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And, speaking of bad looks, when the Governor of the state of which you are (allegedly) the senior Senator has to write to your office to confirm whether or not you are alive, and has to remind you that part of the job of representing your constituents involves some transparency about really basic questions like that, you* really do have to ask yourself where you see this whole thing going.
*At this point, "you" meaning "The Office Of The Murder Turtle," of course.
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Harvey Yesno signed a statement accusing the rap trio of supporting terror groups, which they deny
Roping Canadian First Nations into your hatred of the Jews is a bad look. Just, you know, putting it out there.
[id. A twitter post by @/Bennieeexyz Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat. Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records. My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now. Called the county clerk. Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty. Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons? Me: Yes, but he's a cat. Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county? Me: He's a legal cat. Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption. Me: He can't file anything. He has paws. Clerk: You can file on his behalf. Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat." Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons." Me: What's the medical reason? Clerk: He's a cat. Me: That's not a medical condition. Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving. Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later. "Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement." Took the letter to my vet. Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty. Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty? Me: Excellent question. No good answer. Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten. Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve? Vet: On what grounds? Me: He's a cat. Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings." Me: Perfect. Sent it in. Got another rejection. "Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court." My roommate thought this was hilarious. Roommate: Felix is going to jail. Me: This is serious. Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens. Decided that was actually the only option left. Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters. Checked in at the courthouse. Clerk: Name? Me: Felix Martinez. Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix? Me: Yes. Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat. Me: I've been saying that for six weeks. Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption? Me: I filed three. All rejected. Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation? Me: Twice. Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this. Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me. Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote? Me: You tell me. Supervisor: This is a data error. Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out. They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience. Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry. Me: Appreciate it. Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted? Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats. Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card. For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was. Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud. Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent. Roommate: That's what they all say. Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now. Fitting end to his legal career. end id]
There is a midrash about the Israelite women doing something rather extraordinary during the episode of the Golden Calf in Exodus. To set the scene: The Hebrew slaves have just been freed from Egypt, and they're in Sinai. They and the Divine are still sort of trying to figure each other out; Moses is pretty comfortable with the Divine, but the people aren't. So Moses goes up Mount Sinai for over a month to receive the Law, and the people just sort of . . . wait for him, with no real assurance of what he's doing, how long he'll be gone, or what they're supposed to do in the meantime.
Eventually, they get frustrated and they ask Aaron (Moses's brother, who has spent his whole life as a slave, just like the rest of them) to give them something concrete to worship, as they have seen the Egyptians do for four hundred years at this point. Aaron reluctantly agrees, and collects gold jewelry, which is melted down and re-cast into the famous Golden Calf. Moses returns from his sojourn, sees these shenanigans, and gets Very Angry.
At this point, midrash steps in and suggests that only the Israelite men gave their gold jewelry to the cause of the Golden Calf. The women refused, keeping faith with the Divine. For this, Jewish women were given Rosh Chodesh, the holiday of the New Moon, for their own special time. It's this midrash that Judy Tellerman sings about here.
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I don't have much to say about the latest Graham Platner allegations. Of course he should drop out.Β Of course he's being extra-selfish in trying to extort concessions from the state party in exchange for dropping outΒ (Rep .Sean Casten brings the heat). "I'm not taking no for an answer until you let me impose my will on this process" is a hell of a hill for Platner to die on. β Sean Casten (@seancasten.bsky.social) July 7, 2026 at 6:19 PM Of course there were plenty of red flags before the latest one, though I'll continue to assert that Platner's Nazi tattoo was unfortunately part of what attracted people to him and that we need to reflect on what that means. Everyone's got their I-told-you-so on this, and it will surprise no one that mine is "when you pick candidates based solely on an aesthetic of 'I'm a fighter and I hate the establishment' and nothing else, bad things happen." And of course, right now everyone is running away from Platner and acting like it was only other people who supported him. Victory has a thousand fathers and defeat is an orphan, after all. But perhaps related to that last point: the particular iteration of buck-passing that's getting my ire up the most comes from those who somehow blame "the Party" for not waylaying Platner in the first place. How could the Democrats not found a better candidate than Platner (where Mills doesn't count as "better" because she reminds us of our mom or something)? Platner was clearly and unambiguously a vanguard of the anti-establishment wing of the party, but it's still really the establishment's fault for not stopping us. This drives me nuts. We have endured years upon years of conspiratorial sour grapes whining about "the Party establishment" supposedly "rigging" primary elections in favor of its preferred candidates. But now, in a situation where there can be no question that "the establishment" took its hands off the rudder and let the process play out (not that I concede they were "rigging" other races), we get a novel round of whining that they didn't interfere enough? Spare me. Or better yet, learn a lesson. The folks in "the establishment" -- however you define that -- are by no means perfect. But they are in fact not just a bunch of fat cat idiots cashing checks to dole out plum candidate nominations to their buddies and nepo babies. They in fact perform a valuable service vetting people, and head off potential disasters ahead of time. The purpose isn't to ensure onlyΒ "smoothgroined" androids get a shot. The purpose is to ensure that a guy with Nazi tattoos and a history of sexual predation doesn't storm to a swing seat nomination because a bunch of podcasters think his beard is manly in all the right ways. Politics is a job, and not an easy one. It is not the case that any idiot with a working class affect who yells in the right tone can win an election, and it's even less of the case that said idiot will be an effective legislator. The vetting process exists for a reason. Dismiss it at your peril. via The Debate Link https://ift.tt/inpBjvR
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Italian Jewish compose Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco's 1926 rhapsoy Le danze del Rey David (The dances of King David) is dedicated to his grandfather, Bruto Senigaglia, and it's based on Senigaglia's carefully-kept notebook of synagogue melodies from the Florentine tradition. Each movement is based on a particular Florentine liturgical melody, and the Thesaurus of Jewish-Italian Liturgical Music breaks them down here, complete with a few recordings of the original melodies. Periodically, you'll see a note "like a shofar" -- these are moments when the piano plays a series of short, urgent blasts like the shofar's Teruah call, which you'd hear at the High Holy Days. It's a brilliant piece, full of sparkling pianism. About fifteen minutes long, and just mesmerizing.
This is off topic, but I firmly believe that Wen Qing is, on some level, is as much of a bi disaster as WWX is. I mean for starters, sheβs a med student. She may have four different binders for each class sheβs taking (color-coded) but that doesnβt mean sheβs not five minuets away from a mental breakdown. Sheβs living in a five-room apartment with her entire extended family (and that engineering student who got kicked out by his family, long story).
Anon, please never think delightful chengqing ethical dilemmas are off topic in my inbox. I do see Wen Qing a someone who is very used to functioning in high stress/low control circumstances, which I think makes her very good at grimly determining what she can do and triaging based on that, but also means sheβs used to a black pit of anxiety and doom living within her at all times. βCan I put off telling my BFF I railed his estranged brother until after finals and if so, is it permissible to keep railing him in the interimβ is so much more fun than trying to figure out exactly how complicit in your uncleβs megalomania taking over a supervisory office makes you. Jiang Cheng would last like four dates tops before failing to brush past the inevitable small talk about how many siblings you have and then crying on his hookup about how the answer is complicated now but he doesnβt want it to be. Wen Qing is absolutely in charge of the household taxes, and has as an unfortunate consequence of tax season already gotten drunk with Wei Wuxian and revealed that this dude sheβs kind of half-seeing was a virgin but itβs chill, heβs very open minded and surprisingly flexible in multiple senses of the world. This is what she gets for saying yes to business majors just because they have nice eyes and long fingers. Thereβs always something wrong with them.
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Girl, can you now AIM that energy?
So, would you say Mitch McConnell is suffering from.... Rigor Tortoise
He is undergoing... Turtle Recall
One might remark.... Reptile Dysfunction
Naomi Shemer's Sheleg al iri, or "Snow on my city," arranged by the great Gil Aldema, has quite a bit in common with Di Arbuzn, "The Watermelons," one of my favorite Yiddish songs. Both songs feature a singer whose lover is currently out of town, and the singer expresses their longing for the lover in terms of fruit.
There are some seasonal differences that hint at slightly different situations. Di Arbuzn takes place at the end of the summer, when all the fruit is completely ripe and ready to harvest, and the singer is joyously awaiting the lover's surely imminent return. Sheleg al iri, by contrast, is set in winter. The city is covered in snow (your first hint that this is a metaphor; snow is rare enough in Jerusalem that it can bring the whole city to a delighted halt), and everything is cold and unpleasant. The lover's return isn't guaranteed. The singer hopes for the lover's return and dreams of the delicious warm-weather fruit that the lover will bring. Figs, oranges, dates and carob. Those fruits aren't real and present as they are in Di Arbuzn; they are imaginaries, much like the lover.
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it's interesting to me how, in England, hunting is considered an aristocratic, gentlemanly sport, whereas in North America there is almost nothing hickier
This was why, when I lived in Cambridge, I would occasionally splash out on game meat like pheasant* or duck or venison and then cook it in ways that I suspect very few other people in Cambridge did. The pheasants I could cook according to some nice middle-class Mary Berry recipes from a cookbook a friend gave me. But especially for the venison and the duck, I relied on a very local (laminated and spiral-bound) collection of fish/game/berries recipes from a rural community in the northernmost part of Michigan, put together with great pride by the working-class locals who hunted the game themselves. Cream of mushroom soup featured in several of the venison recipes, and the only reason I didn't make them was that Campbell's cream of mushroom soup was not available at the local Sainsbury's.
But let me tell you . . . those Michigan game recipes were good. The Quick-Fry Duck and the ground venison cooked in barbecue-sauce-flavored barbecue sauce are amazing. And certainly not how those meats were prepared when they appeared on the menu when the College dined!
*There were a lot of pheasants in Cambridge, and I suspect some people did hunt them for sport and sold extras to the local butcher shop. They were pretty darn cheap in season. Gorgeous birds, and so, so stupid.
If you are leading 63, what do you do when you come to the bit where the tenors rest for most of two measures?
A. Continue facing the tenors and sing the tenor part, which is a dignified silence
B. Turn to the basses and sing the bass part, but up an octave because you have a high lady voice
C. A secret third thing
If you are leading Coronation 63, what do you do at the start of the repeat?
Face the tenors and lead their line in dignified silence
Face the basses and sing their part
Continue to face the tenors but sing the bass line while maintaining eye contact
Sing the treble line. Who's going to stop you?
Sing the alto line. It's also silence but you'll know
Sing whichever line has the most interesting part at the time forever
Don't sing at all just concentrate on beating
Lead Green Street 198 instead
Get a new singer up and have them sing tenor while you sing whatever you want
Secret Tenth Thing
Catch me leading GREEN STREET instead! CORONATION is fine, but if GREEN STREET hasn't been used yet, why not go for it? "And cro-ooo-ooo-oooo-oooown, and crown Him LORD OF ALL!"
But in all seriousness, if I am leading CORONATION, I cue in the basses with my hand while making eye contact with the trebles. I myself remain silent until the tenor entrance, because trying to sing in those two measures would be One Thing Too Many.
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Been dealing with a minor medical issue, so I find myself wanting some good ol' Jewish comfort music. "Spread over us the shelter of Your peace" is just about my speed right now. No commentary today. Just a wish for peace for you and for me, and for the world.
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Sam Glaser's Tree of Life from the Presence album with video tribute by Luis Valdivia
The Tree of Life shooting seems so long ago. Not just because it happened back in 2018. Not just because there's been a world-altering pandemic since then. But also because, when it happened, the shooter was not lionized, and college leftists didn't go around sniffing that Those filthy Zionists deserved it. There was at least some recognition that antisemitism was present in the United States, and that this was a negative thing.
We refer to the Torah as the Tree of Life -- the handles on a Torah scroll are actually called etz chayim -- and that imagery appears in the final prayer that we say as we place the scroll back in the Ark after reading it. As we bid farewell to the Torah, we talk about how it provides guidance and good counsel for us, showing us pleasant and peaceful paths. Sam Glaser picks up on these themes in this song, commemorating the victims of the shooting at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh.
"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."
-- The Bill of Rights in the United States Constitution (1791), music by Neely Bruce (b. 1944)
Happy 250th, United States!
