Pirke Avot, chapter four, verse twelve
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes on with a sermon, instead of buckling down to the derivation of p’rak’lit and cotaygore.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes on with a sermon, instead of buckling down to the derivation of p’rak’lit and cotaygore.
In Which Your Humble Blogger registers dissent.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wishes y’all a Guntif Yuntiff
In Which Your Humble Blogger ventures to disagree with Rabbi Ishmael ben Yose, although that may be because YHB misunderstood what was going on.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds something behind the connotations, or under them. It might not have been there before I found it, but I think it’s there now, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger neglects to mention that some texts include the advice against going to law school, but surely that’s a given.
In Which Your Humble Blogger realizes, belatedly, that the point of the Four Sons is not that we should be like the sons, but that we should be like the father.
In Which Your Humble Blogger skipped a week; do you think anyone noticed?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is led to a new understanding of the text and performance thereof, and begs for Gentle Readers to keep leading in new directions.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets a different perspective on an old problem.