Archive for March, 2007


Do Not Adjust Your Monitor…

No, it’s not your fault. There is currently a glitch in the Question Thursdays system. We are working to hammer it out. In the meantime, though, if you need to get from New York to Dublin, Google has the directions (via

Introducing Question Thursdays

In order to jump-start this blog again (having finished redesigns of both blogs, plus a bit on an as-yet-unclear project) I’m introducing a brand new program, called Question Thursdays (alternate, more clever titles are welcome and encouraged.) Here’s how it works:

  • Thursday arrives in Israel, whatever the time zone you may happen to be in. This generally happens once a week, though there was that time when NBC scheduled two Thursdays in a row, so everyone could fulfill their must-see-TV obligation. They were showing a Very Special Friends episode (The One Where Ross Becomes a Heroin Addict But Gets Better and Phoebe Blows Up Burundi.)
  • For 24 hours, you, my adoring readers send me questions – anything ranging from the idiotic to the inane. Seriously, any question at all (yes, you can ask me where you left the car keys, but I’m telling you for the billionth time, they’re on the counter next to the phone.) Use the email address in the sidebar*, and don’t fret if you feel like sending it earlier in the week.
  • I will choose one or more questions to answer in a manner of my choosing. Please understand that “in a manner of my choosing” could mean “as I were a 15th-century villiage idiot (‘Forsooth, while reading your missive, I didst soil myself in publick.’) or it could mean “while riding Tobias, my pet manatee.” (He’s a magic manatee – much like a normal manatee, only more full of himself.)
  • You read and commend me for knowing so darn much.

That is all. The answers should be up before Shabbat in Israel. Let’s get rolling! And when you’re done rolling, send me questions, you dizzy readers.

*Edit: You can Either post your questions or use that email address. See the 2nd and 3rd comments.

Hebrew Lesson

סבלנות – sav.lan.ut – n. Patience, specifically patience for the speaker from others.

Note: there is no word for patience in the other direction.


I’m trying to figure out if the triumph I felt upon successfully fixing a difficult paper jam in the printers warrants the emotions that came with it. I stood up, and wanted to raise my arms and yell “Ta-da!” It reminded me of this entry from An Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life:

Children get to say ta-da!, and I guess magicians, but other than that, it’s an underutilized expression. I’m trying to think—an adult might say it as she waltzes in with the turkey, or a homemade cake. But a self-congratulatory ta-da! would certainly be warranted for any number of daily accomplishments. I cleaned out the trunk of my car. Ta-da! I finished filling out the insurance application. Ta-da! I made the bed. Ta-da!

I agree. I think we should be allowed and encouraged to exclaim and proclaim our triumphs. Even little ones.