I'm terrified and sobbing intermittently and I don't know exactly what to do, but you know what? Three and four generations ago, my ancestors survived pogroms and famine and brutal repression and my existence is testament to their survival: I'm going to live, and I'm going to keep others alive.

Have a Malke

Four years ago tomorrow, I was playing klezmer music in front of the Philly convention center to entertain the crowds camped out in front of the doors to make sure no one messed with the vote count going on inside (I'm the one in the middle)

Cast my vote. Come on, PA!

My kosher restaurant is going to have a tofu dish which is a mishmash of different flavors and ingredients that don't appear to belong together all cooked up in a formless chaotic scramble and it's going to be Tofu va-bohu.

If ya don’t know, now ya know

I have a joke about Orpheus, but in hindsight it wasn't good

look at this absolute unit

This made my whole week

“Ma'am, these crickets are allies.”

Do not fall for her, the tum is a trap

Would someone in tech please talk to libraries about how decades of making their labor invisible has worked for us? Spoiler: Too well, lots of budget cuts and devaluing of the labor no one can see. People think that the materials are made available by magical elves.

Using gigantic scissors for ribbon cutting at opening ceremonies has been CANCELLED.

We must embrace societal progress and do cool things like invite a tortoise friend to bite through a ribbon of leaves, as was done by a biological sciences laboratory at the University of Lincoln.

I feel like every scenario here ends with Gritty chasing him through the streets of Philly in a Zamboni

Malke is extremely cute this evening

26 years ago, two years after the introduction of effective HIV treatment, the Bay Area Reporter, San Francisco’s lesbian and gay community newspaper, ran ‘No Obits’ as its headline.
It was the first edition not to report an AIDS death in almost 15 years.

1/Just a reminder that the Bible is full of trans people. The Hebrew term saris (סָרִיס) is mostly translated into English as eunuch, but in Hebrew is often depicted as a person who was born male but later in life appears female. And the saris is respected. Isaiah 56:4-5 has a blessing for the saris.

My life goes on in endless song
Above earth's pain and friction
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails a new conviction.

Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear those verdicts ringing
They sound an echo in my feed—
How can I keep from singing?