Magic Jewball

People always ask me, what’s the proper greeting for Yom Kippur? So if I see Suzyn Waldman, hurrying out of the WCBS booth at today’s delayed Yankee game to get to services, what should I say? Happy Yom Kippur? Happy Holidays? Seasons Greetings? (Well, it is a season, the season of repentance… but that’s a stretch.)

There are several options. Yom Kippur isn’t a holiday in the secular, Madonna sense. Celebraaaate! It’s a holy day, in the old-timey, Biblical sense. It’s the last piece in a period of reflection that begins over a month before, where we think about ourselves, what we have done wrong, how we can make those wrong things right, and hope that God shows mercy. On Yom Kippur, we fast and spend nearly twenty-four hours in continuous prayer. At the beginning we ask God to inscribe us in the “book of life” a metaphor for forgiving our sins and allowing us to have a good life for another year. At the end of Yom Kippur, the “book” is closed and sealed. So the most traditional greeting is:

Gmar chatimah tovah (Gmahr ha-tee-mah toe-vah) = may your finished sealing be good
That is, may you be sealed in the book of life with a good outcome.

This can be shortened to Gmar tov (gmahr tove), literally, “a good finish,” but really a shorter way of saying the above.

You can also still say, “Shana tova” (shah-nah toe-vah), or, a good new year.

There is also “have an easy fast,” which I’ve inherited a non-fondness for, because my mother used to say, quite rightly, that the point of Yom Kippur is to suffer so that one really turns inward to think of their behavior and past actions. So having an easy fast defeats the purpose, really. She used to say (and others do too), “have a meaningful fast.” Of course, you can cover all bases by saying, “have an easy and meaningful fast.” But it’s perfectly acceptable to go with the standard, “have an easy fast,” and I promise, no Jew will ever answer you, “don’t tell me what kind of fast to have!”

Not to mention, this is all easy for me to say, since I’m on medication that doesn’t allow me to fast. But I’m not eating steak frites either.

Anyhoo, thanks for the good wishes, and thanks to the Yankees for having an early game so Suzyn and I can attend evening services without missing the game. I’d also like to say that I’m sorry for anything I might have done to hurt anyone this year and I hope that you’ll forgive me. In conclusion, clinch early and clinch often.

Hothouse Flowers – I’m Sorry

Oh my, am I busy. Thanks to all who ordered treats from my Etsy shop and thanks (in advance) to all who plan to. Between that, my job, my classes, and hundreds of pages of reading a day, I’ve pretty much eliminated sleep. And blogging, as you may have noticed. As a matter of fact, what I’d really like to post about is all the things I should be doing instead of posting. Instead, just a few tidbits from the week.

1. You don’t need to out yourself, but one of my readers (I believe you are in Michigan, but I could be wrong) has a delightful daughter who used my blog as an example of blogging. She dubbed JBall hilarious! Yes! You may think I’m biased, but I find your ninth-grader to be a lovely writer. Really. I wish I could have written so cogently at that age. And I am excited that a teacher would ask students to do that as an assignment. If I’m misunderstanding what the blog’s about, don’t disillusion me!

2. If you would like to know how busy I really am, beyond my usual, “I have 3,365 unread items in my feed reader” statement, consider this: there has been Push Gmail for the iPhone/iPod Touch for two days now (about 30% of my feeds would have remarked on this) and I didn’t know! There’s something wrong with being a tech student who no longer has time to read tech news. Positive item: there is now Push Gmail for my iPod Touch. Also, since I read that, I only have 3,364 unread items in my feed reader.

3. You know, I always am nice to tourists. I ask them if they need help. I give them directions. Sometimes I even walk them to their destinations and chat them up. I worry about them, in case they get lost. Because, once upon a time when I had money to travel, I was a tourist, so I know. Today, the tourists paid me back. On the way into the subway, a sweet European family gave me their Metrocard because they were going home and no longer needed it. Could they tell I was a poor student? Probably! Either way, I’m so happy to have it. Free rides through Friday!

4. Oh look! Editors have a show near me! Honestly, I was terribly excited to see that (no offense to U2 but I’ve seen them ten times and besides, I didn’t like the last three albums… no, maybe they should be offended) because I adore Editors and have never seen them live. Except, the phrase “near you” has a slightly different meaning to the folks at iLike, Facebook’s music program. Oops!

I wonder which subway line I should take…

By the way, I discovered an exciting benefit of using all twenty-four hours of my day: I no longer need Ambien. Remember, always look at the bright side of life! I would if I could still see.

The Cure – Sleep When I’m Dead

The lyrics to this are a little raunchier than your usual Holy New Year ditty but they’re hard to catch even if you do understand Hebrew. So if you’re a fan of the Muppets or having a good and sweet upcoming year, please do have a listen. Me, I’ll be stuffing my face with honey cake.

Shana tova!

This is not my Rosh Hashanah post, that’s Friday. Besides, the standard greeting for that is “Good New Year,” which can be a big difference. If I were writing a paper, which I am in a another window, I might compare and contrast the idea of a happy new year and a good new year. But this is a blog post, people!

Anyhoo, the Etsy store is open for your rugelach cookie pleasure. It’s been open a couple of days but I just wanted to work out the kinks before I announced it. And actually, I only ship Monday through Wednesday so that you’ll receive fresh cookies (they get sent Priority Mail which takes two days, usually) so you can feel free to order this week, but you’d get your tasty treats next week. That’s OK, I understand that treats will be considered desirable next week as well. And every week after that.

Go ahead, click on it!

As you have no doubt surmised, Cinnamon Girl is the name of my shop and at the moment, rugelach are available, but eventually, if all goes well, maybe there will be more. If you like that logo, you should know that a lurker contacted me out of nowhere! I love the Interwebs and that’s why I’m studying them in another window. But should you be interested in her services (and she was lovely to work with), please give me a shout and I will connect you. Continuing my streak of only dealing with International designers, she is from America’s hat. Lovely, eh? As a reward, I don’t ship to Canada. This is because it would cost $25. American.

I have the link of what’s for sale in my sidebar there on the right, although I do take requests, plus, as things sell out I have to manually re-list them, so just check back if you don’t see one of my normal flavors. I debated whether to put it up top or down at the bottom below all the things pertaining to the actual blog (categories and comments and calendar of posts, etc.). I decided to leave it up top for a month or so because it’s new and eventually I’ll move it down below the actual blog links. So the link is in the logo in this post and in the sidebar but in case you’re too excited about pastry to do any of those things, it’s cinnamongirlbakery.etsy.com.

OMG, what did you think I was going to pick?
Neil Young – Cinnamon Girl

When I was in High School, I was not the biggest math and science fan in the world (not so much now either, I have to admit, even though I’m in the Math and Science department, ironically). In our senior year, we were allowed to drop one or the other because the actual requirements were fulfilled. I dropped science but I said to my adviser, “trust me, after I graduate, I’ll never do a math problem again.” No, seriously, one of the reasons I chose Johns Hopkins was that it had no real math or science requirement and what it did have could be checked off by taking things like “The History of Math.” Which I took. I also took Statistics but I was a social science major and would have had to take that anyway.

Then I left and worked for a record label where I proceeded to do math every day. I told this story to Lisa Tagio, my favorite math teacher, so she could tell her students. Anyhoo, one of the things I hated and found most soul-sucking about marketing music was the Powerpoint presentation and its useless bullet points of nothingness. I vowed I would never do a stupidass Powerpoint presentation again.

I know, I know. But did it have to be so soon? In one of my classes, our first project is to be done in groups and the bossiest person in the group said, “OK, I’ll do the essay, Joan, you do the oral part, and Becca, you do the Powerpoint.”

Next Powerpoint presentation: how to become the bossiest person in the group.

Title comes from yet another Nine Inch Nails song, but it’s not available on Napster. And it’s my favorite one! D’oh!