It’s the Giant Menorah, Charlie Brown
Tonight, Colleen and I are going to La Jolla to view a giant menorah. It’s not quite thirty feet tall, and I don’t think it’ll be made of wicker, but I’m bringing my camera just in case. If you’re into the latke thing, check out this recipe Dreama posted over at Random Again. I think, […]
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Death by Dreidel
So far, this has truly been the Chanukah of the Dreidel. Colleen’s really getting into the whole “doing it right” thing, so she’s learning the menorah prayers and bought herself one of these itsy bitsy dreidels, and some mint M&M’s to use for gelt (since the store where we bought the dreidel didn’t have proper […]
Gifts for the one you love
This will be my fourth Christmas with my partner; if you ask her opinion, she’ll tell you that last year, it was the year of the gifts, and this year? There can be no more gifts, because what on earth can you be expect to get someone who you have already been with for FOUR […]
Big Willy
You know, now that I’m looking at a picture of it, I’m even starting to get kind of fond of Sir Wilhelm. My aging digital camera, on the other hand, is a whole different story; I’m beginning to think about dubbing it Steve, and letting it find a nice dark corner to die. Is that […]
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The only (lonely?) Jew in El Cajon
Every year, I have this tradition of buying a Chanukah menorah for - you guessed it - Chanukah. It’s not because I’m particularly careless; I don’t keep losing them from the year before. No, it’s just that since I’ve started trying to actually observe the holiday - that is, doing more than just singing the […]
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Afghanning
So, being that my funds for a Christmas present for my mother were nil, Colleen suggested we knit her something out of the leftover yarn from old projects. The only thing we could come up with that could incorporate so many random colors and types of yarn was an afghan. Although we had […]
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The criticisms of my students would serve as a good warning to visitors of Seeworthy: she talks too fast, she's too hard on us, she assigns too much work, and you have to be a dyke to get a good grade.
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