So I have one of those StatCounter thingos connected to this blog, and to its older blogspot incarnation (btw, anybody know how to make that URL automagically forward to here? I’ve left a link on that page but I’d love to make you have to come to the new site. Is there a way that is both easy and free?) The stat thing can tell me what people have typed into a search engine that wound up leading them to my site (though I don’t know the identity of the person who did it–never fear). Today, I checked, as I do every few months, and found a long list of things, some of them very strange, some just mildly amusing. A few highlights:
2 3.77% elvis shabbos goy
2 3.77% essay on suffering
1 1.89% messianic moshav
1 1.89% i respect elders having said that
1 1.89% messianic clothes
1 1.89% girls brous is off girls underwear off
1 1.89% the demons of drink
1 1.89% diy playground
1 1.89% i v vi iii
1 1.89% why do jews have low trust levels
1 1.89% b‘hatzlachah
1 1.89% how do you pronounce couscous
1 1.89% messianic anglicans
1 1.89% religous poems for july the 4th
The subtitle of the blog seems to get me a lot of people looking for that End of Days. I’ll have to check with my Episcopalian friends about the difference between Messianic Anglicans and, you know, the regular… Chrisitian.. ones.
When you hear the phrase “Jewish feminist” or “Jewish feminism,” what do you think of? What kind of activism does it evoke? How much does it evoke work for change inside the Jewish community vs. work in the big world? What kind of people does it make you think of?
I’m working on an essay on Jewish feminism and activism, and I’m, you know, just curious.
So it’s looking like I might do a little East Coast mini-tour this fall, speaking at various universities (mostly) and other institutions (maybe), on Judaism, feminism, Gen X spiritual politics, the way a person’s life becomes a varigated mess when s/he hops on the enlightenment train, and a few other things.
If you’re connected to a college or university and want to inquire about bringing me in to do my thing, please drop me a line by clicking “Contact,” above.
I’m still here, around, somewhere, in These United States for the moment. Have been in the Minimal Internet Zone–last week it was a question of getting my laptop somewhere where someone hadn’t secured their wi-f a couple of times to answer a handful of emails. I’m not living La Vida Technologia, that’s for sure.
Anyway, I’m back in a slightly more benevolent zone (though, perhaps good for my getting work done, the wifi here seems to be kind of selective). Hopefully more to come, and even some news, in the near future.
Big public congratulatory love to my boy Micah over at St. Jerome’s Library, who was ordained Deacon this weekend. He is now The Rev. Dn. Micah. And in six months, he’ll get ordained again, as priest. Those Episcopalians put their clergy through the tilt-a-whirl, no?
He’s the bareheaded guy. I can’t wait until he gets to be the kind of Big Fancy Anglican who gets a hat.
*Yeah, I think it’s pretty funny that the conservative song list is mostly populated by artists whose mission was/is to overthrow the conservative reigning powers. Dylan?? The Sex Pistols???
Well, Shavuot was lovely. Sorry I didn’t get to post anything drashy before I went into No Computer mode, but oh well. I hope those of you who do that whole “Judaism” thing got your fill of Divine yumminess this weekend. (For those of you just tuning in, Shavuot is the holiday about recieving the Torah, and it’s generally marked by staying up all night, studying… Torah.)
My Shavuot started out at a potluck, which was lovely and yummy. There were a few shiurim (classes, talks, lessons, whatever) there, most notably a really striking, gorgeous one by a rab student at a different seminary on the love of the Divine. I’ve included a piece from the Zohar (Vol 2/Shemot page 60a) that she taught, because it’s simply an amazing text. That’s below.
After potlucking it, I went to the Progressive Orthodox Yeshiva to hear the Postmodern Literary Torah Commentator do her thing. It was OK. That was the third time I’ve seen her, the second on Shavuot, and it seemed like the exact same lecture she gave 6 years ago. But maybe that’s not true–the thing with her stuff is that it can be very moving and engaging at the time, but I can never remember what she’s said afterwards. So who knows.
Then there was an asskickingly good shuir comparing the texts of David/Batsheva and Yehuda/Tamar called something like “The Charismatic Rabbi: Uses and Abuses of Power.” It was great from the Torah learning standpoint and she drove home the way that these texts illustrate some of the problems in our community now in a way that was powerful and effective, not contrived at all.
Anyway, suddenly after all that it was 3am. I was debating trying to stay up all night and walk to the Kotel (Western Wall) at 5am with the rest of the known Jerusalemite universe–the egal folk had a section all staked out to the side, even–but as regular readers of this blog know, sleep deprivation is not my friend. Given the fact that I have finals this week and a massive output of paper-writing still to do, and then immediately will have to get ready to travel again, and given that I had started to have that incredibly grumpy feeling that happens when I get peopled out, I decided that there was no reason to try to be macho about it and pay for it with my health later. So, suddenly exhausted, I left in the 3/3:30am zone, muttering “stupid Kabbalistic minhag”, went home and crashed. I’m sorry to have missed the Kotel thing in an abstract way, like one year I would like to go, but I’m not sorry in the concrete way, like given how rotten I felt the rest of the weekend, it was clear that I had hit my limit already.
Anyway. It’s a new week, and I have a new round of papers! to write! How fun!
In the meantime, here’s some Zohar for your entertainment, courtesy of Helen:
Said R. Simeon: ‘When the Israelites stood at the Red Sea and sang, the Holy One, blessed be He, revealed Himself to them with all His hosts and chariots, in order that they should know their King who had wrought all those signs and mighty works for them, and that each one of them should perceive of the Divine more than was vouchsafed to any prophet.
Should anyone say that they did not know and did not cleave to the Supernal Wisdom, this song that they sang in perfect unison is a proof to the contrary; for how could they, without the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, have all sung together as if through one mouth?
Yea, even the embryos in their mothers’ wombs sang it in unison and beheld things that the prophet Ezekiel could not see.
They all beheld the Divine glory eye to eye, and when their singing was ended their souls were so filled with joy and ecstasy that they refused to continue on their journey, desiring yet more perfect revelations of that glorious mystery. (Zohar Vol 2/Shemot Beshalach 60a)
