Jeremiah 31:18
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets the bit between his teeth. Or is that horses?
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets the bit between his teeth. Or is that horses?
In Which Your Humble Blogger misses a show, makes a connection, draws a line.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks for your ideas. And if it’s not clear, those ideas don’t have to be applicable to Temple Beth Bolshoi, or a synagogue at all. Church, Mosque, Meeting House, whatever. It’s all interesting, and it’s all vital.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an actual idea, one that isn’t just taken from Rabbi Hoffman. Of course, it may be a lousy idea, so there’s that. But it’s an idea, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets to the meat of the matter. Well, some of the meat. Some of the potatoes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger begins a long set of notes inspired by a talk by Lawrence Hoffman, a week ago now. Took a while to write up.
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to make a jamb-oree pun. Or a post no bills joke, either, come to think of it. Or a Jim Morrison reference. Hell, why bother with reading the note at all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger whines about the world not being different from how it is, ideally in ways that would benefit me particularly. And a pony.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was attempting a bilingual pun on “The King Must Die” in the title, but my Hebrew ain’t up to it. It’s an implied pun, though. That counts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is finished. Really. Done.