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holiday season beyond rocks.  most of the music is great, the shopping is nice, and the weather gets just nippy enough that you want to stay in and cuddle.  the atmosphere is just so exciting.

music of the night:
twelve days of christmas (bob and doug)
grandma got run over by a reindeer (elmo and patsy)
silent night (enya)
so this is christmas (melissa ethridge)
little drummer boy (tori amos)
carol of the bells/christmas eve sarajevo (trans-siberian orchestra)

and i know this little boy who wouldlook so cute dressed as an elf.  who started this whole elf/santa's helper thing anyhow?  maybe i'll name my first kid santa's helper.  just for kicks and laughs, or something.

must find bed and collapse.

ridic cool!

http://www.tyndale.cam.ac.uk/jastrow/

i LURVE it

oh, the happy

i met george ross,  trump's right hand man.  he spoke at YU and went and i totally came off like an idiot (not such a stretch) and he was brilliant

avi

Please, if you have time to daven or just send good thoughts his way, Avraham Yehuda ben Chaya Esther is a very close family friend.  he's 17, and is going for surgery this Friday for melanoma to track it and see if it's spread.  It's a really scary time for all of us.  The doctors said that he didn't get it from sun exposure; it's just a gene that went nuts.

thanks

wow

tonight a bunch of us went with Midnight Run, a group of people who make run giving out food and neccessities  to the city's homeless population.

we had sandwiches, bottled waters, sweaters, shirts, socks, underwear, shoes, deodorant, razors, shaving cream, toothbrushes, toopaste, fresh (hot!) soup and coffee...

i have no idea how or why these people ended up on the street or in need of food and clothes.  one man said that he worked at the WTC, and when the restaurant he worked in was destroyed, he was left with nothing.  i can't begin to imagine it.

my thoughts are still scattered, but i'm pretty sure that i'm going to go again.

throat ow

but drisha's kickin', so i can't really so much complain.  now if i could just convince my throat to be happy...  : )

count me in

the proud, the few, the women of drisha