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Every time you eat a doughnut, the hole flies up to heaven. Eventually, they'll be used in the construction of the Third Temple, the holiest place on Earth. --pet theory of Yours Truly, from 1991. |
Sunday, October 8, 2000 602P, etc. I don't believe this. I'm listening to a debate between senatorial candidates Hillary Clinton and Rick Lazio, and the moderator has just asked Clinton if she'd support bill 602P, which would attach a five-cent tax to each e-mail sent out. One of the most famous urban legends in the book, and... oh, yeesh. Lazio's just decried it as another example of the government going too far. Clinton, for her part, said that, based on the description, she'd be against it... (later) Oh, good. They've picked up on this in the post-debate analysis on WNYC.
Not much time, otherwise. My brother's gonna be picking me up soon for transportation to his place, where I'll be spending Yom Kippur. Really briefly, then, getting some sleep helped. The Marshall application essays are finished; I've just gotta pick up a letter of recommendation, get six passport-sized photos taken, and go in to sign all the forms, and Round One is done. (This'll be followed by several more rounds for other applications, but they should get at least somewhat easier as they go along, now that the groundwork's been laid.) I did kinda lose track of how early sundown's been getting, so when I left college I noticed that the sky was further along than I'd expected, checked the calendar, and discovered that I had about fifteen minutes to make a twenty-minute walk home, at which point I started running... but I did make it with three minutes to spare, so all's well that ends well. Even if I didn't have a chance to make any food; I keep a box of matzoh around for such emergencies. So once I recovered from the sprint, 'twas okay. And I'll be trying to paint a picture of my brother after Yom Kippur is over. Wish me luck.
Oh, as an aside, it amuses me to realize that the way search engines work, it's almost inevitable that somebody will search for the lyrics to "Bohemian Rhapsody," will find my last entry, and won't notice that I got some of the words wrong. Serves him right for ignoring the surrounding material.
Anyway. Here's to a meaningful Yom Kippur. Not likely in my case, given my overall state of mind, but that shouldn't stop anybody else. Gemar Chasima Tova.
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