Saturday, April 22, 2006
Pesach Break
Pesach, as expected was part insanity and part calamity and part overwhelming relief. Insanity was 15 boxes of matzah consumed, a gross of eggs eaten, and 40 people at seder. Calamity is six days of shul for 12 days home. Relief is eating a home-cooked meal and then chametz a week later.
My dear friends Senor Africa and Miss Coffee were both at both my sedarim which made them extremely enjoyable. Aside from the pleasure of their company and witty banter, they sat on either side of me (seder one), making it nigh impossible for anyone but the two of them to get my attention, much less hold a conversation with me. The seder was a bit shorter than usual, but it did not detract from the overall experience. There was frog-throwing, wine-drinking, left-leaning, good-eating and of course hebrew-reading.
Chol-Hamoed was uneventful excepting my trip to the University of North Cac at C-H. I arranged ahead of time (but not that far ahead) to do a daytrip, and I cooked pesach rolls to distribute the the hungry college students. Also on the menu were cold cuts, white grape juice, elite chocolate and those gross chocolate jelly-filled rings. I saw alot of people, some arranged, some not, but no basketball players or otherwise famous people. I was escorted to quad, where I sat down with my various foodstuffs and began to conversate and feed people. As people had classes to attend, the guard changed every so often and I had a slightly different set of people sitting with me. Sach hakol, I spent six hours sitting in the quad, which much to my displeasure, resulted in a slight burning of the ears and nose, but was otherwise a very enjoyable way to socialize.
Final chag brought my youngest brother beaning the middle brother in the face with a baseball. It seems there is always a sports injury on pesach (coughpinkycough). In any case, it did not do any lasting damage, it just looks as though he engaged in a bout of fisticuffs.
Pesach being over I am back to downing leaven like it's my job, and maybe even looking forward to rounding out the school year.
"And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say. "
My dear friends Senor Africa and Miss Coffee were both at both my sedarim which made them extremely enjoyable. Aside from the pleasure of their company and witty banter, they sat on either side of me (seder one), making it nigh impossible for anyone but the two of them to get my attention, much less hold a conversation with me. The seder was a bit shorter than usual, but it did not detract from the overall experience. There was frog-throwing, wine-drinking, left-leaning, good-eating and of course hebrew-reading.
Chol-Hamoed was uneventful excepting my trip to the University of North Cac at C-H. I arranged ahead of time (but not that far ahead) to do a daytrip, and I cooked pesach rolls to distribute the the hungry college students. Also on the menu were cold cuts, white grape juice, elite chocolate and those gross chocolate jelly-filled rings. I saw alot of people, some arranged, some not, but no basketball players or otherwise famous people. I was escorted to quad, where I sat down with my various foodstuffs and began to conversate and feed people. As people had classes to attend, the guard changed every so often and I had a slightly different set of people sitting with me. Sach hakol, I spent six hours sitting in the quad, which much to my displeasure, resulted in a slight burning of the ears and nose, but was otherwise a very enjoyable way to socialize.
Final chag brought my youngest brother beaning the middle brother in the face with a baseball. It seems there is always a sports injury on pesach (coughpinkycough). In any case, it did not do any lasting damage, it just looks as though he engaged in a bout of fisticuffs.
Pesach being over I am back to downing leaven like it's my job, and maybe even looking forward to rounding out the school year.
"And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say. "
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
El choto pascual como una Metáfora
Erev Pesach 2006. The LA cousins are here, exponentially multiplying the amount of insanity in the house and concerning the holiday. On the other hand, being home is such a relief. Home is where the food is always fresh and delicious, even if it is not leavened. Simply to wear shorts and to see green that is not oxidized copper makes me remember where I grew up and why it is so gol-darn good to be home. I got to see my barber, Bill, who grilled me with the usual series of questions while giving me a long-overdue haircut.
Going back to school will be difficult, but only two weeks remain before my one exam (read: I will have alot of work those two weeks, then a brief vacation before one three-hour regurgitation of everything I have ever learned about violence texts). The knowledge that the end of school is in sight is always the light at the end of the tunnel (quite literally sometimes).
I got up before the sun today, but tonight, tonight we feast!
(insert wildly inappropriate religion joke here)
Going back to school will be difficult, but only two weeks remain before my one exam (read: I will have alot of work those two weeks, then a brief vacation before one three-hour regurgitation of everything I have ever learned about violence texts). The knowledge that the end of school is in sight is always the light at the end of the tunnel (quite literally sometimes).
I got up before the sun today, but tonight, tonight we feast!
(insert wildly inappropriate religion joke here)
