Is it wrong to have fun writing a kaddish? This is a kaddish of Thanksgiving for failed relationships, and a toast to an almost-Dad-in-law. I can hear the ice clinking in our glasses even now.
Author: erin
Erin Vang, PMP, BMus, MMus, is Owner and Principal Pragmatist of the consultancy Global Pragmatica LLC®, offering custom JMP scripting, localization program management, and facilitative leadership services. She is also an orchestral horn player who freelanced in the San Francisco Bay Area and played assorted brass for the celebrated dance bands Midnight Smørgåsbord and contraPtion. She now conducts all her nefarious activities from Vanghalla, in Helena, Montana, where she's principal hornist of the Helena Symphony. More about Erin…
daily kaddish: for Tina Wuelfing Cargile
I’ve been thinking about Tina lately because earlier this week I got together with her boss from back in the day, Shelly Orr Priebe.
daily kaddish: for the Apollo space program
On wanting to be an astronaut—and Johnny Cash—when I grow up.
daily kaddish: just straight on through
Tonight I played about a third faster than usual, with simple, unhistrionic rhythm. No frills–just the thrill of playing a very clean, well lubricated horn.
daily kaddish: with a clean horn!
A delighted, jubilant kaddish using a cleaned, oiled, adjusted, polished horn.
daily kaddish: horns still apart
For the first time, I attempted to read just the Hebrew/Aramaic column. I tried not to look at the transliteration and mostly succeeded.
daily kaddish: horns apart
With my horns down to parts and my brain too fried to attempt a piano harmonization, I figured I’d better read the text.
daily kaddish: Akio’s grampa
Akio’s grampa witnessed the reigns of three emperors, Expansionism, World War II, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Western occupation, Japan’s rise to becoming the world’s second largest economic power and the crash in 1991, and in his last months, an 8.9 earthquake and 10 meter tsunami that were followed by fears of a nuclear disaster.
daily kaddish: Arthur Fromer
On Saturday, Mira got a phone call from a cousin. Her uncle Arthur—her cousin’s dad—had just died.
daily kaddish: for a kitty
Somebody’s cat had died. I can’t remember whose. I’m appalled.