For the Sake of Zion, vaddevah dat means
In Which Your Humble Blogger is ambivalent, about many things, although not about the Perfect Non-Reader, who is wonderful beyond description.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is ambivalent, about many things, although not about the Perfect Non-Reader, who is wonderful beyond description.
In Which Your Humble Blogger prays for the welfare of the empire, but then, I’m native to it, and to the manner born.
In Which Your Humble Blogger puts all of the parts of the entry in one of those big flat boxes, so you can put it together yourself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sings unto the Lord a new song, to the tune of Bully in the Alley.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still here, only, well, I’m still here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is quite serious about this, oddly enough.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes the chapter, which is good, because it’s just possible that we won’t get back to the Pirke Avot until the New Year.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to make three points into a triangle.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries not to be wicked in his own eyes, which aren’t very strong anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sings along.