Hostage to Doublethought "It's too hard", he complains plaintively. "He, G-d, will understand. My son, he is a Rabbi. In Brooklyn. He is Lubavitch. (Here, he serenades me with the first few bars of...
An Open Letter to Seminary Girls In a tradition dating back to the opening of the doors of the first seminary way back when in the fifties, the second week of Elul is host to an ingathering of exiles, so...
Holiness in Haifa Being a yeshiva student in Jerusalem is a wonderful experience. Aside from the learning, obviously, the people, places, and things to do never end. Indeed, I've fallen in...
Goodbye, But Not For Long
I and quite few other bochurim will be returning to Chutz La'aretz in just a few days. I can't wait for that flight. Not. I suppose I should be thankful though; Boruch...
The Old Candy Man and The Candy Store "Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man can, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes...
So it turns out I sorta drunk-dialed Zaide on Purim.
I think I wished him a Freilichen Chanukah. He was not amused.
After a few minutes, though, he calmed down. And left me with this highly relevant quote that more or less encapsulates a good bochur’s Purim.
“There are two people that I hate.
A drunk man when I’m sober and a sober man when I’m drunk”.
And that’s the Purim ma’amar for this year folks.
Twitter Chiddushim
Oh, you have no idea.
Wait a second, who is this Yeshivishe Shadow who has appeared on your blog, and do you have the same grandfather? Shouldn’t you introduce newcomers so we know who we’re talking to?
Whoops, I see he introduced himself in the previous post. I’m still confused about the grandfather thing.
I’m a guest poster here. I don’t know how I ended up as the author of this post; I suspect YeshivaGuy put me in by mistake instead of himself. I sure didn’t write it…
Yup, ’twas a mistake. Yeshivish Shadow is someone else.