(Sing this to the tune of "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley)
We're familiar with food that's cooked
You used to eat it and so did I
Just a taste is what I have in mind
You won't know if you like raw, until you try
Just a word about how great I've been feeling
Since I entered live foods land-
Never gonna steam it up
Never gonna boil it down
Never gonna roast a crown and skirt you
Never gonna gonna grill walleye
Never gonna braise Birds Eye
Never gonna toast on rye, and serve it to you
I've not been at this for very long
I know it all looks strange if you've not tried it
That's the message of this song
We could have pineapple, or raw banana split
And if you ask me why I do this
The results are easy to see-
Never gonna steam it up
Never gonna boil it down
Never gonna roast a crown and skirt you
Never gonna make you fry
Never gonna bake a pie
Never gonna carmine dye, and squirt you
Never gonna steam it up
Never gonna boil it down
Never gonna roast a crown and skirt you
Never gonna gonna grill walleye
Never gonna braise Birds Eye
Never gonna toast on rye, and serve it to you
Monday, April 28, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Nightly Noobs
Stay tuned for the Nightly Noobs with your anchors: May Zhorboubs and Fabula Snockers
Our meteorologist Ray Kneeskiez has the weather forecast
Tay Thurble will fill you in on the sports scores
Health reporter Rick Olah with a word on Spring allergies
The farm report is by Till Theland
Restuarant trends from Sue Shi
Political reports from Cam Payntrail and Em Tipromise
Special reports tonight from:
Global warming alarmist Harry Binger
Economist Law Fercurf
And art critic Jess O.
As always
Movie reviews from Moe Shun and Music scene by Lei Dievfspaine
Stay tuned!
Our meteorologist Ray Kneeskiez has the weather forecast
Tay Thurble will fill you in on the sports scores
Health reporter Rick Olah with a word on Spring allergies
The farm report is by Till Theland
Restuarant trends from Sue Shi
Political reports from Cam Payntrail and Em Tipromise
Special reports tonight from:
Global warming alarmist Harry Binger
Economist Law Fercurf
And art critic Jess O.
As always
Movie reviews from Moe Shun and Music scene by Lei Dievfspaine
Stay tuned!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
MinHaggadah - Passover Shopping
I told my daughter that I was going to buy some holiday groceries. She asked me what I was going to get. I already had apples, but we still needed the horseradish and more eggs. There was also the matter of the matzah.
"Don't we also need to get an orange?"
"If you say that we need an orange, then I will get an orange."
"But don't we NEED an orange."
"If an orange is part of your minhag, then we should have one."
She tried the phrase "supposed to" on me, but that didn't specifically apply either.
So, about the orange:
The seder plate includes five symbolic foods, although the seder is based around three symbolic foods including the unleavened bread which is not even one of the five on the plate. A Venn diagram might be useful here. Israeli seder plates include a space for a fresh green in addition to the mild parsley and the bitter horseradish. This is usually lettuce, and my haggadah does not mention any symbolism for it. An orange is not among the five.
There is a very modern story, probably originating in our lifetimes, and in my opinion, like an earlier one about George Washington and the cherry tree, quite likely after the fact, about the passover orange. Today there are many female rabbis, but this is a phenomenon of the last half century. Before that, rabbis were all male. Orthodox synagogues still do not have any women in rabbinical roles. Since those guys say that they are doing everything correctly, and all else is inauthentic imitation, adherents would be of the opinion that there STILL are no women rabbis.
We could get into many advantages and disadvantages of an all-male clergy. I like the idea that it gives men something to do. Hanging out with their rabbi and discussing a Jewish equivalent of how many angels can dance on the head of a pin provides camaraderie and defrays boredom. This can contribute to a congenial home life. When women are discouraged from this esoteric knowledge, some of them desire inclusion. For example, if I were more informed, I might understand the significance of the not-so-bitter Israeli lettuce. There is also an increasing trend of clerical authoritarianism, I see that as the real issue in this citrus conversation. When both sexes are involved in a process, that egalitarianism is transmitted to those they serve. That would be the congregations.
Returning to the orange:
Once upon a time, not too long ago, a young woman asked her rabbi if she could also become a rabbi when she grew up. He responded: "When women can be rabbis, there will be an orange on the seder plate." Since that time, oranges have shoe-horned their way onto crowded holiday tables.
The haggadah doesn't say anything directly about why an egg is included either, only that you need one. Tradition has always been an evolving fusion.
"Don't we also need to get an orange?"
"If you say that we need an orange, then I will get an orange."
"But don't we NEED an orange."
"If an orange is part of your minhag, then we should have one."
She tried the phrase "supposed to" on me, but that didn't specifically apply either.
So, about the orange:
The seder plate includes five symbolic foods, although the seder is based around three symbolic foods including the unleavened bread which is not even one of the five on the plate. A Venn diagram might be useful here. Israeli seder plates include a space for a fresh green in addition to the mild parsley and the bitter horseradish. This is usually lettuce, and my haggadah does not mention any symbolism for it. An orange is not among the five.
There is a very modern story, probably originating in our lifetimes, and in my opinion, like an earlier one about George Washington and the cherry tree, quite likely after the fact, about the passover orange. Today there are many female rabbis, but this is a phenomenon of the last half century. Before that, rabbis were all male. Orthodox synagogues still do not have any women in rabbinical roles. Since those guys say that they are doing everything correctly, and all else is inauthentic imitation, adherents would be of the opinion that there STILL are no women rabbis.
We could get into many advantages and disadvantages of an all-male clergy. I like the idea that it gives men something to do. Hanging out with their rabbi and discussing a Jewish equivalent of how many angels can dance on the head of a pin provides camaraderie and defrays boredom. This can contribute to a congenial home life. When women are discouraged from this esoteric knowledge, some of them desire inclusion. For example, if I were more informed, I might understand the significance of the not-so-bitter Israeli lettuce. There is also an increasing trend of clerical authoritarianism, I see that as the real issue in this citrus conversation. When both sexes are involved in a process, that egalitarianism is transmitted to those they serve. That would be the congregations.
Returning to the orange:
Once upon a time, not too long ago, a young woman asked her rabbi if she could also become a rabbi when she grew up. He responded: "When women can be rabbis, there will be an orange on the seder plate." Since that time, oranges have shoe-horned their way onto crowded holiday tables.
The haggadah doesn't say anything directly about why an egg is included either, only that you need one. Tradition has always been an evolving fusion.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Ode to a Haircut
(Sing this to the tune of "Somewhere Out There")
Somewhere nearby I hear the buzzing sound
A song of barbershop clippers hummed in four part round
Even closer my favorite seventeen-year old
Soon to undergo shortening of his glorious locks of gold
And though no razor`s touched his hair since last June or July
I`d like to think underneath that mane is still the same sweet guy
To the strip mall a mere mile away
First thing on the agenda of a balmy spring break day
As the strands fall it soon reveals a trace
Of what is becoming a grown-up chiseled face
Floor-length tresses no longer decorate my mature tyke
But by summer they may evolve into a surfer spike
This has been a successful haircut event
I for one am glad that both of us went
And the clippers continue buzzing along
Will your own teenager soon attend a concert of their song?
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