Facebooked by RepentanceThere's an old story, I'm sure most of you are familiar with it. There is a town gossip. He wants to change his behavior and comes in one day to his Rabbi for advice. The Rabbi hands him a pillow and says "Here, take this pillow and drop the feathers inside all over town, and then come back to me." The man leaves the Rabbi, goes out into the streets, spreads the feathers to the winds and returns to the Rabbi. The Rabbi sees the empty pillow and tells the man, "Go back out and collect all the feathers."
The man looks at the Rabbi and says: "But Rabbi, that's impossible."
"So too," the Rabbi replies "is retrieving all the things you've said about others."
Things have changed a lot since then. Now it feels like those feathers, floating to the four corners of the Earth, could just as easily be a metaphor for our whole lives.
Tomorrow, you will be walking down to the Mason Pond and performing Tashlikh, throwing bread crumbs into the water. It is a fine tradition, but did you know that, hist
Grand Theft AtonementI have to admit that I procrastinated a little more then usual before writing this sermon. But, it wasn't all my fault. I was distracted by Grand Theft Auto Four. Now, I know the controversy has pretty much boiled over at this point, but now that I'm playing it, I have to admit to seeing more than a few good life lessons in the game.
Don't drink and drive, because if you do, you'll hit a pole, flip over three times, skid across a major freeway and fall into the Hudson River.
Make friends, help them out, and they'll return the favor by referring you to a high level Mafia don.
And finally, when the police try to pull you over, if you drive really really fast, they'll just think you're not worth the trouble and forget about you.
While these are all important lessons, it's really the last item that I'm dealing with tonight.
It brings me to the other reason why I started writing this sermon late, and why I missed one of the services in this holy week, I've been very busy. Two jobs, cl
DeadSpace"Sometimes, war is cheap."
-Arkady Sardais, Hegemon - Fifth Degree.
We got lazy. It was that simple. We didn't do a proper pre-scan before we jumped. I'm sure some would disagree with me. It wasn't like we had the time. Command didn't know that separatists were sitting just outside of scanning range at the Luet terminus. They certainly didn't expect for the Taurians to throw their entire force at one minor terminus.
We came out to complete chaos. Orders had been to take the entire 58th Roving Protectorate Fleet and sneak it through a fairly minor arm of the Thriacia wormhole network. We'd out-put to a backwater system and creep up behind what was suspected to be a fairly minor resistance cell, sitting at some nothing station. But someone in command was a sympathizer.
While we were non-comm in transit the separatists blew a half-dozen bombs and stepped, pistol-forward, into every command center in the system. Which wasn't hard. Luet was one of the few termini named for the
Bio: Varis Lania GallientusHomeworld: Arctus Gordivia IV (Diorga)
Affiliation: Founder, White-Wing Foundation (NGO-Humanitarian). Antarean in origin. Varis in the house of Gallientus.
Born: 944 A.E.
Bio: Lania, of House Gallientus, was born 944 A.E. to the then junior Senator Claetus Gallientus and his wife Riea. She was the latest, and last, of the direct bloodline of the house's founder Varis Gallientus. Like all members of the direct bloodline from the house's founder Lania was given the title of Varis.
At the age of 14 (958 A.E.), Lania moved with her father to Antarea Prime and was thrust into the limelight as the daughter of one of the Antarean Federation's most beloved public figures. Unlike many of her peers, Lania was forged by the attention of millions of Antareans. Her character was strong and sweet and many considered her the daughter of the Federation, raised by the best that Antarea had to offer in the very heart of the young democracy.
"Or Are They Spooks?"The novel "The Human Stain," by Philip Roth, centers around an event. The main character, Coleman Silk, is a professor in a small town college who, when confronted with the consistent absence of two of his students, asks, Does anyone know these people? Do they exist or are they spooks? Despite his intent to use the literal meaning, a specter or a ghost, his phrase was considered racist and he was drummed out of his university and sent into a spiral of destruction, deceit and despair.
An interesting story, but what, you might be asking, is the relevance? On Oct. 25, this previous Thursday, Michelle Guobadia, assistant director for Fraternity and Sorority Life, sent an e-mail out to Masons fraternity and sorority presidents reminding them of the danger of inappropriate party themes/costumes. After talking about her support for First Amendment rights, Guobadia stated Any costume or theme that deals with race, religion, ethnicity or sex/gender issues sho
Avenue Q Comes to The NationalThese days David Benoit takes his home along with him. He plays Nicky, Trekkie and a Bad News Bear in the traveling cast of Avenue Q, which will be coming to The National in Washington D.C. from Nov. 27 to Dec. 9. The tour brings its stage with them, three old dilapidated brownstones, not that different from Fall River, Benoits Massachusetts hometown. Benoit has been playing the two major characters for over a year, spending time in both the Broadway and traveling cast.
The show really pays homage to the childrens television shows we grew up with, shows like Sesame Street. Benoit said. Shows that taught life lessons. But it is a very adult show, though it looks like its a kiddy show. But it is not at all, there are some adult situations, theres full puppet nudity and theres indeed puppet sex.
Many of the puppets may resemble characters from classic childrens shows, but Avenue Qs puppets are different.
Yom Kippur ShpielDuring this week, TV personality Steven Colbert has created a Repentance Hotline. In order to help out all of those who may have offended him the line, 1-888-OOPS-JEW, is open to all callers. When you reach the number you hear Shalom, and welcome to Stephen Colberts atonement hotline. At the tone, please be a mench, and unburden your soul by stating how youve wronged meStephen Colbert. Your call will not be returned but selected apologies will be played on the air. You should be so lucky. Amusing, and it makes for a great gag, but I think he may have missed the point.
Many Jews who have and will not attend another service all year will attend Yom Kippur, the most holy day on the Jewish calendar. Some people ask for blanket absolution, send out forgiveness requests through Facebook applications or email, or simply mouth the words while not knowing the meaning. As I stand in services, I cant help but wonder if we may all be missing the point as badly a
Faith, Freedom, a Jewish HomeFaith, Freedom, and a Jewish Homeland
Okay dear reader, full disclosure. Last year, previous to my employment at Broadside, I had the honor of attending Students for a Democratic Society and the Students for Justice in Palestines Apartheid Wall event. If you attended that event, you may recall the person handing out short articles titled Congratulations, You Are an Ignorant Git. Unsurprisingly, this years repeat of the event made me weep for certain George Mason University students ability to learn. Further disclosure, I am a lifelong liberal who is embarrassed to be grouped into the same side of the spectrum as those who created the Apartheid Wall event. The replacement of apathy with ignorance is not a pretty sight to see.
Perhaps the most memorable portion of my counter-protest was at the end of a debate with an SDS member. After being unable to counter a single factual point, he had pretty much given up. I asked him, Where do you get
It was the name that got me to pay attention first. Angielczyk. We had just pulled into a Burger King complex, right off the highway, somewhere between Rochester and Buffalo, New York. It had caught my eye because Im bad at thinking up names, and I always write down names that sound different so that I can use them later. When I passed through the entrance this particular name caught my eye, it would be perfect for a character I was working on. While my parents and sister got on the line to wait for burgers, I walked back out to the rest stops entrance, where the posters were hanging. I surreptitiously copied it down, feeling like something between a stalked and a freak, trying to make sure that no one saw what I was doing.
Later on, passing a soda vending machine, I saw her face on another poster, haloed by the blue glow of Pepsi, and noticed that she was attractive. The date also struck me this time; she had gone missing only two days ago. My mother noted her weight, 95 p