I set my alarm for 9, 8 by my internal clock since the time had just "sprung forward". I had trouble getting to sleep because the brothel was having a banging (teehee) night so there was noise from the idiots going in and out. I should have been asleep by this time anyway, and would have probably slept fine through them, because I normally sleep through noise from the guys next door.
My faithful alarm woke me up; I went from hanging out on a pleasant night with buskers in Santa Cruz on Pacific Avenue, to beep beep beep time to wake up. It's a neat alarm though, starting out rather quieter then getting more insistent.
So I got up and turned on the radio and my ears prick up when I hear mention of L'Cha Dodi, the Shabbat song. How nice, I thought. It turned out to be a glowing puff piece about a group of anti-Israel Jews, in other words, arguably not Jews at all. Certainly a modern counterpart of the 4/5ths of Jews who didn't follow Moses across the Red Sea.
The piece went on and on, how awful it is that "bad" Jews will display the Israel flag in their sanctuary (yep my temple has big US and Israel flags, one on each side) and actually support the existence of Israel, how horrible! In other words, NPR endorses the modern counterpart of the German National Jews, the Jewish group that voted for Hitler. This is why NPR isn't getting another thin dime from me. In fact I'm starting to think they owe me money.
I time my ride out of here to get to the temple 15-20 minutes after 11, when the Purim carnival was on and the spiel for the kidlets was done. Perfect. I bought $10 worth of poppyseed hamantaschen and paid $5 for the lunch, which was good. I hung out a bit, and got to talk to the membership person and tell them that I'm ready to go, and had sent an email so I hope to get news and hop on over there with one of my new checks and become a member.
When I was done there I rode over to "Royal Wine & More" I think it's called, and got a bottle of Israeli arack, a bottle of Tuaca because that stuff's magic, a little bottle of grenadine, and some clear plastic cups.
Then I rode over to Whole Foods and treated myself to a slice of pizza and a beer and relaxed upstairs with those. I ended up talking with a guy who told me he's been going to a place called "Recovery Cafe" for years and gushed about it, two meals a day, really good chef, etc. But you have to do some chores. And he gushed about the pork loin so yeah, I've got it filed away to tell *other* people about, haha.
I got lemon and lime juice and a lemon and a lime, and also some coffee beans. So I'm pretty set for my plan for the Purim party on Thursday night. I'd said to the ladies at the sign-in at today's Purim carnival that the adult thing being on Thursday, I'll have to get out of there at 10PM and they said something like, "We all do...." but that's the Jewish calendar for you.
I eventually got back here and put things away and packed two things to take to FedEx and did a trip to Sprouts and Ross, so it was a pretty busy day.
I did a practice session while watching some 1982 animated thing by the great Mobius, "Time Masters" which was really cool. But the practice went well too.
Another interesting thing that happened today is I heard from Pat on the Big Island, he sent me some inane email about the latest Haiku Stairs news, and I replied something like, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me" and we went back and forth a couple of times. He claims to not remember my getting worried and having a neighbor check on him, then he was curious which neighbor because he seems to be at war with at least one of his neighbors. I've come around to thinking the guy's too flaky to consider any kind of a friend.
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