Monday, May 02, 2005

Isru Chag Sameach!

Kaputnik (a.k.a Dave Berg o.b.m.): Doctor, don't tell me I'm going to
have to give up wine, women, and song.

Doctor: Not all three, Kaputnik. You can sing your
fool head off!

Walking home from shul yesterday, my father mentioned in passing that his uncle (my brother's namesake) was never much impressed by high-falootin' American rabbis, considering that the rabbi in Brody when he was growing up (late 19th Century) was R. Yitzchak'l Chayes, whose house had a dirt floor. The name "Chayes" set off all sorts of alarms in my head, and when we got home, I checked out the Encyclopaedia Judaica, and sure enough, he was the son of the Maharatz Chajes (who was born in Brody himself). And my great-uncle knew him. How cool is that?

Now I'm considering buying Gil's latest. Hmmm.

Speaking of Hirhurim, it's good to see that someone's started this blog.

I saw this story when it first happened, but I like the coda they add at this site. "Magic gypsy machines." Hee!

Looks like a crazy day tomorrow, because of inflexible scheduling. Lovely. Puts me right in the mood for this meeting. I looks like it'll end a little better, though. Please God.

Edited to add: One more funny link. What it links to...not so much.

1 comment:

Sussman said...

Since women have been instructed by our modern (im)moralists to ditch "kuche, kirche, und kinder", we ought not to be surprised that men have harkened more than ever to "wein, weib, und gesang".