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When Ten come to a blog: might Hashem be there also?
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The O-U has just put their kashruthy seal of approval on distilled water. Not plain water, not water that has additives that actually require kosher supervision; water that is distilled. Well, the product does contain electrolytes (these should be inorganic minerals), so perhaps formal supervision is required:
The cloth that encircles our 8x12 sukkah is gaily-painted canvas, heavy to lift. When Sukkot is over, I have to return it to its resting place in our attic, two flights up. Folding the cloth neatly is a time-consuming exercise, partly because its length is longer than our largest room.
We live in central New Jersey, and this has been the year of the of the "Hot Sukkah" -- very hot temperatures and strong sun plaguing our visits to the Sukkah. I remember nothing like it. Walking back and forth between the kitchen and the Sukkah was exhausting, due to the much lower temperatures in our air-conditioned home. We sweated and sweated during our daytime meals, and in the evening, unfamiliar "noseeum" bugs bothered us and dropped onto our plates.
You're a Nerd if you try to put your tie on while wearing headphones. (Now how did I ever think of that?)
My father’s father was a significant Reform Jew. He was the treasurer for the organization that proposed a Jewish State to the League of Nations. (We still have one of these formal proposals, written out in beautiful longhand.) Granddad had six children, the first four of them boys. None were religious, but all of his children were proud to be Jewish.
I’m serious about my ketchup. I use it on lots of foods, and I make serious use of it. I have observed that if you cook your own food, you can douse it with as much ketchup as you want, without fear of offending the cook. So of course we buy Passover ketchup.
The 'Axe Detailer' is a cleansing tool for men. One reviewer called it, reasonably, a loofah for guys. (It's made out of artifical materials.) The ad copy that comes with it warns us that "when girls check out a guy, they notice every part. They don't miss a thing." This is silly advertizing of course. ('Dove for Men' sells an extremely similar product with no silly ad copy at all.) But when I use the Axe Detailer, I get a special pleasure due to the marketing.
In 1961, a few Orthodox Jews at Princeton University established a group called Yavneh. Currently, the term "Yavneh" refers to the activities of the Orthodox group at the Princeton University Center for Jewish Life. But this group's first two homes were off-campus. The second, from about 1966 to 1971, was at 46 Wiggins, a short distance NW of campus. The house was probably built in the late 19th century. Its interior was a bit bizarre. There was a small room on the first floor that could be shut off by closing a pair of large doors. We usually said prayers there. The room looked as if it had been used for other strange rites in the past. There was a small living room, a large dining room, and a kitchen.
Here's the machine that did it:
Here's the machine that did it, working on the side:
Here goes the top (1):
Here goes the top (2):
Here goes the top (3):
Here goes the top (4):
Just a pile of rubbish ...
It's all over:
It's February 24, 2009. 46 Wiggins is no more. (29 Olden, 83 Prospect and CJL are still standing.) Stay tuned for a pic of whatever gets built here next.
- Tobias D. Robison
Look sharp, you may still find a few cans of Campbell's Vegveg soup that has a Kosher symbol. According to Arlene Mathes-Scharf, Campbell used to produce the VegVeg soup (and possibly a few other soups?) at a separate Kosher plant, but they are now making the soup in all their plants, due to the increased cost of shipping.
My wife and I broke up a party. I have an abhorrence of breaking up parties. When I was a small child, nine maybe, my beloved Germanic grandma told me about the difference between French Leave and English Leave. She was a goldmine of misinformation, so please don't try to learn anything from what she said: “French Leave” is a term of disdain, but it's the right thing to do. The Frenchman thanks his host or hostess discreetly and sneaks away, leaving the party in full swing. The Englishman goes around saying goodbye to everyone, shaking hands, and giving everyone else the excuse to go. He breaks up the party. I would never want to do that!
Like many orthodox Jews, I am against the idea of a “Hechsher Tzedek”, a kashruth seal of approval that certifies both the halachic kashruth and the ethical quality of the food production. But please bear with me. I seem to have a commonsense position that many proponents of Hechsher Tzedek might be able to accept. I shall use the Rubashkin Circus for my example. I know there are Rabbis who have said that there's only one thing that matters: Was the meat processed according to Halacha? To this question, I have an answer.
There's not a lot of incentive to disassemble my Sukkah, but it's always an embarrassment if the thing's still standing on Thanksgiving. Do you know how few days there are till Thanksgiving? And the holidays just ended.
In Orthodox services, there's a tendency to frown upon, or entirely ban, word repetitions. And yet, I did something this morning I've never done before: Leading Musaf, in the Kedusha, chanting “Yimoch Hashem Layolom ...”, I repeated 'Layolom'. Nobody complained, but I want to describe the unusual circumstance that made this happen.
Last year we bought the wonderful Cuisinart ice-30bc to make sorbets. We used it several times this year, and learned how to get really good results. We just bought another one for Pesach. The new one (the exact same model) is a lot cheaper. I assume this means that there are now better sorbet makers on the market. But I don't care. We paid our dues, learning to get good results with the 30bc. There's little time to experiment on Pesach. We'll know what we're doing.
It was supposed to be a three -- or three and a half -- day field trip, working 300 miles from home. I drove down Monday morning. It was very painful to learn, on Thursday, that I would have to work Friday. (In fact, this is one of those typical cases where I did not get home for Shabbat.) I was out of clothes. I was too tired to wash anything. The prospect of going through my clothing to find the least sweaty things seemed more effort than I could manage.
We're keeping our house cold to lower our heating bills. I found the cold unbearable until I started wearing thin, black “duofold” underwear designed to keep me warm. I call this blessed stuff “middlewear”, since it goes between my shirt and undershirt.
Our sukkah's frame consists of pipes connected by joints held together by tiny bolts that one screws in with an Allen Wrench. In its time it was about as easy to assemble as any Sukkah could be, and I used to assemble it in an hour.
My father made up a toast. It's not great. In fact I got rather tired of hearing it. But I'd rather memorialize it on the web, than have it vanish forever. Here it is:
The company that makes the great Sabbath Lamp (and other neat inventions like the Sabbath alarm clock) has a new name: Kosher Innovations. Check them out! We own two "KosherLamps" and one "KosherClock", and now I'm thinking about the KosherLock (keycoded, no electricity).
Labels: kosher, Kosher Innovations, lamp, lock, sabbath
It's easy to download hebrew prayers onto a PDA, and very handy to have your own electronic prayer book when you're at, say, a wedding. I often use my PDA as a siddur in my usual shul also, because carrying any load for a while, even a thick prayer book is hard on my back. The PDA's much lighter and easier for me to hold.
In my youth I occasionally made slow, leisurely left turns at intersections. It seemed to me elegant to take all the time I had, right up to the moment of the light changing red. And I would be more safe I thought, because moving slowly and dependably allowed all the other drivers to see what I was doing, and to react if I was accidentally moving into their space.
I was part of a large software development group working on a very difficult schedule to integrate many applications into an exciting new product. The schedule was, of course "challenging" (explanation for the uninitiated: "challenging" means "ridiculous"). We dozen people had weekly status meetings, working sessions that were critical to the potential success of the project. None of us missed any of these meetings. So one fall day as we grouped in, I explained how I would be missing seven work days in a month to the fall Jewish holidays. "That sounds like a good deal," said Brian (not of course his name), "how do I get in on this Jewish thing?"
As we all know, there are just TOO many kashruth symbols. I recently saw yet another one, a box containing a large letter K on the left, and the letters "orc" vertically arranged on the right. So this must be the Mordor K. I suppose that an orc would make a pretty good mashgiach. He might not fully understand all the nuances of the law, but all would be in great fear of making any kashruth mistake that he could detect. For example:
"A Kosher Alert: The So and So company has placed an unauthorized Mordor K on its Pork and Beans Sauce product. An army of four thousand orcs is now marching towards its factory."
I read a headline saying that a man was forced to eat pizza and drink wine at knifepoint. Can you blame me for assuming the story was about a Jew who (normally) kept kosher?