Chappy Chanukah!
In Which Your Humble Blogger let the sun go down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger let the sun go down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has always assumed it was “avail ye naught” rather than “avail ye not”, but it works either way, doesn’t it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger points out that the Barry (nee Bagelman) Sisters, as is traditional, sing English versions of the two great songs that aren’t so much translations as an entirely new lyrics that scan to the old ones.
In Which Your Humble Blogger somehow can never keep in mind that it’s Eric Clapton doing that amazing guitar solo on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”.
In Which Your Humble Blogger concludes that the collective farms were vanity and chasing after wind. Unlike offshore wind farms, which, oh, never mind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is frustrated and annoyed by technology. Surprise! This time it happened on a Tuesday.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks around, plus a bonus application of dire economic whatsit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a favorite band, or did you know that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger presents a musical question that pretty much answers itself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger disapproves of translating freylich as merry or cheerful, although it clearly means a happy drunk (as opposed to a sour or angry drunk), it means drunk, and that’s the Divine’s wine he’s knocking back.