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Sunday, September 27, 2020

Yom Kippur 2020

Every few years, I write a post about Rosh Hashanah or Hanukkah featuring various videos to celebrate the new year (like I did last week) or the festival of lights. I don't typically write about Yom Kippur though. Well, except for the time that Train had a song where Patrick Monahan sang "How could you leave on Yom Kippur?" That remains one of the strangest lines in pop music this century. (I could share my thoughts about Train right now, but that would be totally off topic. And at a time where I'm asking for forgiveness, I probably don't want to insult Train.)

Yom Kippur, the day of atonement, is the holiest day of the Jewish year. It's a day where people 13 and older don't eat or drink from sundown to sundown. (There are obviously exceptions for those who are sick, pregnant, or unable to fast.) You spend much of the time in synagogue praying, you don't work, and you refrain from sexual activity. Traditionally, you don't bathe or wash, put on perfume or lotions, or wear leather shoes. The leather shoes thing has bothered me for years. In the old days, leather shoes were considered a luxury, which is part of the reason why you're supposed to wear sneakers or sandals instead. For me, I'd much rather wear sneakers than leather shoes as they are more comfortable, so I continue to wear leather shoes. Of course, since I'm doing services from home this year, there is no debate for me. I'm wearing only socks. Problem solved!


The services at home thing really isn't new for me anymore. I've been doing them since March. What is new is that Yom Kippur is the only day of the year where I don't watch TV, I don't turn on the radio or listen to music, and I don't use my computer or phone. This year, I'll have to turn on the computer to participate in services. 

During Yom Kippur, there is a memorial service called Yizkor. With my dad passing away earlier this year, this will be the first time I'll participate in Yizkor during Yom Kippur. I suspect that it will be less emotional being at home instead of in the same room as others thinking of their loved ones.

We often host a "break fast" gathering at our house with friends and family with bagels, cream cheese, lox and more. I'll definitely miss that this year. 

So it turns out that there is one (just one) amusing Yom Kippur, so I'll share it here.


If you're observing Yom Kippur, have an easy fast and a meaningful day.

Friday, October 26, 2012

How Could You Leave on Yom Kippur? (Friday Video & NFL Picks)

If Train creates a catchy song and includes David Hasselhoff in the song's video, I'm going to share that video here. At around the 2:05 mark of the video for 50 Ways To Say Goodbye, I'm pretty sure the line is "How could you leave on Yom Kippur?" That can't really be the line though, right? That would even be more random than the Black Eyed Peas saying Mazel Tov and L'Chaim in a song.



On to my NFL picks. After a decent 7-5-1 week (I selected the 49ers when the line was 7; the final line ended up being San Francisco favored by 7.5), I'm now 47-52-4 on the year. Here are my week 8 picks:

Friday, January 15, 2010

Lyric of the Day: Thug Edition

The following lyrics are courtesy of the band Train from their current song, Hey Soul Sister:

The way you can cut a rug
Watching you is the only drug I need
So gangster, I’m so thug
You’re the only one I’m dreaming of


So gangster, I’m so thug? You’re a staple on adult contemporary radio; you’re not thug! You’re lead singer is Patrick Monahan from Erie. I could be wrong, but I don’t think of Erie as thug territory. I get it; perhaps this line is inspired by the episode of CSI: New York where Monahan "plays a former homeless drug addict who becomes involved in a murderous scheme." (Thanks to Wikipedia for this info.) Maybe that’s why you think you’re thug.

Regardless the chorus of the song disproves the thug identity. “Hey, Soul Sister. Ain’t that Mister Mister on the radio.” You remember the thuggish band Mr. Mister, don’t you? They had such thuggish hits as Broken Wings, now featured on an E-trade (I think) commercial with two talking babies, and Kyrie with the word eleison in the chorus.

"Kýrie, eléison, down the road that I must travel
Kýrie, eléison, through the darkness of the night"

No wonder I never understood what Mr. Mister said during that song. It's not a word in the English language!

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Completely unrelated to this not-so-serious rant, I encourage you to visit That's Church who is working to help two Pittsburghers in Haiti and the orphanage that they run. It's incredible the amount of support that they have received so far, but it's not over as help is still needed for them and the country.

More information about this is also in today's Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.