Pirke Avot chapter two, verse one: Scales
In Which Your Humble Blogger dislikes the metaphor, but likes fruit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger dislikes the metaphor, but likes fruit.
In Which Your Humble blogger likes figs.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does that logic-problem thing again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger nearly gets started.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows one, or dies trying.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes of the American Way. What? It’s not the American Way? Truth, Justice and Tomato? Truth, Justice and Ollie? Truth, justice and Palmer?
In Which Your Humble Blogger would have written a shorter note, but I ran out of time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks what is truth, anyway? No, seriously, what is it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger begins the final verse of the first chapter, and it’s not even Passover yet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about not talking, rather than refraining from talking about talking.