Wanderingstu is in a grouchy way, dear reader. Not because of a woman or a class or a frustrated attempt to do this or that or this. Rather, as those who know me most deeply will surely deduce, because i am packing for a trip.
perhaps the worst-ever was packing to come to Israel. This summer I spent weeks in psychic agony, tormenting Troy and Jillian and probably the rest of Brooklyn and lower Manhattan with my rantings, my packings and unpackings my contemplations and my detailed schematic drawings.
In the end, I got to Israel and wished I had more sweaters and more plastic bags and more vitamin tablets. I ended up paying an overage weight on baggage, and could have slipped in an extra 50lbs with my new overage alotment.
But none of that is the issue. The issue is that
JASON AND SARAH GOT ENGAGED IN YELLOWKNIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (sarah's hometown) MAZAL TOV!!
It's just proof that having your photo featured on wanderingstu.com is a guarantee of good fortune, especially in matters of the heart.
I don't look like that anymore, by the way.
But anyhow, Esta is here, and we are leaving tomorrow for a week up north, and I am packed as though we are trekking across Asia Minor to do pilgrimage at the shrine of Turkish False Messiah Shabbtai Tzvi of Smyra.
Uh.... what am i saying?
Right. So one bag has the menorah; one bag has the 58 books I NEED so i can be a good yeshiva boy while i skip class for three weeks; one large bag has lots of clothes so i don't have to be too stinky; one bag has the computer and other mildly fun stuff; one bag has snacks and tea; one bag is a space heater in case esta gets cold; one bag makes you smaller, one bag makes your larger.
Truth-be-Told, I am tired, and tired of this post. So pretend you never read it,
and accept glorious Hanukah-Christmas-JaySarRog Day-New Years wishes from me and mom.
much love
perhaps the worst-ever was packing to come to Israel. This summer I spent weeks in psychic agony, tormenting Troy and Jillian and probably the rest of Brooklyn and lower Manhattan with my rantings, my packings and unpackings my contemplations and my detailed schematic drawings.
In the end, I got to Israel and wished I had more sweaters and more plastic bags and more vitamin tablets. I ended up paying an overage weight on baggage, and could have slipped in an extra 50lbs with my new overage alotment.
But none of that is the issue. The issue is that
JASON AND SARAH GOT ENGAGED IN YELLOWKNIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (sarah's hometown) MAZAL TOV!!
It's just proof that having your photo featured on wanderingstu.com is a guarantee of good fortune, especially in matters of the heart.
I don't look like that anymore, by the way.
But anyhow, Esta is here, and we are leaving tomorrow for a week up north, and I am packed as though we are trekking across Asia Minor to do pilgrimage at the shrine of Turkish False Messiah Shabbtai Tzvi of Smyra.
Uh.... what am i saying?
Right. So one bag has the menorah; one bag has the 58 books I NEED so i can be a good yeshiva boy while i skip class for three weeks; one large bag has lots of clothes so i don't have to be too stinky; one bag has the computer and other mildly fun stuff; one bag has snacks and tea; one bag is a space heater in case esta gets cold; one bag makes you smaller, one bag makes your larger.
Truth-be-Told, I am tired, and tired of this post. So pretend you never read it,
and accept glorious Hanukah-Christmas-JaySarRog Day-New Years wishes from me and mom.
much love
8 comments:
i am jealous of mommy that she gets to spend time with my big bro and i am jealous of stuart that he is with mommy!
for the record, you also left much agony and stuff in atlanta in my tiny apartment when packing for israel.
happy chanukkah and happy travels!
Good point about stuff in your place, val-- that's when i spent all that time at the UPS store with mom-- did i send that stuff back to new york? (my memory is jell-O)
we miss you
great post, the first one I could understand in awhile...
you should go the Werner Herzog route and just carry a tooth brush in your pocket...
stop worrying about possessions. i mean, think about all of your stuff that is getting drenched in my leaky garage by four weeks of non-stop torrential rains. does it really matter? are you ever going to come back for it? nah!
have fun up north!
Good morning Stuart and Esta...Are you guys hiking through the mountains to get to your destination or renting an hasidic alamo car to get around in your travels????? Alamo cars specialize in only kosher cars..no pork fillers or excipients....Wishing you both a very Happy and Healthy New Year..Burt and Marion
nice to see you for a split second at the joy of raz and leah's baby naming this morn... do drop a line... The books are the thing to drop- take two and leav e the rest... oh yeah, there's a nice russian beer in your fridge for you...:) shauly
We miss you, Shimshon, so I thought I'd make you feel at home by CORRECTING you!! It's not Smyra, rather it's Smyrna, the modern name of the historic Izmir (as in "oy vey iz mir!". Smyra is a town in Delaware.
Also, be careful how your arrange your adjectives - Shabbetai Tzvi (Yimach Shmo) was not a Turkish False Messiah, he was a Jewish False Messiah (because you must admit that an adjective of national origin should modify the closest noun, in this case, False Messiah (False as an adjective adheres to Messiah to create a single, new functional noun).
Now do ya miss me and the Beis, Shimshie baby?
See you soon, G-d willing!
Man, your blog is comin' alive.
Diggin' it.
hi stu,
i emailed you a while back, but i dont' know if you recieved my cry from the hills. write to me would ya? love to reconnect or reinvent or whatever we did before. much love to you.....cat
cattalley2000@hotmail.com or
nabakov5@yahoo.com or
ct3605@appstate.edu or
islandsinthestream@gmail.com
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