Tuesday, February 11, 2003
I blog again. I think that pretty much the only time I blog now is when I am in French. As I am now. Of course, I only blog after I have finished my work. Otherwise, that would be irresponsible.
So, New York was OK, the Bat Mitzvah was OK. I can't get over these reform services, though. They had a lady playing the organ, and that was bad enough, but then the rabbi broke out his guitar, and my mind was lost. He played the guitar during the silent meditation prayer, which completely ruined any chance I might have had to meditate in a serious manner. It was horrid.
The cantor.. now, she was a prize. She was very tall and very thin and she had very short hair. She looked something like a cross between a man and an affronted heron (to borrow from Douglas Adams). She sang. Oh yes, did she ever sing. I could sing better than this woman. She warbled the low notes, cracked the high ones, and quavered the whole way through. She also had no tone. While she was singing, she would waggle her shoulders around in what I assume was an attempt to show the congregation how much she was pouring her heart out into this music. It looked like she was convulsing. I was sitting with my cousins, and we were giggling madly. It was pretty unfortunate, because we were sitting near to the front, so she glared at us a number of times. Even under her daunting stare, we were quite unable to control our mirth.
The ride there wasn't too bad, even with the hoardes of snow. Once we got onto the highway it was fine, and Massachusetts was the only place with a foot on the ground anyways. We got to take the new I-90 extension! I was excited. It was much faster, since we didn't have to go through Boston at all to get to the Pike and whatnot. Good times.
The hotel was OK, no elevator nightmare like in NYC. I don't think there were any elevators at this hotel, or if there were, they were service elevators. The whole place was all spread out, but it was only 2 stories high. Bizarreness.
The party was OK, nothing wonderous and nothing heinous. There was a lot of singing.
So, that was New York.
Last night I was watching the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, which is a pretty big deal. It's what the incredible movie Best in Show was based on. I saw four groups... the Terriers, the Toys, the Non-Sporting, and something else that I now forget. A Newfoundland won the something-else, a Peke won the Toys, a standard Poodle won the Non-Sporting (of course, it's always the damn poodles), and a Kerry Blue won the Terriers. I'll try to watch the rest of it tonight, if time allows.
I really wanted the Italian Greyhound and the Skipperkee (sp?) to win in their groups (toys and non-sporting, respectively). They both came in 4th. Alas. The announcers kept on saying that the dog in the book Eloise was a Skipperkee, but I was skeptical. So I dug out the book. Her dog was a Pug named Weenie. She had a turtle named Skipperdee though, so I think that was what they were thinking of.
I like dog shows. They don't televise cat shows, not that I know of. I don't think they are very good to watch on TV. Very fun to attend in person, but just not thrilling TV.
Wow, this teacher-who-is-in-the-room-with-me-but-shall-remain-unnamed is a real *female dog*. This I do believe.
Must get homeroom numbers. Evil people who don't come to meetings. I shall make them run as levrets before the weasel.
Class is nearly at an end. Thus, I end.