#blogexodus : spring (karpas)

כרפס | karpas | eat the green vegetables

Dip sprigs of parsley in salt water and distribute them to all present at the Seder table while reading the following paragraphs and singing the following songs.

My heart overflows with joy! I finally see more daylight than darkness and a full moon glows tonight. Celebrate with me the […]

The People of the…

We have been called a People of the Book for nearly 1400 years. We did not invent the term. It was given to us (as well as to Christians) by our cousins the Muslims. Nonetheless, even as our technologies move us beyond the physical book, the text remains. We return to the text that has […]

are you slow to fast?

fasting for darfur

As noted in an earlier post on this blog, on the 26 of Sivan 5769 (corresponding to June 17-18, 2009) I fasted to call attention to the continuing genocide in Darfur. One of my regular readers shared a comment here. That column was cross-posted at the blog of the Religious Action Center of […]

what do you put in your coffee?

[cross posted at The Jew and the Carrot]

Pharisees of course

A Tiny Vial of Pharisäer

Ever-sensitive to appearances of Jewish references in popular culture, I was a bit surprised to read Maureen Dowd’s headline in The New York Times on Sunday, July 19, 2009: “Pharisees on the Potomac”

I did not see any mention of late antiquity […]

Hidden in plain sight

At the far east end of 47th Street in Manhattan, between 2nd and 1st Avenues a broad lovely park leads up to the United Nations complex of buildings on the East River. A farmer’s market is set up every Wednesday throughout the year.

a market and plaza to rally against genocide

This broad space is known as […]

hidden in plain sight (continued)

continued from hidden in plain sight

what are we hiding (from)?

As of this writing, the phrase “hidden in plain sight” appears in a Google search 142,000 times. It must refer to a wide variety of concepts and situations. How many things to we encounter and pass by that are as though they are hidden from us […]

Neapolitan

Over the years I have been asked:

What kind of a rabbi are you?

To which I answer without hesitation:

A good rabbi!

And then my interlocutor stammers a bit and says:

No, no, what… oh, ah…. Are you…?

At which point I gently interrupt and say:

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