And still we watch.
Well, not me, of course, or you, for that matter, but the collective "we," meaning those of us who do watch, the umm, hoi polloi.
Yeah.
Those people.
Watch.
Is there a bit of tension involved in wanting to read this because Dana Stevens is hottt?
Brad Pitt is very attractive, but he is not in the same league as Angelina Jolie. (Not responsive to any issue raised by your post, but it needed to be noted.)
Smart money is on hamentaschen.
I find your argument unpersuasive.
I once had a very sketchy sketch of an argument for the superiority of latkes to hamentaschen, that, if fleshed out, would have been suitable for presentation at a Latke-Hamentaschen symposium. I mostly remember now that I intended on analogizing latkes to the sun in Plato's cave, possibly on the basis of their being (ideally) circular.
analogizing latkes to the sun in Plato's cave, possibly on the basis of their being (ideally) circular.
The Deeper Meaning of Hamentaschen
"Among the most distinctive features of the Purim festivities are the special pastries known in Hebrew as 'oznei Haman,' literally 'ears of Haman.' We may ask why particularly this body part was chosen -- the triangular shape of these cakes could just as easily correspond to Haman's nose."
Is there a bit of tension involved in wanting to read this because Dana Stevens is hottt?
Dana Stevens is hot in part because we like to read her. Does that help?
Which hand do you use to pick up the lulav? Should the etrog point up or down? In what order should the lulav be shaken? Which way should you face?
12: I think that solves it completely. Damn.
he is not in the same league as Angelina Jolie
Seriously, though, who is? Maybe Sophia Loren in her prime?
Nobody is. I like this from the fametracker piece.
Angelina Jolie is not sexy, exactly; she's more like what an alien race might concoct from scratch, based on some half-garbled idea of earthly sexiness. But, being an alien race, and not really understanding the usual limitations of humanity, they go a little overboard: the lips, the curves, the smoldering glance. Like, nice try, alien race, but let's get real.
Conventionally attractive, yes. But hotness verging on alien transcendence? Seriously?
I realize it doesn't form as pleasing a shape as hamentaschen or latkes, but I love potato kugel.
Not noodle, mind you. Potato. Noodle kugel makes me sad, in it's non-potatoness.
And it's funny, I liked the way Angelina was portrayed in Foxfire, which was the first thing I saw her in. It was almost like she was sexy in a male way, given this beautiful stranger appeal as the drifter who comes into town, you just see her boots first.
Gotta be kugel 'cause kasha don't shake like that.
I liked the way she was portrayed in Gia, personally. And also in everything else.
the way she was portrayed in Gia
To wit, naked.
Ben, that sounds like something a hasidic rapper would say.
To wit, naked.
Naked and clinging to a fence, right?
Oh, waiter—
(88)
Q: What should I do if a bird falls into a pot of hot milk and dies?
A: It is forbidden to eat from the pot because the taste of the bird is absorbed by the milk …What, the dead bird wouldn't discourage you? You have to ask?
SB, they mean the pot itself, not whatever's cooking in it at the time.
This I did not know:
Food cooked by a non-Jew (bishul akum) is forbidden.
Is that a bad thing?
… asks the inventor of boulfson, the only liquor distilled from pickled finches.
Ogged, given the rest of the note – "Even just the taste of the limb of a live animal is forbidden to Jews and non-Jews alike; therefore, you may not even give the milk to a non-Jew" – it seems ambiguous at best.
Standpipe Quicktake, given the rest of the rest -- "The pot must be kashered." -- it's not so ambiguous.
"How can I kasher a non-kosher dishwasher?"
That is a beautiful sentence.
Seriously, how is it that I am the one suspected of commenting drunk around here?
I'm drunk right now. Started with a La Crema Pinot Noir and now am well into a Peter Lehmann Cabernet.
Moses supposes his knishes are kosher.
Is that particular supposition by Moses erroneous?
His odds have to be better on the knishes than on the toeses.
Show us your tits!
Okay, but only one. I'm not a whore.
Hold on, is that a top-secret Mormon undergarment?
Ok, I'm dying here. Did you just take that?
So, Standpipe, I'm curious: are you now or have you ever been affiliated with the U of Chicago? I ask because of your reference to hamentaschen.
Standpipe Bridgeplate is Richard Posner. Or Martha Nussbaum.
Milton Friedman. Or Katherine Graham's ghost.
I am, in fact, a clever ruse that ogged devised to keep people from pondering too deeply his own secret identity.
I am Standpipicus.
Standpipe is dead! Long live Standpipe!
Hey, how drunk are you apostropher? Show us your wife's tits!
Standpipe is dead! Long live Standpipe!
Shit! We need a new violist.
I predict that photo will make you famous, Apos.
The ante has been upped, profgrrrrl.
Ogged,
I have a clever plan for you:
1. Photoshop the head from that "sweet mullet yo" photo of apostropher from back in the day onto the new "apostropher's right tit" picture.
2. Start a new "Tits and Mullets" website (you can even use the same format as for the Heidegger reading group).
3. Profit!
"Tits and Mullets"? Are you all mad? Tits, yes, mullets, never! That innocent children might stumble across a website featuring mullets is too horrifying to bear thinking of...
But DE, this was no ordinary mullet.
Good heavens. That's certainly a mullet, all right.
Behold the Gorgonstropher! A latter-day medusa, none could look upon him and not turn to hair.
That is indeed quite the mullet. I had one as well. Hair to my shoulderblades, with a flattop on top.
In my defense, it was South Dakota in 1989, and I was listening to a lot of Iron Maiden.
The mullet with a tie is a relatively unexplored combo.
Re: 60: That's impressive. And frightening. I reiterate my objections to letting small children come into contact with such things. Even this version. It can only lead to debauchery and sedition and Barry Manilow songs. And that way leads to ruin.
Iron Maiden leads to mullets. Mullets lead to Barry Manilow. Barry Manilow leads to suffering...
Oh Mullet
You just grew and you gave without taking
But I cut you away
Oh Mullet...
I grew the hair that made the whole world laugh.
I grew the hair that clogged the drain in the bath.
I grew the hair that made the crew here gasp.
I grew the hair, I grew the hair.
Yet another way to leave your lover:
Show your mullet photos to her, apostropher.
