Today’s Kaddish compares two mics for vocal tracks with Mira’s Mac’s built-in mic, and it tests my ability to repeat the Aramaic text.
daily kaddish: for clayton
For Patti’s nephew Clayton, who died two weeks ago at age fourteen in a complication of influenza.
daily kaddish: geraldine ferraro z”l
A kaddish for Geraldine Ferraro. As a friend commented on twitter, she made everything seem possible.
First woman to run for Vice President of the United States, first Italian to run on the top ticket, and if I’m not mistaken, among the first women in politics to get mud thrown at her not for what she herself had done, but for what her husband had done—and wasn’t that interesting?
May she rest in peace.
daily kaddish: for a burned Qur’an
A Kaddish for a burned Qur’an and for the five Aghans, four Nepalese, and three Europeans killed today in retribution. As Reb Deb commented: “The idiot. The blasphemous idiot. You don’t burn books.”
a kaddish for miss pants
Candy Pants was my dad’s hunting dog, retired to California, endured four dogs’ worth of veterinary crises, and healed me—not exactly in that order.
daily kaddish: miss pants z”l
A kaddish for Velvet Marquesa Candace, aka Candy Pants, the smartest and toughest black lab I ever knew, whose Yahrtzeit was yesterday.
daily kaddish: nose surgery, percocet, and pants
Today is Candy Pants’ Yahrtzeit, but we’re going to have to mark that tomorrow—I’m in too much pain from nose surgery today, which is oddly fitting.
the meat and the messiah — a kaddish
— sacrifice/d — sometimes with a prayer — defined by others (i.e. often passive recipients of the category) — unnatural arc, so who would make this stuff up? — untimely demise — averting being wrinkled, old, or unlovely — they die so that we may live, especially the meat — frequently male, for some ungodly…
daily kaddish: for the george lawson gallery being in san francisco
After twenty-six acclaimed exhibitions, the George Lawson Gallery will close its doors and move south to Los Angeles. A kaddish for having our friend and his gallery around, nearby.
a kaddish for disappearing islands
This book caught my attention today and I couldn’t put it down. Plunked down my little piece of plastic and carried the irresistible treasure back to Brooklyn. It’s called: Atlas of Remote Islands: Fifty Islands I Have Never Set Foot On and Never Will by Judith Schalansky. Translated from the German by Christine Lo. Beautifully…