Sunday, July 29, 2012

Meta

Two thing happened this past Shabbos that prompt me to take iPod in hand and blog a bit. The first was that I spied Rabbi Wilshanski (my old Rosh Yeshiva in Morristown) doing something or other on the bima following kriah in 770. At that point memories of all our interactions flowed through my mind and I tried to remember the stories he had told at a melave malka he hosted in his house. Unfortunately I couldn't recall the details of the stories he had told, which disturbed me, because I distinctly remember telling the stories that very night to Yosef Abramov, and many times over later on. I figured that at some point or other I had written the stories down on this here blog, and in fact I did. But more on that later.

The second thing that happened to me this past shabbos was that I ran into Yossi Beenstock as he was escaping my class shul. He was actually running, or at least walking very briskly, and it is actually my class's shul, though I've never been there. Anyway, Yossi commented, as he has done many times in the past, that I hadn't posted a post on this here blog in quite some time. I replied that if he liked he could write up a post himself, and I'd publish it. He asked if he could make its subject the perfidy of eBay, and I told him that he could do whatever he liked.

Needless to say, this post is not his post. Rather, this post is a link to the stories I heard at that melave malka so many years (5767!) ago. Here is that link. It's cute to go back and read old posts, and even cuter to go back and read old comments. Admittedly, the comments on that post were not particularly brilliant, though my Aramaic was pretty good, if I say so myself. Those were the days, eh? When bloggers were real bloggers, commenters were real commenters, and Blogger didn't look like Microsoft Word circa 1993. We boldly split infinitives that had never before been split, were not yet the youths of Churchill, and set our minds a boggling.

And that was that.

12 comments:

Qtap said...

Nice.

e said...

"class shul." snort.

bonne said...

It's kinda cool how this little blogging period will be in the interwebs forever. Something for the grandkids, eh?
ps you owe me a comment.

The Real Shliach said...

Qtap: Yup.

e: What's your problem.

Sara: Yup.
I'll see what I can do.

e said...

class shuls are only for people who grew up in CH.

The Real Shliach said...

Saya who?

e said...

i

The Real Shliach said...

Hardly a source. Why, my own class shul was described to me today as being " You know, where all the kids who didn't grow up in CH and don't have any friends daven"- and that was said by a Chicagoan!

bonne said...

quoth the raven, nevermore

e said...

did shna"z hecht say that?

The Real Shliach said...

Sara: ?

e: Which of the many? But no, it was none of them.

bonne said...

I don't know, it seemed right at the time.