
What a month in suburban Maryland...
We got skeery at "Friday the 13th Shabbat", with plush bats, graveyard pies, guests from super-frightening Baltimore, fake snakes, and one hell of a scary story reading by me: "One Foot Underwater" from Joey Comeau's It's Too Late Too Say I'm Sorry.
We got our share on and some hot publicity when Dan "Mobius" of Jewschool was among the beautiful souls and cunning linguists who came out for the Rosh Chodesh Poetry Open Mic and Klezmer Jam. Check out his write-up here. Many thanks go out to Anna, our aMAZing friend who organized and MC'ed -- and who made aliyah literally two days ago and is learning medicine and how to save the world in Be'er Sheva *as we speak!*
We got totally popular with the temporary addition to the house of Subletter Elad, who is charming and quite possibly the most popular Moishenik in Silver Spring! He's helped whole-heartedly with all our events and I just wanted to make sure he got the public acclaim he deserves. He's subletting from Rachael while she's off farming New England....again.
We got emo and tragic for Tisha-B'av, and learned that (just like in high school) it still doesn't make people like you. Nobody wanted to see a movie about two orphans trying to desperately survive in post-nuclear Hiroshima, Japan! Am I just a weirdo? Was I the only one pulling for Harry Potter to get killed all through the last book? There were some great community members who came to eat the pre-fast meal with us, however, and I learned that some people have a custom of eating a hard-boild egg dipped in ashes before the fast. Mmm... charcoal.
Mmm..... spicy chocolate.... Aztec truffles were just one of the delicacies whipped up by honorary MHSS-Moishenik Julie! "the exclamation point is part of my name" Z. as food for the Shabbat of Luv Dinner, timed to fall out a few days before Jewish Valentine's Day on the 15th of Av. I was up in Boston at the time of this event but based on the leftovers I'd say it was awesome.
August is here and I'm stoked. I'll be away for a week at the National Havurah Committee's Summer Institute but by the end of the month our long-sundered house will be united as planned since the beginning. And then who knows what we'll do! (I vote for trips to the beach).
Much love,
Silver Spring Alan (that's me there... except for the hair)