Thursday, December 07, 2006

 

Partners in Kindness

is amazing.

Monday, November 20, 2006

 

My favourite poem

At work, round two corners from my office, there is an old Poems on the Underground poster with this poem printed in a brilliant bumpy font. It makes me smile every time I walk past.

Don't Call Alligator Long-Mouth till You crossed River

Call alligator long-mouth
call alligator saw-mouth
call alligator pushy-mouth
call alligator raggedy-mouth
call alligator bumby-bum
call alligator all dem rude word

but better wait
till you cross river.

By John Agard (b . 1949)

Sunday, March 27, 2005

 

In which Rashi's daughter...

...decided that blogging was just too much of a bitul zman.

Lehitraot.

Sunday, October 31, 2004

 

Location, location, location...

I know that we're a wandering tribe, but sometimes things get out of hand. 7 mailing addresses and three cities later, I realise that the only constants in my address over the past two years have been my mobile phone number and my yahoo account. We twenty-somethings have long since been priced out of the housing market - no danger there of being tied to a particular piece of real estate. The crunch came this Shabbos though, when I moved across to the RIGHT HAND SIDE OF THE SEATING AREA for the first time EVER (gasp!) and saw my makom kavua disappear in front of my very eyes. Just like that.

Now, don't get me wrong. I feel as little tied to a particular plastic chair in shul than I feel likely to 'settle down' geographically during the near future: Postmodern Diasporic Girl mocks spatio-centricism, preferring to emulate the Lekh-Lekha mentality of her forebears. Only with wireless networking, of course. With a powerbook and a cup of coffee, one can be at home at the flick of a switch.

Nevertheless, as a kind of spatial insurance policy, I'm staking out my corner of the blogosphere.

A place to call my makom kavua.

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