Ben Shloshim L'Koach

"At the age of thirty, one attains strength," say the rabbis. I'm not sure what precise meaning they had in mind, but here's a short prayer that they're right.

Thirty! Wow! Never trust me anymore! Here's a special thanks to my siblings overseas, who outdid themselves with the packages. Happy birthday, as well, to J.K. Rowling (and, not coincidentally, Harry Potter).

Anyway, here's an unrelated thought: When in San Diego two weeks ago (pictures below), I saw The Wedding Crashers. (Yeah, I really take advantage of these trips.) It's a hilarious movie, and I highly recommend it to my faithful readers (all two or three of you). Yesterday, I realized something: The elaborate preparations the two leading characters go through to crash said weddings (that's not a spoiler, but a premise) would be really unnecessary in the Orthodox world. Just think how easy it would be to crash some of the mob scenes that pass for "kiddushin" these days. I never have, but it's giving me ideas.

Let us hope, among other things, that this post gets me back to blogging regularly. I have lots more to say.

Happy Birthday to me! Want to see a nice, albeit unintentional, gift? Go here and search for "A reader". That's me!

I couldn't visit San Diego without seeing the Coronado Bridge, from which Lynn Echolls took her final leap (after sending a note via her Blackberry). Here's the view from the top of the Hyatt hotel, forty stories up. 

Here's one taken from the ground, before I went up to the roof. 

Vayisu Vayachanu

Just wanted to check in with all my peeps on the way back from DC and the way to San Diego. Lots to say, but it can keep!

Later, y'all!