I Bought Schug and Shoko

First off, Koshermart is basically how I imagine heaven. It's all kosher. It has gummie bears. There's all this Israeli-brand junk and spicing and cheesy Jew music. Maimonides had this whole theory about incorporeality and learning Torah once you ascend, but in view of the sheer high I got just from buying chocoloate spread today I'd say the facts are backing me up just a bit more.

On the stupid side of things, if you ever do go to Koshermart, don't do what we did (Metro, walk there, cab back, get stuck on the Metro, cab back from Dupont after dropping the glass dressing bottles, spend the remainder of the day vaguely stinking of ginger).

Make friends with someone who's mobilely upward. Use a damned car.

Help the Culinarily Challenged

We're trying to make a falafel and shawarma Shabbat meal for next week. Where do we go for the spices and necessary other components?

Sometimes all-kosher all-the-time NY has its advantages.

There wouldn't happen to be a Middle Eastern place with a good selection of hechshers around here?

and on the dress there would be a picture of a beautiful woman

ah, last night was lovely -- margaritas at cactus with good company, which is one of my most favourite things in the world to do. after a few days' relaxation in california, it was good to be back and catch up with everyone, and especially nice to see h and tay, since tay has just moved up here (finally!). of course this led to lots of catching up and h told us this wonderful story about how she had a conversation with her little four-year-old cousin this weekend, which went something like this:

h: if you could have any dress to wear, what would it look like?
cousin: well, it would tie at my neck, and it would be pink, and on the front there would be a picture of a beautiful woman. and i would have a sweater to go with it, and on the front of it there would be a picture of a beautiful man and a beautiful woman, together.

clearly, the child has a future in fashion design. but that got me to thinking, because it is really a very nice idea for a dress (even though i can't make the dress, because that would be stealing her idea, although maybe i could make the dress and then give it to her and she would be happy?). well, i don't know how one even gets prints onto a dress like that. i imagine i could figure it out; we'll see. i have been meaning to learn something useful like how to make nice clothes.

anyway, i was thinking about it more today, and i think i would want this one to be the beautiful woman on my dress. but if i can't have her on a dress, maybe i'll get a framed poster for my room? i am starting to think i am going to need a whole wall devoted to lichtenstein and warhol. at least it'll mesh well...

New and Improved

I only just figured out that A and j could post separately if the blog was arranged correctly. So that's what's happening.

The rule is now this: all future posts should have the initial of the author at the end. All the old posts have my initial at the end because they were written under my profile, but can be distinguished because only I use capitalization in my writing. And of course, because we have completely different personalities and writing styles, but I wanted to keep the differences simple.

Clarity is good in life. :)

When I have something more useful to write about, you'll all be the first to know.

Cheers -

-A

From My Grandmother in Jerusalem...

The President of Iran was wondering who to invade when his telephone rang.

"This is Mendel in Tel Aviv. We're officially declaring war on you!"

"How big is your army?" the president asked.

"There's me, my cousin Moishe, and our pinochle team!"

"I have a million in my army," said the president.

"I'll call back!" said Mendel.

The next day he called. "The war's still on! We have now a bulldozer, Goldblatt's tractor. Plus the canasta team!"

"I have 16,000 tanks, and my army is now two million."

"Oy gevalt!", said Mendel. "I'll call back."

He phoned the next day. "We're calling off the war."

"Why?", asked the president.

"Well," said Mendel, "we've all had a little chat, and there's no way we can feed two million prisoners."

Awwwwwwwwww!

She exclaims as she melts into a pile of maternal goop...

Click!

By the way, just like flyfishing, golf, curling, and speed-eating contests, what you're going to see is not a sport.

On a Darker Note

The next generation of 'networking' technology has arrived.

Uninhibited peeps with exibitionist tendencies, meet Gypsii. Gypsii, meet uninhibited peeps with exhibitionist tendencies. Because if you're silly enough to post your particulars on the Internet, you're silly enough do the near tech equivalent of radio-tagging yourself.