a great big pot of soup

There's a lot to say.


On the attack at the Mercaz HaRav Yeshiva in Jerusalem I feel so much my words tumble over each other and become wet with tears and broken with hearts and clenched with fists. In the end, I am sad and silent and lost.


What to write after this?
In high school we read The Stranger by Albert Camus. I liked it but then attempted to lessen my liking for it because suddenly everybody* else liked it too and when we entered college (and later, got facebook) everybody else listed it in their favorite books. Must get over my aversion to liking what I like but disliking when people I shouldn't think like the same do like the same. hm. Regardless. Today I was sent a quote by Camus. It's good-

If there is sin against life, it consists in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

you, too, are allowed to like it.

Spring Break is this week. Watch for me on the next episode of Girls Gone Wild.** The show is trying out a different format, highlighting this week those meshugah females who remain at school and spend their spring breaks in the university libraries, writing...research papers. My life isn't entirely that boring. I have Grand Plans for break. A Fun And Exciting Thing To Do Each Day. Kant to read. Kids to be babysat (not part of the Grand Plans, but rather an enabler-money-enabling other Grant Plans to occur). Shabbat dinners to be hosted. Museums to be visited. Letters to be written.

Yesterday I made a Great Big Pot Of Soup.

















Today I went to a Production, "Can You Imagine," about what life would be like after the Mosiach comes, put on by the local Lubavitch girls high school.

Tomorrow I conquer the world.




*a few people who I group together based on imaginary ties
** joke, joke, please note the sarcasm in my voice. also a joke. annnnnnnnyways.