The day's day

Tomorrow is Parshas Lech Lecha. The day when we, as Jews, can finally get over this whole flood thing and concentrate on moving to the land G-d will show us. I know you're as excited as I am about this one. Seriously, Bereishis and Noach are pretty weird. They just don't seem to fit into the whole narrative thing. And Noah. What a poor, misunderstood guy. All right, so he was a bit of a weirdo too. I mean, after spending a year cooped up in an ark, would you go and plant a vineyard first thing? And then get drunk? You know what his problem was? He didn't invite anyone over to come and Farbreng with him. How did he expect his kids to become Chassidim if he was saying Lchaim himself? Naturally, things turned out badly for him.
But as I was saying, Lech Lecha is all right by me. It's funny, because most people think about wrapping up their life by the time they're 75. But not Abraham. He was just starting. And he did a pretty good job of it too. I mean, how many other people do you know who are responsible for several major religions and consequently most of the bloodshed this world has seen?

In other news, I was once again in Crown Heights for Shabbos. 770 was full. Not as full as last week, but still pretty full. Now, you all know me, I'm as tolerant as they come, but still, it's getting a little ridiculous here. Why are there so many people, and why do they insist on singing so much? I much prefer a calm and collected environment, where taking a deep breath is a possibility, and speaking Hebrew is not a requirement.

Yup. That sounds about right.