Joe Did Oato Did Joe (Dum Doo Doh Doh Doh Doh)

The other evening Michelle and I were invited to an a cappella show in which one of our friends was performing (and the musical director). We both really enjoyed the show. For me, the show was also somewhat nostalgic. I was a proud member of Manginah, Brandeis’s co-ed Jewish a cappella group, for four years but have not sung in an organized capacity since then. I must admit that I miss it. The dohs, the jingas, the bow-wows. I miss them all. And don’t get me started on vocal percussion. I’ve recently started looking for a group to sing with so maybe I’ll reclaim my glory days and relive my recently departed youth. Maybe we’ll even take a world tour….of the east coast.

Like A Light Switch

It's that time of year again. The Omer. The 49 days that are counted between the first night of Passover and Shavuot. During this time it is traditional not to do several things - at least during the first 32 days. You don't get married. You don't cut your hair. You don't shave. Tradition being what it is there are several variations regarding the degree to which you do not do these things. Normally I hold that it is acceptable to shave for Shabbat (you can ask me why later) however, this year the timing worked out that for the first two weeks of the Omer I didn't shave. I figured that if I was that far along, I might as well not shave at all. I was getting my Omer on. Then, on the 33rd day, I got it off.



Omer on.














Omer Off.

Part 2

Every good writer occasionally needs a kick in the pants. I am proof that bad writers need them to sometimes. Yesterday my mother told me that the reason she enjoys Michelle’s blog more than mine (and subsequently posts more comments) is because Michelle’s posts are more interesting and provide more insight into our lives in Jerusalem. Mine are just rants about things that bug me. Anyways, now that my dream for a utopian blogging/commenting site has died I guess I might as well just post.

Several weeks ago an anonymous commenter said “which Sox should I follow?” This is an issue that I must immediately address. Being from Boston I have a “modest” passion for all Boston sports teams, most notably the Red Sox baseball team. These are the Sox that we should all follow and support. And such you should also hate the New York Yankees, their rivals.

On that subject I present this story for your amusement:

With an impending wedding, Michelle and I have decided that we need to get into shape. No point getting married if you can’t look fabulous doing it right? To further this endeavor we recently went to a local sporting goods store to purchase some light dumbbells. Inside the store I found a stand with several rows of baseball hats. For some reason (probably a Yankee fan’s doing) Yankee hats were on display in the front of 6 of these rows. Being a good Red Sox fan I promptly covered each Yankee hat with one of a different team. Michelle thought I was crazy.

Interlude

Before I get to the second part of last week'’s post, I would like to direct your attention to the links at the side of the page -– specifically to the link for the Kosher Blog. It was not until last week that I realized that due to a typographical error, the link actually pointed at the wrong site. The Kosher Blog is a great food site that I wholeheartedly support. If you enjoy Kosher food I'm sure you will too.