Despite all the buzz about Chrismukkah a few Decembers ago, no one has yet, as far as I know, proposed Eastover or Passter (or would that be Eastach or Pester?). Since I’m no fan of mixing religious holidays, I think that’s a good thing.
Ah, the telltale signs marking the arrival of Passover and Easter.
The matzah and other kosher-for-Passover foods (if matzah counts as food) piled high in the supermarket. The drugstore aisles devoted to pastel-colored candy, egg-dying equipment, stuffed bunnies, baskets and synthetic grass.
I was very sorry to learn of the murder of Juliano Mer-Khamis, 52, an actor who famously described himself as “100 percent Palestinian and 100 percent Jewish.”
Born in Nazareth to a Jewish mother and Arab-Israeli father (making him halachically Jewish), Mer-Khamis, a onetime paratrooper in the Israel Defense Forces, co-created and ran The Freedom Theatre, a company for Palestinian children and youth from the refugee camp of Jenin.
I was a bit nervous interviewing two prominent journalists, but both of them were quite gracious interviewees, and, other than the book’s two Jesus and Pope John Paul II quotes, which, I admit, made me a little squeamish, it is a pretty good Haggadah. I especially like how friendly and down-to-earth it is, how accessible it makes the holiday, and how emphatic it is in stating that it is not trying to “Christianize” Passover.
JTA, my onetime employer (I used to joke that they were going to call it the Jewish Associated Press, but the acronym was too problematic), has a fascinating article today about Alex Oscar, Bulgaria’s Jewish community president.
Oscar, 32, can’t be called to the Torah at any synagogue in his country, because his mother isn’t Jewish.
I’m sorry for not being a more frequent blogger. I know there is a dearth of reading material and information out there on the Internet and that, without my little nuggets of wisdom, my millions (heh heh) of disappointed fans will have no choice but to play Lexulous, watch Glenn Beck, assuming that he has not yet left Fox, or actually get back to work.
I hope you managed to have a nice Purim without me.