Controversy

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I will be very glad when the controversy with the UGA cheerleading coach, Marilou Braswell, and the cheerleader, Jaclyn Steele (who is blamed for Braswell’s removal as coach) dies down. I stand by what I wrote in a previous entry, but at the same time, I’m tired of seeing so many hits for it in my statistics. I don’t know why, but it bothers me. I feel as if there are strangers coming here — strangers who know nothing about my circumstances — just to gape at my opinion about one single event in the news and judge me for my opinion on that one thing. I refuse to delete the entry, because, as I said, I stand by it. And it feels cowardly.

Move along folks. Nothing to see here.


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Yom Kippur

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We have a half-day tomorrow because Yom Kippur will begin at sundown. This time of year is known as the High Holy Days. When we’re in elementary school, and we’re learning all about the holidays of different cultures, we’re taught that Hanukkah is extremely important to Jews in the way that Christmas is important to Christians. We learn about the Festival of Lights, the miracle of the oil that lasted for 8 days instead of one. We didn’t learn about Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is probably the most important Jewish holiday. Hanukkah has become, in the eyes of many non-Jews, some type of Jewish version of Christmas. Maybe we feel badly about all that Christmas spirit floating around. We don’t want anyone to feel left out, so we point out Hanukkah, and we say, “look, they have this holiday just like it… sort of… well, not really, but there are presents involved.” Ever notice, though, that Jews do not observe Hanukkah by taking days off work or school? I did, but I didn’t think about it. I do have a winter break in December, but it doesn’t coincide with Hanukkah. It coincides with the same winter break every school takes — let’s just admit it — to give families the opportunity to celebrate Christmas.

If you have Jewish friends, however, you will notice they do take off work or school for the High Holy Days: Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Even Jews who normally don’t observe any other Jewish customs will observe Yom Kippur, even if it is only refraining from work and going to synagogue.

From the Bible or Torah:

Leviticus 23:26

And the Lord spoke to Moses, saying: “Also the tenth day of this seventh month shall be the Day of Atonement. It shall be a holy convocation for you; you shall afflict your souls, and offer an offering made by fire to the Lord. And you shall do no work on that same day, for it is the Day of Atonement, to make atonement for you before the Lord your God. For any person who is not afflicted in soul on that same day shall be cut off from his people. And any person who does any work on that same day, that person I will destroy from among his people. You shall do no manner of work; it shall be a statute forever throughout your generations in all your dwellings. It shall be to you a sabbath of solemn rest, and you shall afflict your souls; on the ninth day of the month at evening, from evening to evening, you shall celebrate your sabbath.”

This is the beginning of Yom Kippur.

On Yom Kippur, one must not eat or drink, even water. No work may be performed, as is made very clear in the verses above. Some Jews also adhere to additional restrictions in the Talmud: washing and bathing, anointing one’s body (perfume, cosmetics), wearing leather shoes, and having sex.

Most of the holiday is spent in prayer at synagogue. White, representing purity, is traditionally worn on this day.

Interestingly, one component of the liturgy on Yom Kippur is confession of sins. Not confession like Catholics view it — confessing specific sins — just general confession for wrong-doing, especially for wrong people do to others through their speech. The idea that words harm and must be atoned for is something that really speaks to me. Lashon ha-ra, or the evil tongue, is considered a grievous sin in Judaism. Wouldn’t it be nice if more people thought about the evil they speak, even if only one day a year?

One must never make the mistake of wishing their Jewish friends a Happy Yom Kippur. It is a day of serious, prayerful introspection. At the beginning of the year, on Rosh Hashanah, God decides who will suffer for their sins over the coming year. In the 10 days after Rosh Hashanah leading up to Yom Kippur, there is a chance to atone for one’s sins. During these “Days of Awe,” it’s possible to act in such a way that can change God’s mind, if you will. On Yom Kippur, God’s judgment is sealed.

I just opened my school e-mail account. I don’t do that a lot from home. I had an e-mail from the mother of one my students. We have a meeting scheduled after school on Monday. She said she hoped she was not out of line in wishing me a Happy New Year and an easy fast. It touched me, because I felt included — such a part of the community. It’s easy, being a Christian working in a Jewish school, to feel as if I don’t really know what’s going on sometimes. I didn’t understand, for instance, what the significance of the different sizes of kippot meant. I was shy about asking, because I didn’t know if it was a dumb question or not. Finally, on Curriculum Night, I asked Pamela. She is a rabbi, and she wears a kippot when she is teaching (she teaches Rabbinic Literature). She explained there is no significance. Traditionally, the kippah should be the width of your four fingers when folded into quarters. She showed me how hers was four fingers. I said I had wondered if it had some other signficance — did it, for example identify one as Orthodox or Conservative? No, she said. I asked why the different sizes then — why did Andy wear such a large one? She said it was because he’s balding. We laughed. I don’t know that many rabbis, but I think I work with two of the coolest ones in the world.

By the way, you may or may not know this, but Jewish holidays begin at slightly before sundown on the day before the actual holiday. So my students and friends will begin fasting and prayerful contemplation tomorrow evening. No, I don’t think I’m going to fast on Saturday. For one thing, you don’t just do that without preparing for it. That prayerful contemplation and atonement, though. That… that sounds like a good idea.


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Show and Tell

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I brought my husband for show and tell at school today. True, he did all the telling and showing.

My school has morning programs every day of the week except for Wednesday. On Mondays and Fridays, that means Town Meetings or guest speakers. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, that means Tefillah, or prayer. At the beginning of the year, Marc, the head of our Judaics department and the coolest rabbi in the world, asked us as a faculty if we could think of things to share with the students — as a community — about something we do or someone we know. I immediately thought of Steve. He could come to the school, talk about opera, and sing for the students. Marc loved the idea.

Steve talked about how he came to opera, the son of a “redneck” family in Tennessee, where the only opera anyone heard of was the Grand Ole Opry. It was an utterly fascinating talk, and I learned things I didn’t know before, too. The students were very attentive and asked great questions. They applauded long and lustily when he sang. I think they really, truly loved it. The faculty and students kept telling me all day how much they liked it.

I was really proud of him. While he talked and sang, faculty and students kept catching my eye and smiling. There is already talk of bringing him back. Marc is interested in taking the students to see him perform in Cosi.

I think students always enjoy seeing another side of their teachers. It was the coolest show and tell ever.


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A Celtic Tale: The Legend of Deirdre

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I have finally changed my radio blog. Despite Cranky Dragon’s recent insistence otherwise, I’ve been slack about changing my Radio Blog. It said the current files had been up about 45 days, but actually it has been longer, since I reuploaded them when we had to deal with our host’s new server fiasco around the beginning of August. So it’s been about two months. It was a good lineup, but I really needed to change it.

I uploaded an entire CD, which isn’t something I’ve ever done before. It is Mychael and Jeff Danna’s A Celtic Tale: The Legend of Deirdre, which is my favorite CD. I was going to put up an homage to U2 in commemoration of their induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and I still may later on, but this afternoon, as fall seems to be arriving in Georgia, I played this CD while I graded papers, and I decided I must share it with you all — the whole thing.

I encourage you to read the story of Deirdre, the inspiration for the music. It’s one of my favorite Irish myths. You can also purchase Deidre: A Celtic Legend by David Guard, but hurry. It looks like it might be going out of print soon.


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A Picture Paints a Thousand Words

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To say that Susan Vreeland is just inspired by art wouldn’t be right. It’s true, but she also inspires the reader through language, vividly creating the art and bringing new meaning to the old cliché that a picture paints a thousand words.

I usually wait to review a book completely once I’ve finished it, but I couldn’t wait to share my find with you. I’m in the midst of a very pleasurable read — Girl in Hyacinth Blue. This is the story of a painting. Not so much the painting itself — at least, not at this point in my reading — but the story of the people who own and grow to love the painting. Vreeland traces the painting’s ownership back to its origin. So far, it has changed hands in the most remarkable ways, all interesting snippets of history and poetically drawn. It’s a reader’s delight. Vreeland writes almost as though she herself is painting a picture — the imagery is striking. I can so clearly see each scene she describes.

I read the book wishing I had a book club or something like that to share it with — this is a book I want to discuss. I think if I were to teach World Literature, I would find a way to get it into the curriculum somehow. That seems to me to be where it fits best.

Vreeland is coming to Atlanta on January 13. I am going to be there, and I am going to tell her timidly that I’m an English teacher, just like she was, and that I would like to be a writer — would I could write like her! And I will ask her to sign my copy of Girl in Hyacinth Blue. Then I need only find it a place of honor on the bookshelf, where I can display it like the characters display the Vermeer masterpiece in each vignette in this wonderful book.

It’s a pity I picked this book up the weekend after I gave so many tests that must be graded!

Update, 8:16 P.M.: I have finished the book. I declare it a work of art, lovingly rendered, painstakingly researched, and a delight to read. If you appreciate art, I think you will really enjoy this book. Amazon recommends this book often with Tracy Chevalier. I can see why. Both writers seem enamored of the backstories behind art. Chevalier tackled this theme in one book I’ve read: The Lady and the Unicorn (reviewed here); and one book I haven’t read: Girl with a Pearl Earring (the subject of which is also Vermeer). I am looking forward to Life Studies: Stories, which will be released in January 2005, and also examines the stories behind art. I think this is a fascinating new genre of literature. It is sort of becoming a genre, isn’t it?

Well, go read this book, and tell me what you think.


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More Stuff

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Happy Rosh Hashanah to my Jewish friends (a day late). We had the traditional apples and honey in the faculty lounge at school.

Sarah was officially diagnosed with ADD (Inattentive type, not Hyperactive). She will start taking medication next week. We’ll see how that goes.

Today is my 33rd birthday. Sheesh. I remember when my mom was 33. I thought she was old. I bought beer the other day, and, for the first time, I wasn’t carded. Guess it’s all this gray in my hair. My mom sent me a Barnes and Noble gift card, with which I bought Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier, Girl in Hyacinth Blue by Susan Vreeland, and The Queen’s Fool by Philippa Gregory. All three I’ve wanted to read for some time. I am starting with Girl in Hyacinth Blue as soon as I’ve finished re-reading the Harry Potter books. Aw heck. I can’t wait. I’ll just have to start it now. I ate supper with Maggie and Dylan at TGI Friday’s (Carrabba’s was too crowded).

Hurricane Ivan swept over my in-laws, who live near Gulf Shores, AL. The remnants downed trees and knocked out power (for some) in our area. Our air conditioner inexplicably broke during the storm.


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Wikipedia

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Found via Roger Darlington’s blog Nighthawk:

The other way of creating an encyclopaedia is to create a space on the Web and invite passers-by to write articles. This is such a preposterous idea that nobody in their right mind would entertain it for a moment. How, then, do we explain the fact that someone has done it, and that it is a raging success?

Read the rest of the article at The Guardian.

Naughton makes a great point. How on earth does this work, what with so many people out there being jerks and whatnot? But it does. You know, I also use Wikipedia more than most other reference sites online. I even have a plugin with Firefox that allows me to highlight a word, right-click, and look it up in Wikipedia. Most of one of my recent Pensieve posts was written largely with the help of Wikipedia. It’s all open source. You can alter or write articles if you want. Yes, you! Of course, someone may come along and change what you’ve written. And as Naughton points out, vandalism happens. It also happens to get repaired by the good geeks to find it. It’s a pretty cool community and a great resource. Take the knowledge of humanity on the web, construct a way for them to share it, and you have probably one of the best and most comprehensive encyclopedias ever produced. Who would’ve thunk it?


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Stuff and Nonsense

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I have very little to report. Most of us have been feeling sick. Dylan brought home some kind of tummy bug and gave it to Maggie and me. Sarah seems okay so far. I can’t tell about Steve. Dylan’s been a right pain today. Crying almost all day. Very cranky. I don’t feel well, which limits my patience.

We had Curriculum Night (or Open House, Parent’s Night — a rose by any other name) on Thursday. It went very well, I thought. I was told by some parents that their children were enjoying my class. That’s good to hear.

We had a September 11 memorial for our morning program on the 10th. I believe strongly in remembering. I wonder, though, how people who live with terrorism as a daily part of their lives — Israelis, for example — feel about the way we commemorate September 11. My friend is right about one thing: our lives have not changed much. We have to spend longer in the airport going through additional screening. But we are not any more cautious or vigilant than we ever were. We lived through one horrible day of unspeakable terror, and it taught us little. I am not saying we deserved what happened. I will never say that. I don’t believe it for a minute. I don’t think anyone deserves to be the victim of terrorism. Am I wrong, or do I just not see the sympathy for those in our world who live with terrorism on a daily basis? Am I just missing it? We don’t know what it is like to take our lives in our hands when we step on a bus. We don’t know what it is like to watch a bomb go off across the street. We don’t know what it is like to have our schools close because they were bombed.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m not making sense. I don’t feel well, and I’m tired. I do know that come November, I’m going to take my little voter registration card down the street, hold my nose, and vote for the candidate I hate least.


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