This is me, holding a big cracker during Passover. In Israel. By the highway. In 1999. Picture by Tommy Meade. "Boy oh boy has a lot changed since then..."
Meticulous fans of wanderingstu.com will notice that only 40% of the comments on the previous post are from people that I even know. Fastidious fans of wanderingstu.com will detect a familiar tone of mild (?) embitteredness in the previous comment.
All of you now know that my return to Israel has been accompanied with an olde-fashioned shitty mood and sense of utter confusion.
Cool.
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couple of hours later--- at 10:30, I was set to go to sleep.
Now, 12:35, I can't. Had to get out of bed and come to the Beit Midrash (the Study Hall) to catch a better wireless signal so i could upload the photo for this post.
The Yeshiva feels dead-- about 40% of the guys are around during this break, but the place feels totally isolated. The dining room has been locked for Pesach, so there is no access to food anywhere, and I am kinda hungry. For the record, I am the oldest single guy at the Yeshiva, by at least 3 years. The youngest married guy here is about 22. I don't know if this is redundant, or bitchy or what, but I have said the following to a few people in the past and was surprised that they were surprised to hear it. So something you might not know about me (although it has been true since about 1984): I hate being single. No. Scratch that. Let's use my real voice: I fucking hate being single.
New survey: How many of you would consult a rabbi who cusses???
Meticulous fans of wanderingstu.com will notice that only 40% of the comments on the previous post are from people that I even know. Fastidious fans of wanderingstu.com will detect a familiar tone of mild (?) embitteredness in the previous comment.
All of you now know that my return to Israel has been accompanied with an olde-fashioned shitty mood and sense of utter confusion.
Cool.
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couple of hours later--- at 10:30, I was set to go to sleep.
Now, 12:35, I can't. Had to get out of bed and come to the Beit Midrash (the Study Hall) to catch a better wireless signal so i could upload the photo for this post.
The Yeshiva feels dead-- about 40% of the guys are around during this break, but the place feels totally isolated. The dining room has been locked for Pesach, so there is no access to food anywhere, and I am kinda hungry. For the record, I am the oldest single guy at the Yeshiva, by at least 3 years. The youngest married guy here is about 22. I don't know if this is redundant, or bitchy or what, but I have said the following to a few people in the past and was surprised that they were surprised to hear it. So something you might not know about me (although it has been true since about 1984): I hate being single. No. Scratch that. Let's use my real voice: I fucking hate being single.
New survey: How many of you would consult a rabbi who cusses???
8 comments:
You're bating me with you survey question.
If a member of the cleargy can't curse, has never smoked, drank or tried drugs or had premarital sex, they can't give you advice worth a shit. If a man hasn't lived as a man, who is he to give a man advice on how to live.
That's one of the things that I always laughed at my Catholic friends who had to go to marriage classes taught by priests.
Just one dirtbag's opinion of course.
Stay safe bro.
as long as the rabbi is not cursing at me!
honestly, i'm responding for two reasons.....1) i couldn't give the thought that a comment required in the previous note 2)i would trust you more because you cussed. if you stopped cussing because you got all religious, then i would wonder what else about our loveing firey wanderingstu had changed. 3)bring on the cursing, we know you are ranting about wanting a woman, we're your friends(not that i know anyone else who reads this but val), but, i have recently heard that people in the more religious community see different levels of expectations and appropriateness as it relates to appropriate marriage and baby having time frames.
enjoy my rant, i've been tight lipped at my redneck school all day.
........it's time for you to make music princess....
I think Chuck is absolutely right. If a man, or one who would otherwise be a man, has not lived as a man, that is a man as possibly differing from the former, then he will necessarily lack the experience and information required in order to advise a man who would strive or has striven, and thus finds himself conflicted, to be a man, by which I, of course, mean the latter - a real man, and not the former - a sissy boy. - Erik Mann
Oh man..
Is Erik Mann related to the German author Thomas Garcia?
Anyway, neither you nor Chuck has to worry about my worldliness. There's a great line in the early Mel Gibson flick Galipoli. A troop of South African soldiers (or were they Aussie?) fighting in the Middle East is gathered before the Great Pyramid, about to go on leave in Cairo for a few days. Before they can go, they must receive an STD briefing from the Doctor. The troop commander introduces the doc:
Please listen to Dr. So-an-So. He's seen it all, had it all and cured it all.
Ya know?
"Is Erik Mann related to the German author Thomas Garcia?"
I doubt it...but, then, I've always been something of a doubting Thomas.
I agree with the above. Stumbled upon your blog, and have to say that I don't know if I would want a rabbi who couldn't relate at all to the world that formed me, who was always perfect and never even said a curse word. Being single sucks, and it justifies the use of inflammatory language. Hope you don't need to curse (at least about that topic) for much longer.
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