Pirke Avot chapter two, verse five: wisdom and business
In Which Your Humble Blogger tardily attends to the last of five, or the fifth of six, depending on how you look at it, I suppose.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tardily attends to the last of five, or the fifth of six, depending on how you look at it, I suppose.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is disappointed, but not altogether disappointed in that disappointment.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes to a parade and waves the flag.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes a summary of a nonexistent play. It’s easier than writing the play.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was never much of either, come to think of it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger kinda wishes he had chosen some other term than worldly, like non-observant, except that isn’t so good either. Neusner just transliterates the Hebrew and leaves it at that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks carefully at a verse that hadn’t seemed that meaningful before, and discovers new connotations.
In Which Your Humble Blogger will presumably relax about that whole missing-children thing when the kids are married and moved out.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is undeterred in retail expenditure by recessionary influences, or sanity. But then, it was like three and a half bucks.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tells a joke. Not the funniest joke I’ve ever told in this Tohu Bohu, which would be Joke Number Thirty-Nine, but a good joke anyway. Although my Perfect Non-Reader likes the one about what baby potatoes wear to bed.