As Passover approaches....

I am back. I intended to go on about women, or at least a woman, with psychosis, but then some other things have taken the front burner. I could go on about rodent fun and I will but I will leave that for another day (tomorrow? perhaps). No, today, a thought occurred to me. Tonight marks the start of Passover. This holiday marks the events that led my people from slavery in Egypt, setting them on a course of a long wander through the Sinai Desert before being allowed into the Holy Land. All good in many ways. So we mark this passage by foregoing leavened food (bread) and by tradition, near as I can tell, by not eating anything that could be made into flour (no legumes, like peas, peanuts, chickpeas; rice; corn; barley; rye, but quinoa is acceptable and Sephardim, those from the south eat rice). This symbolizes the Jews, while fleeing Egypt, not having time for dough to rise to make bread, so the "bread" came out unrisen, flat and dense. In fact, it is not bread at all but some sort of cracker made of paste....a paste that binds anything that it touches in the stomach or intestines. It is with that in mind my thought occurred. We celebrate my people's emancipation from bondage by ingesting, for 8 days no less, something, matza, that "binds" us (leading to the greatest cause of constipation since opiate use--heroin addicts cannot take a crap, nor do they care). Now, that is some contradictory way of celebrating. The more that I think about it, the more it makes more sense for the celebration to lead to diarrhea (consume A LOT of fruit, perhaps) than constipation. Then again, either can be just as uncomfortable (though in different ways), I get it now. We are using Passover to celebrate bodily functions. How profound a tradition do I come from? Ciao!

Who knew, Beetlejuice as the King of Style

I am back. I had a number of things occur since my last post (and your last visit). Remind me to talk about psychotic women later, and I am being quite literal with the term psychotic. The major thrust of this post makes me wonder if I am getting old (and thinking old) or if there is something a bit "off" in this world. I am driving in my city's west end. Now, I am heading to the northwest corner of Etobicoke (now city of Toronto). I am getting close to a high school, so there a lot of high schoolers around the side of the road. I notice a dude (no mention of ethnicity here) wearing a baseball cap (stylized Yankees cap). This cap looked to be about 3 sizes to large. My question is this.....when did microencephaly become the height of fashion? It would make Beetlejuice (after the dead witch doctor dude shrunk his head) proud. Ciao!