Here

And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of Piglet's), R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and T.F. (Eeyore's Comforter and Tail-finder)--in fact, Pooh himself--said something so clever that Christopher Robin could only look at him with mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had know and loved so long.

Friday, January 27, 2006

communication

in response the the following (admittedly poorly phrased) question:

I am just writing to (belatedly) make sure that there we no problems and you were able to send the form, as the deadline is approaching. I you need me to re-send the form please let me know by email ASAP.

I received the following response:

Yes


What does that mean?

(I know the answer because I called to clarify, but still...)

good shabbos.

Monday, January 16, 2006

http://www.gorfajn.com/pics/Friends/Miriam_and_Oren/

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

jewish mothers

I ran into a (yeshivish, and somewhat strange) woman from my building. I've spoken to her two or three times and this time somehow it came up that i'm getting marreid in a week. After the normal mazel tovs, she asked,

"So, are you taking prenatal vitamins?"

I was retrospectively tempted to say something about how I was debating between folic acid and synthetic estrogen, but really I just said,

"Thanks. That's a good idea."

The better part of valor.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

ridiculousness

so many trivial things going on its hard to think or write about much, but here i am at my parent's' house (= interenet access + no-one to keep me busy)...
i have a small cold, which is annoying mostly, but kind of funny b/c everyone (read: ancestors) is fretting exceedingly about me being sick before my wedding. of course, i most likely have enough time to get better (iy"H), and it will be the unfortunate family member to whom I give this cold who may have the real problem, but whatever. at least i got some fake chicken soup out of it. ("made of genuine fake chickens," my mother always claims.)
i am supposed to be doing useful things. i know what some of the actually useful things i am not doing are (writing an article i was asked to, for instance), and i know what i am actually doing: having people spend 2 hours fiddlingg with my hair. so yes, i am participating in a morally backwards social convention. boo.
there was something significant that happened, i promise, but i forget what it is. so that's all. happy thursday.

an apartment

with a guest room. you are all invited, even zev. (though maybe not until we're somwhat settled in...)