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So dinner on Friday night at [livejournal.com profile] mbarr's was rather nice - and occasionally rather entertaining as well.

One moment in particular that stuck in my head was when the words "self-cleaning onion" came up in conversation between two people, and the words got passed, by repetition, further down the table. It seems someone meant to say "self-cleaning oven," but self-cleaning onion is a far more interesting concept. It seems that such an item, though consumable, could be used along with both dairy and meat, which is not normally possible with onions (because once you have touched the onion with, say, a dairy knife, it absorbs the essence of the dairy-ness and becomes dairy).

This, interestingly, led to a discussion of the genders of dishes. (Because onions, like dishes, take on gender.) It occurred to me that, with dishes, instead of asking "what is the status of this dish?" or "what is this dish used for?" when we want to know whether a dish is for dairy or for meat, we tend to ask, "what is the gender of this dish?"

Which, of course, led to a discussion of gendered dishes. And the realization that though there are only two normative genders when it comes to people (there are other genders that came up - including androgynous and hermaphrodite- but those are not normative), there are actually four normative genders when it comes to dishes: dairy, meat, parve (neutral), and not kosher. And then, if you add in Passover, you get at least five or six... (i.e. passover dairy and passover meat)

Anyway, it was quite the entertaining conversation - and oddly philosophical as well.

Isn't it fun to keep kosher? :)
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What does a peacock mate with?

I actually had to think for a moment about how to interpret the question before I could answer.

Yes, Friday night dinner - and Trivial Pursuit, obviously - at [livejournal.com profile] mysticengineer's was fun.

Oh, and happy 2007.
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= very giggly [livejournal.com profile] taylweaver.

And that was only the first sedder. Somehow, a few more hours of sleep and one less cup of wine (we weren't done yet) on the following night was still enough to set me off - though I did have a little help from [livejournal.com profile] mbarr on that one... and my brother kicking me under the table wasn't exactly going to make things better...

Not my most reverent hallel.

The seddarim were good - and blessedly uneventful, as those of you who recall last year's Pesach happenings will understand. (Granted, that was mostly the last days of Pesach, but still...)

Funny, I think I began this LJ about a year ago now - Pesach was one of my first entries.

Anyway, I was not the only exhausted one at the first sedder. I think that must have been the most pathetic Nirtza ever - none of us had energy to sing. I think my sister captured the mood perfectly when, at 11:30, as we were nearing the very end, she asked, in a very plaintive tone, "Do we have to sing chad gadya?" The rest of us definitely shared her sentiment, but sing it we did, though not with much spirit.

Even on the second night, we were tired enough to lose track of which verse we were up to in half the songs - who knows one, chad gadya, etc.

But they were still wonderful seddarim, and the three days flew by - maybe because I spent so much time napping.

Hooray for time off - even if I feel like there is *nothing* I can eat for a week...
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There's something redeeming about a digital camera. With a regular camera, especially a disposable one, I have to weigh the worth of the picture against using up 1/27th of my film and then paying to develop the photo. With a digital, I can try the same photo as many times as I want, knowing that I can still take 200 more, and that, if I don't like it, I can delete it. There's a certain freedom that comes with having my new camera - knowing there is always another picture, knowing I lose nothing but a few seconds of battery.

I guess it's related to taking risks - the digital camera gives me a sort of safety net. In a way, it lets me take more risks because I know there won't be any consequences - and it is nice to feel safe when taking risks and trying out new things. Safety nets are important.

Anyway, Coney Island was fun - thank you to Y for dragging us out there. It was great to walk barefoot on the sand - yet another risk I was willing to take! And I survived it unharmed, I am pleased to say - though the sand is going to be in my shoes all summer - and it was great to snap fun photos - I think I took more than a roll of film worth, which, as I said, was liberating. And it was also great to just lay on Y's special sand-repelling beach blanket and doze off - and also yell at AB for her lack of self-restraint in regard to a certain DVD....

I was lying there, thinking about what we could do later, remembering that M had lent us two Firefly DVD's, and there were a few episodes left, then remembering I thought I had left them at AB's apartment. So I asked her. And the exchange went something like this:

Me: Wait- I left Firefly at your apartment, didn't I.
AB: Yes.
Me, suddenly remembering how bad this could be: Did you watch any of it?
AB, with one of her trying-to-be-innocent-but-really-confessing-her-guilt grins that I can sense even though her face is toward the super-blanket, so i really can't see it: Yes.
Me: AB - how much did you watch?
AB: A little... (more grinning.)
Me: How much did you watch?
AB: A little
This exchange repeated itself a few more times, with AB burying her grinning face further and further into the blanket, and her grin dissolving into laughter. She eventually admitted to two episodes, in that cutesie little, "how can you be angry at me" voice.

Yes, it worked. It is very hard to scold someone when you can't keep a straight face! (I hope I do better with my future students) I hit her a bunch of times with my beach hat, but really, I was just laughing too hard to be angry.

AB's excuse? she has no self-restraint. I don't think she even really apologized. I think she just admitted to succumbing to temptation, and used that as justification - and I let her! Maybe because it was just so her. Because I was so not surprised.

And you wonder why she is the evil one...

She did, however, agree that she deserves to be punished. I feel very little need to punish her, but I also feel I should not indulge this little weakness of hers. As such, I have decided that it is only fair to let everyone else laugh at or with her. (I hope with her, because at her might be a bit severe.) AB, consider yourself punished. (and go back to work - exercise some self-restraint :) - you know you can. You did on the train - and stop reading this til your lunch break - and do let me know if you feel I should delete this. You're probably the first one reading it anyway...)

Anyway, Coney Island was fun. Even if it was not Y's idea of an ideal beach experience. It was certainly a convenient one, and a really great day off.
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This afternoon, I got a headache. I took advil - no help. So I took a nap. Woke up an hour later. Felt better. Then I got out of bed. And there was the headache. So what did I do? I went and took another nap. This time, it worked.

After the second nap, it was down to Old Navy - last day for me to get 20% off with my card. I had a fun subway ride down to 34th st. I was on the local train with a bunch of Tsofim - Israeli scouts. Some were wearing their shirts - that's how I know. Plus, it was this big bunch of people talking in Hebrew - but not in an annoying way. In a hanging out sort of way. And there was English too. But I understood the Hebrew. And Y will be pleased - or perhaps jealous - to note that they were singing Hadag Nachash as well - the sticker song. I was so tempted to say something, but I didn't.

And while I am posting, I just want to share that I had a wonderful weekend visiting N in Long Beach with AF and M. I rode the LIRR for the second time in my life - and it was much less eventful than last time - when I went to visit AB's family, and the train schedule got all messed up and we ended up on the wrong train. I also rode the LIRR for the third time - because we took it back to the city also on Saturday night.

The weekend included such interesting moments as ten straight minutes of uncontrollable laughter on my part - I really have no idea how that happened. It hurt. But it was also rather funny - which, of course, just made me laugh harder - AB, would that be metalaughter? But that just shows how good a time we had. And there were three walks on the boardwalk, which was almost on the way to shul (a block out of our way) and gorgeous weather. And we ate lunch on the terrace. And we heard a report on the radio about how a terrorist's computer had been found, and all the data was easy to access on it because he didn't encrypt it or whatever, and so the newscaster urged everyone listening to remember to protect the data on their computers. Then she said something like, "but if you're a terrorist, remember that this advice is coming from a woman who is also an infidel." Or something like that (those of you who were there can feel free to correct me.)

There were also numerous other interesting and entertaining moments, including a failed culinary experiment - avocado soup. We experimented further while sitting at the table, and found ways to make it... edible, but then we all gave up and poured it down the sink. On the flipside, dessert was a smashing success and a wonderful team effort, involving AF's brownies - heated up, my fruit salad - which took a forever to make, N's parve ice cream, and M's dessert wine. So that was wonderful.

In general, it was a fun weekend, and I'd say more, but I need to go to sleep now...


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