Pirke Avot chapter four, verse three: davar
In Which Your Humble Blogger could presumably have made some sort of joke about everyone having an hour, and the shift to Daylight Savings Time tonight. Hm. Well, you make it, then.
Category: Scripture
Pirke Avot chapter four, verse two: s’char
In Which Your Humble Blogger couldn’t help himself at the end there, but the rest of the note is quite serious, innit?
Pirke Avot chapter four, verse 1
In Which Your Humble Blogger tells a story about a rabbi destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging himself through the Roman streets at dawn, looking for an angry fix.
Fast, faster, fasted
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds the True Meaning of Purim, as expressed by Rav Norm, who used to say: ‘Women. Can’t live with ’em. Pass the beer nuts.’
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 23
In Which Your Humble Blogger reaches the end of Chapter Three, and is thinking about taking some time off before beginning Chapter Four.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 22
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets hold of the wrong end of the stick and plants it.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 21
In Which Your Humble Blogger is more of a both/and guy.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 20
In Which Your Humble Blogger tallies up translations: 4 feast, 1 meal, 2 banquet. Seems like feast wins.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 19
In Which Your Humble Blogger embraces the contradictions.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse 18
In Which Your Humble Blogger stumbles to a, well, not quite a counterfactual, but a, well, an idea of something.