPER LOUD.  But my first thought, upon seeing the final scene in which Amy Adams disrobes to take a bath, revealing a body horrifically scarred by self-inflicted wounds, was, “Oh please, no way you could carve someone’s name onto your shoulder blade with any degree of accuracy.  Any adolescent cutter knows that!”