I had a really great post all planned out and then my mashpia calls me up and asks me what was up with last night's post. See, on Yud Shevat I made a hachlata to not write anything shmutzik on this here blog for two weeks, and last night's post didn't qualify. I asked him if, seeing as I broke it once, I could break it again. He said no. So here I am, with a great post all ready, and I can't post it. I hope you appreciate the iskafia I'm having here folks.
Fine. Plan B. I'll write about life. As Marvin would say, "Don't talk to me about life." I remember back in the good 'ol days when I was a mite of a bochur in YOEC how I used to crash the shiur gimmel farbrengens, and even on occasion the smicha farbrengens. I never got why the smicha guys didn't quite appreciate my attending their shows. Sure, I got it intellectually. They were older and smarter than me, and they wanted to be able to do their own thing. Still, I didn't get it totally, and the proof is that I still crashed some of their farbies. Most of them were too nice to say anything, but some of them weren't quite so, how shall I say it, polite, and told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't particularly welcome. I usually left at this point.
I bring this up because tonight the smicha bochurim had a farbrengen, and several tomchei bochurim decided to come and join us. It's not like they didn't have their own farbrengen to attend, but I suppose the allure of us older people was too much for them to handle. And you know what the funny thing is? I've become that not-so polite guy who tells them to scram! I remember how I felt as a bochur, and yet it's so annoying to have to be m'tzamtzem my dibbur to accommodate these kids. Uch.
I suppose that's life. You do something for a while and then you get mature and realize that it's not for you, or at least you realize why it's wrong. I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to put my new-found maturity on the line in this particular circumstance, but I hope that I get it now, that I recognize (in a way that the brain is in charge) that sometimes, even though you want to be there, even though it's good to be there, I still don't need to be there. As the Alter Rebbe told R' Levi Yitzchak of Berditchev, not every market do you have to attend.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
V'shamru
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Shame on you. Be kind. You dont have to be THE one to kick thems out.
You can always delete the inappropriate post, or simply save it as a draft. All the comments will be saved, as well, if you draft it.
That post wasn't shmutzik at all. I don't see what your mashpia had a problem with. This is what comes of studying pharasaic literature all day and night.
Let's see.
I was always the brat trying to hang around the teachers, but they never kicked me out.
Hah.
MB'M- "This is what comes of studying pharasaic literature all day and night."
Do you mean that his post was derived from gemara or that his mashpia's position came from learning gemara day and night.
TRS- this was a really nice post, especially for coming up with it last second.
You know I think I never really understood the practical lesson from "not every market do you have to attend" until this post.
Cee: im ain ish...
Chanie: It was never actually posted, and I might still post it later on.
Modeh: I presume sarcasm.
LE7: teachers are paid to deal with brats. Smicha bochurim aren't.
Dovid: thanks. I'm glad you like it.
Well, maybe you should start demanding salary.
That's an idea. Of course, the yeshiva doesn't have any money, so it might not fly.
And here I was wondering how come I got 103.5 °F fever (with no other symptoms — very strange). Obviously to prevent me from participating in the comments of that post. As Russians say, “How can you not believe in G-d after this?”
What does G-d have to do with anything?
Feel better!
A"R to Berditcher — was that regarding Yigdal?
No. R' Levi asked the AR why he hadn't included the v'shamru that's said before the amidah in maariv on shabbos in his nusach. He exclaimed, "If you only knew the great tumult of the malachim in the marketplace in shamayim when it's said by the yidden!" The AR answered, "not by every marketplace do I have to show up."
I thought that was regarding Yigdal.
Also, I thought originally this would be about misnagdim making a tumult about Lubavitchers not waiting for them to say v’shamru.
This is the way I heard it.
Your mashpia tells you off for that post and you quote h2g2?
What's h2g2?
and the penguins cycle continues...cute.
What's that supposed to mean?
what comes around, goes around and vice versa
If someone was to take a scientific survey of all my comments I think they'd discover my most common one to be something along the lines of "say what?" or, "Please, explain yourself."
Is this a hint? Goodness gracious. Let me elaborate: As a young penguin you faced rejection from the big birds(aka Smicha Bochurim), now you're the one giving penguins the boot.
TRS: Yes it was sarcastic. I am not a tz'doki.
Dovid: Both.
h2g2 is what gave birth to Marvin. It also made me frum.
any ideas how to control crazy teenagers.
Sara: wise you are.
CA: how did it make you frum?
Fakewood: with a gun.
It made me radically atheist. Then, when I rediscovered the Cult, the pendulum swung all the way back. Had I not been atheist, I wouldn’t be frum. MO at most.
I just laughed a lot and had my mind expand a bit.
Grey Goose?
No, it's Benedictine for me.
O_O
(or something...)
nu.
I think the whole thing was about the cross, though.
Something like that.
your mashpia reads your blog?!?
I have a good mashpia, no?
A better question is whether he comments.
sometimes he does.
As Anonymous?
Not as far as I know.
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