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Rosh Hashanah

this is me blowing during the week (which is why I have on tefillin, which we don't wear on holidays)
The laws of Rosh Hashanah come down to one: You must hear the sound of the shofar. The blasts of the shofar are intended to wake us from (spiritual) sleep, reconnect us to our religion and loved ones, and drive us to recommit to our better selves.

Blowing is a big responsibility: you are doing it on behalf of the entire congregation. There are many rules for them, such as no yawning or talking, because it is essential that they hear every sound. The blower has to have the proper intentions, and I spend a lot of time preparing to perform this mitzvah (commandment). It's not hard to get the sounds out but it's very hard to stay in the right mind. I guess that's true about everything worthwhile, no?  Read More 
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Some personal history

A fun thing in Sioux Falls was to go to the airport, Joe Foss Field (named after the WWII flying ace, American Football League commissioner, former governor, and possibly South Dakota’s most famous native son), and watch the plane take off or land. I’d say planes, but it wasn’t exactly a  Read More 
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The Sex Throb

Just found this Work o' Genius, circa 1990. Can't seem to get the rest of it up.
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My foot in one of my favorite pairs of shoes
Along with some others in my family, I have what you might call an anti–foot fetish. We can't stand seeing people touch their feet and find those toe shoes that are all the rage nauseating. Herewith, some FootFacts as I try to replace disgust with fascination):
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l'Shanah Tovah

Peaceful & healthy New Year, everybody.
Back on Sunday
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vacant lot, Lower East Side
What is so appealing about shabby? I hid on the flat roof of our garage to read. To be left alone.
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Why do you smell like the ocean?

Kevin with a poster of his wonderful early film, The Green Green Fields of Coney Island
Got the chance last night to see Kevin Baggott's new movie, Why do you smell like the ocean?, in an intimate setting (his apartment). Mysterious, beautiful, disturbing. The main character, a cop named Bobby Tierney (played by Kevin) isn't attractive or likeable, but you can't help but empathize with him, maybe even root for him. In a discussion afterwards, Kevin quoted James Cagney, who said either a character pets the dog or kicks the dog, and that's how you feel about him. Johnny said, in this case Tierney tried to kick the dog but missed.  Read More 
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New Orleans

Late to the party, I’ve been catching up with Treme. Its post-Katrina New Orleans hits close, when I think about September 11 and last fall’s Superstorm Sandy. NOLA had it so much worse, but the East Village knew what it was like to be Little North Korea, cut off from services and concern.  Read More 
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On the first of the month, you say Rabbits (or Rabbit, Rabbit) to ensure good luck all month. My mother is from Lancashire, where this superstition originates. My siblings, cousins and I have spread it in lots of non-English areas.
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