Daniel's Summer Blog

Today is Wednesday, the day of rest for miktzoim (specialty) counselors. Consequently I have time to write my blog. Coincidentally, my gesher campers are gone on a 3-day etgar so I will not see them until sunday when I get back from LA (cousin Eve's bat mitzvah). Here are some anecdotes for you to dwell on. Jake gets a banana and puts it in his pocket. Graeme says, "Hey jake, is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Jake: Um no, it's just a banana in my pocket. Next. We the tower staff have on of those rechargeable little airplanes courtesy of Mr. Lipman. After roughly 50 flights, the plane finally goes into the lake and Veronica and Zach promptly wade in to rescue it. Now the good stuff. Your friend and mine, Daniele, locks two less-than-innocent cochavimers (miles and The Baron) in the pool. Turns out they did not hear repeated calls to get out of the changing tents and go to lunch. Miles squeezes through the gates and calls the chadar with the pool phone (the baron's girth does not permit his escaping), where Ashira (my boss) picks it up and reports to Janet (Daniele's boss). A few hours later, Piper puts a roll or packing tape around Daniele, pinning her arms to her sides and making a general spectacle. Operation Shotgun has reached a breakpoint. No, just kidding, it's still in progress. With any luck there will soon be a one-line post declaring its success. Oh! Mother of G-d I almost forgot. For tikkun leil shavuot, which was completely insane by the way, I did a rap for vayera (the 3 angels, sarah bears isaac, the akaydah). It went a little something like this (i wrote every freaking word).


In west Iran, born and raised
giving hospitality most of my days,
chillin out maxin relaxin all cool and chillin with the angels outside of the school,
when a coupla cities who were up to no good,
started makin trouble in my neighborhood!
Sodom and Gomorrah got destroyed, and Lot came to live with me and my lack of little boys.
(little shimmy)
I whistled for my angels and when they came near, the license plate said BABY and there were dice in the mirror,
I thought to myself "a miracle is rare,"
so I yelled to the angels, go home to up there!
(little shimmy)
I. pulled. up the mountain about 7 or 8 years later and i said to the servant
"go home smell ya later,"
looked at the sacrifice, I was finally there,
would've killed my son, but G-d DID care.
(Final Shimmy)

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