kaddish in two-part harmony
A conversation between an anthropologist and a musician along with a growing virtual minyan, on themes of death and dying, grief, ritual, and the interplay between music and words.about
Monthly Archives: June 2010
glossary, as requested (with apologies)
In no particular order, maybe this will help: shikse — (aka shiksa) — term of endearment (or not) for women of the non-Jewish persuasion. the most important sub-category is, of course, the shikse-goddess. shul — synagogue, small or large, in … Continue reading
the rebbe and the wise little children
A friend and colleague posted this quote from Arthur Green on his blog and so, of course, I’ve struggled with it. Which is better than saying, yet again, that it pissed me off: “We would understand the entire course of … Continue reading
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Tagged Arthur Green, Bireishit, evolution, faith, Genesis, Jewish education, pedagogy, tzaddik stories
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how the sages die
Within an hour of his demise, my father looked exactly like a very very dead body. He was already cold. His mouth was open in the midst of his last unfinished sentence. One hour was the time it took me … Continue reading
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Tagged Aeschylus, Analects of Confucius, Arthur Waley, dads, death and dying, Durrenmatt, Father's Day, grief, Kafka
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the fourth rabbi
When M was little, the tzaddik gave him a book of Bible Stories. I think it changed my son forever. That night I heard this scream from upstairs, and ran up to see what was wrong. He was tucked in … Continue reading
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Tagged Abraham, Akedah, bible stories, Jewish education, law school, rabbi, Reb Zalman
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running away together — dordogne
It’s not like either of us never went anywhere — though I thought she had me beat in this regard. Her fieldwork took her to what I thought of as the ends of the earth. although for her, it wasn’t … Continue reading
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Tagged anthropology of consciousness, Dordogne, Galina Lindquist, women, writing
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