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This 1928 recording, made in Berlin, gives us Big Louis Lewandowski's setting of the second half of the Torah service. After the parsha and the Haftarah are read, you have to put the Torah back in the Ark, and this is accomplished essentially by rewinding the ceremony by which it was taken out. The congregation rises as the scroll is picked up, and a few short lines of prayer call everyone together. There's a hakafah, a procession through the congregation just like at the beginning. The difference is that the text used for this second hakafah is a Psalm. On Shabbat, it's Psalm 29, but on weekdays it's Psalm 24.
(It's a little hard to make out in this recording, but I think they're doing the weekday version here with Psalm 24.)
When the scroll arrives back at the Ark, there are a few more lines of bracha, which essentially pick up from the same text where the earlier ceremony leaves off, and then a farewell as the scroll is placed in the Ark and the doors are closed.
This is all Lewandowski, and it's fascinating to me, as I listen to it, to think about what parts of it are familiar, and where I know them from. The opening brachot are pretty much what we use in my (American) synagogue. But when we get to "uv'nucho yomar" and "hashiveinu," that's not a tune that we use. I do know them, though . . . they were pretty common (though not used every Shabbat) in my synagogue in the UK. I love how composers like Lewandowski and his contemporary Salomon Sulzer serve as these sort of anchors for the Torah service. Other tunes and composers weave in and out, but when you're looking for a good, solid, grounding melody to get you from point A to point B, it's more than likely going to be some combination of these two guys.
For all that the 1800s etiquette guides are--obviously--derangedly sexist from a modern perspective? They're also mindblowing in how casually they will assert things that MODERN DAY CONSERVATIVES would scream and cry and shit their pants about.
"People back then always married young it's natural!!!" Every single 1800s guide I've ever met casually mentions that, of course, you really shouldn't get married before you're at least 20, and waiting until 25 is usually better.
Or, like. Okay here's a long segment:
Just firmly going "it is crazy sexist to blame The Wife for overspending when thirty seconds of asking questions will immediately establish that her husband was outright lying to her about how much money they had. Talk to your wife like a normal person."
Or--okay, here. A section on being honest and not writing love letters in secret, because that's usually a good sign that there's something untoward going on....
....except that he then immediately acknowledges that sometimes, the reason you're hiding this from your parents is that your parents suck. That there are parents who frankly have not earned the right to approve or disapprove of your partner.
(I realize the phrasing there sounds a lot less strong than my summary, but--trust me on this. When you're familiar with the narrative voice of these kinds of books, this passage is downright radical. The mere acknowledgement that if you treat your kids badly, it's your own damn fault when they don't talk to you? I've genuinely never seen that before in this genre. Don't freak out over "properly trained", either. It's just a linguistic shift--at the time, "training" was used the way we would say "raising" a child today. )
"Delete all the nudes and sexts after a breakup or you're a piece of shit" has been the standard expectation since EIGHT. TEEN. EIGHTY. FIVE.
"Men and women being friends with each other is literally normal. Don't be a controlling freak."
Anyway I was wrong the publishing date is actually 1882 so like.
"If you have to abuse a child to keep order in your classroom then you're a bad teacher."
So like @ the modern Republican party, are the "traditional family values" in the fucking room with us right now--
All of this is very good advice. But, not to put too much of a damper on the celebration of books like this . . .
It's important to remember that, when you're looking at an etiquette guide/advice manual/self-help book of whatever era, you're looking at a book full of material that the author felt people of the time needed to be told. That is, what the books are advising you to do is something that a whole lot of people probably were not doing.
So, yes, the author of this particular book has a lot of views on interpersonal relationships that we find very enlightened 140 years later. But when the author was writing, people were not necessarily treating each other according to these values -- that's why the author wanted to write the book, to teach people these things that they clearly didn't know!
When you think of the United States Armed Forces, a high-class musical ensemble probably does not come first to mind. But the U.S. Army Band, "Pershing's Own," is in fact a high-class musical ensemble, and their repertoire is just astonishing. Basically . . . pick a style, they can do it. They've even got a klezmer kapelye!
This isn't the klezmer group, though I might post something from them later in the year. Here, they're playing a piece that Jewish saxophonist Al Cohn wrote in honor of Jewish bandleader and vibraphonist Terry Gibbs -- apparently, Cohn was just fascinated by Gibbs's schnoz, and immortalized it in this high-energy piece!
Ladies, the minutes will soon be read today The garden club and weaving class I'm sure have much to say But next week is our culture night, our biggest, best event And I've just made a dish for it you'll all find heaven-sent It's my lime Jell-O marshmallow cottage cheese surprise With slices of pimento. You won't believe your eyes! All topped with a pineapple ring and a dash of mayonnaise My vanilla wafers round the edge will win your highest praise
And Mrs. Jones is making scones that are filled with peanut mousse To be followed by a chicken mold that's made in the shape of a goose For ladies who must watch those pounds, we've found a special dish Strawberry ice enshrined in rice with bits of tuna fish!
And my lime Jell-O marshmallow cottage cheese surprise Truly a creation that description defies Will go so well with Mrs. Bell's creation of the week Shrimp salad topped with chocolate sauce and garnished with a leek
And Mrs. Perkins' walnut loaf that's crowned with melted cheese Was such a hit last Culture Night we asked, "No seconds, please." Now you must try her hot dog pie with candied mushroom slices Those ladies who resigned last year, they just don't know what nice is
And my lime Jell-O marshmallow cottage cheese surprise I did not steal that recipe! It's lies, I tell you! Lies! Our grand award: a picture hat and a salmon sequined gown For any girl who tries each dish and keeps her whole lunch down
I'm sure you all are waiting for the biggest news: dessert! We thought of things in molds and rings your diet to subvert You must try our chocolate layer cake on a peanut brittle base With slices of bananas that make a funny face Around the edges, peppermints just swimming in peach custard With lovely little curlicues of lovely yellow mustard If all this is too much for you, permit me to advise More lime Jell-O marshmallow cottage cheese surprise I've made heaps!
My voice teacher in college gave me this to learn. I loved it, and he said he loved having a student with the right kind of personality* to pull it off.
*That being "shameless theater kid who could carry a tune."

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I have a batch of raspberry jam setting now. The batch is about six and a half jars, but two of them are big jars, and the other four and a half are small jars. The point is, that's multiple jars of jam.
The raspberries come from a volunteer raspberry bush that's been growing in my back yard for the past four years. The raspberries it produces aren't the best for eating fresh, but they cook down into a fabulous jam. This is the second year the bush has produced enough berries to make jam.
When the berries ripen, I spend about ten days to two weeks in the summer going out every day around 5 PM and picking all the berries that are ripe that day, and then I wash them and put them in freezer bags. When I have enough, I thaw them and make jam. There's some labor involved in actually going out and picking the raspberries, but it's not like I spend a lot of time actively tending the bush. It does its own thing for the other 350 days of the year.
Out of curiosity, I went on the Stop and Shop website to see how much I'd have to spend to get the same amount of berries in a grocery store. I ended up with about 40 ounces of raspberries fresh off the bush. Ye Olde Basicke Fresh Raspberries at the store sell for about $0.75/ounce so I'd have to spend $30 on berries to match my haul. But . . . I froze the berries that I picked. Frozen Stop and Shop raspberries sell for much less, $0.38/ounce. If I went with that option, I'd be spending $15.20 for the same 40 ounces of raspberries that I got for free by picking them from my own yard.
The other major ingredient in my raspberry jam is sugar. I use a 1:1 ratio of sugar to fruit by weight, so I'm looking at 40 ounces of sugar. Stop and Shop brand sugar is about $0.05/ounce, meaning that I used about $2 worth of sugar to make this jam. I also squoze in half a lemon, so add on 25 - 50 cents depending on whether the lemon is on sale or not.
Add that all together, and I've spent $2.50, tops, on this whole six-and-a-half-jar batch of jam. The raspberries are organic, too, in the sense that I don't use pesticides -- I barely touch them, and they're the next thing to wild. But, because they're neither the best eating quality nor specially, preciously organically farmed, I did the price comparison with the cheapest regular berries the store sells.
Still, that's $2.50 for a whole batch of pretty darn good raspberry jam. How much would I pay for raspberry jam at the Stop and Shop? Well, their store brand raspberry jam goes for $4.79 for one 18-ounce jar. Smuckers brand raspberry jam is $3.29 for a 20-ounce squeeze bottle and $5.29 for an 18-ounce jar. Bonne Maman, a higher-end and higher-quality brand, sells 13 ounces of jam for $6.99. And Crofter's Premium Organic Seedless Raspberry Fruit Spread commands $7.29 for 16 and a half ounces. (Admittedly, my jam has seeds. Quite a lot of them. But, really, what is good raspberry jam without seeds?)
If I really want to be persnickety, I have to use new canning lids every time I make a batch of jam, so that's an expense. They're about 30 cents each, so with seven lids, add $2.10 cents, bringing the batch up to $4.60.
Four dollars and sixty cents for six and a half jars of jam. The whole batch -- multiple jars, totaling much more than the 20 ounces in the Smuckers squeeze bottle -- is cheaper than all forms of raspberry jam sold at the Stop and Shop except that one 20-ounce squeeze bottle, and I will bet you the whole $1.31 difference that my jam is better quality than Smuckers squeeze-bottle jam.
My jam is freshly made, from just three ingredients. The fruit is, technically, organic, and very locally sourced. There are no artificial colors and no artificial preservatives -- admittedly, this is kind of the whole point of jam, to preserve fruit, but I didn't add commercial pectin to this recipe, because raspberries naturally have a lot of pectin.
I'd like to think that the difference in price between my homemade jam with free backyard raspberries goes to pay for the labor of farm workers growing and picking the berries and factory workers cooking and bottling the jam. Some of it does. Some of it also goes to pay for the marketing and the label design and all the new jars and bottling supplies that the jam factory uses -- I get to reuse my jars and bands to the point where they're basically free. But, of course, part of the price difference also goes to profit for the jam company shareholders.
All of which is to say . . . I don't know. I'm extremely lucky that a raspberry plant decided to grow in my back yard. I'm also glad that I know how to make jam, though that's a skill that's easy enough to acquire. And I did spend two weeks going out to pick berries every day, so I did save the cost of labor by doing that labor myself.
Why make my own jam? In this case, it does turn out to be cheaper than boughten jam -- the jams I make with boughten fruit probably pretty much break even -- but the value I get for the money I do spend is insane. Homemade jam is miles above the cheaper store brands, and it's really not hard to do. If you've got the time and resources (and you need much less of both of those things than you think you do) and you're looking for a project to produce both a tangible product and a personal sense of satisfaction, you really could do worse than learning to cook and can jam. Highly recommended!
This Ladino song comes from Izmir, formerly Smyrna, in Turkey. The lament is pretty familiar at this point -- girl from a nice family meets a boy who Does Her Wrong. It's never really stated what he does (though an unplanned pregnancy isn't a bad guess), but she is not happy about it. Before she met him, she never knew what it was to suffer. Now, though, she's fallen in love with an absolute scoundrel, and he has brought her misfortune -- possibly a drop down the social ladder into a servant's position.
Men, amirite? (At least, that's the subtext of a good chunk of Ladino songs . . .)
The BDS Campaign in the Society for Ethnomusicology is Rooted in Conspiracy Theories.
The monkeys continue to run loose in the circus of my discipline. As Rebecca Cypess writes:
"Yet this is all a sleight of hand. As one speaker explained, Palestine is really a synecdoche for all oppression, where “industries of oppression have been developed and tested and then spread throughout the world.” This includes not only conflicts in the region such as the recent war in Iran, but also in “Congo, Sudan, the recent embargo against Cuba, and the imprisonment of the Venezuelan president.” And the list continues: “climate destruction, capitalist extraction, racism, politicide, femicide, memoricide”—all are “branches of the same tree” with its roots in Israel.
"In other words, MS4P claims that the country with the largest number of Jews in the world is responsible for quite literally all the world’s problems. With accusations as outlandish as these, there can be no basis in fact, meaning there is no possibility of a fact-based refutation or defense. MS4P is trading in conspiracy theories."
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.
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.

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[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. Of course he's being extra-selfish in trying to extort concessions from the state party in exchange for dropping out (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. — 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 only "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
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, she’s a med student. She may have four different binders for each class she’s taking (color-coded) but that doesn’t mean she’s not five minuets away from a mental breakdown. She’s 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 she’s used to a black pit of anxiety and doom living within her at all times. “Can 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 interim” is so much more fun than trying to figure out exactly how complicit in your uncle’s 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 doesn’t 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 she’s kind of half-seeing was a virgin but it’s chill, he’s 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. There’s always something wrong with them.

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So, would you say Mitch McConnell is suffering from.... Rigor Tortoise
He is undergoing... Turtle Recall
One might remark.... Reptile Dysfunction