“Peasants!” the rebbe would mutter under his breath, when his wife Sarah’s customs went too far for his Ashkenazi sensibilities. But of course, her people were not peasants. They were proud of a long and sanctified lineage. Proud of the language they had retained since the 15th century. Proud of those they claimed as their…
Month: October 2011
daily kaddish: at 1am
Once again a statistical software conference pushes my Kaddish duties into the wee hours.
daily kaddish: at 2am
Sometimes keeping up the daily ritual is a royal pain.
daily kaddish: ein ein sof
Mira opens this Kaddish with a reading from a book the Beit Malkhut study group is working on. I’ll let her explain. —Erin
daily kaddish: the Steve Jobs we didn’t know
I wanted to play another Kaddish for Steve Jobs after reading my friend Lori’s remembrance of him from her days working at Apple.
Oh, and one more thing…
A guest essay from Lori Jennings-Emery, who knew Steve Jobs from her eleven years working at Apple: The past few days, I’ve read a lot of stories about Steve Jobs and the kinds of memories folks have of him. I’ve been thinking about my various encounters with Steve, trying to decide which story to share.
daily kaddish: the other wrist support
Yesterday I tried playing Kaddish supine while using the black thermoplastic brace that my hand therapist made me. Tonight, I tried again with the thicker, stiffer white brace she also made.
daily kaddish: from the injured bench
This is the first Kaddish recorded supine but using a hand support—the thinner black one. It helped a lot—the horn was still slipping downward, but it didn’t pull my finger out of position when it did so. This is progress.
avram and the not so barren sarah — 1.1.8
It was not that Sarah was barren—it was more, perhaps, that she had had enormous difficulty holding a child to term. And those she had lost had all been girls and were not counted by the fathers of her lineage, nor troubled over by the master of her house. The rebbe retreated to manuscripts and…
daily kaddish: for my great aunt, Severine Regine Vang
A kaddish for the common ancestor of me and my second cousin, who’s visiting from Norway.