Monday chuckles
August 12, 2019
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Sunday musical offering
August 11, 2019
ה׳ רועי לאחסר
Hashem ro’I lo echsar
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
בנאות דשא ירביצני
Binot deshe yarbitzeini
He makes me lie down in green pastures
על מי מנוחות ינהלני נפשי ישובב
Al mei m’nuchot y’nahaleini, nafshi yeshovev
He leads me beside still waters, He restores my soul
ינחני במעגלי צדק למען שמו
Yancheini b’mag’lei tzedek, lema’an sh’mo
He guides me on straight paths for His name’s sake
גם כי אלך בגיא צלמות
Gam ki elech b’gei tzalmavet
Even though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death
לא אירא רע כי אתה עמדי
Lo ira ra ki ata imadi
I will fear no evil, for You are with me
שבתך ומשענתך המה ינחמוני
Shivtecha u’mishantecha heimah y’nachamuni
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me
ושבתי בבית ה׳ לאורך ימים
V’shavti b’veit Hashem, l’orech yamim
I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever
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Caturday classic: Reigning Cat and Dog
August 10, 2019
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Happy National Book Lovers Day
August 9, 2019
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Friday happy dance
August 9, 2019
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Happy birthday, Sara
August 8, 2019In honor of the birthday of American poet Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), here is a choral setting by Latvian composer Ēriks Ešenvalds of her poem “Only in Sleep.”
Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
Only in sleep Time is forgotten—
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll house stood at the turn of the stair.
The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild—
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
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Wednesday weirdness: Another genetic experiment gone awry
August 7, 2019
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