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Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Not My Circus

Not My Monkeys: You've got to give it up for the 118th Congress, especially for our idiosyncratic, still-learning-how-to-govern House of Representatives. The US government did not run out of funding money and shut down last weekend! 

House of Representatives

All of which brouhaha caused Abq Jew to set aside his old, faded philosopher's hat (which he rarely wears, anyway) and instead don his sturdy linguists's helmet - in search of the backgound of the not-my-problem phrase which so disturbingly yet eloquently describes the Republicans in the House. To wit:

Not My Circus

Not My Circus. Not My Monkeys.

Well. Who knew? The aforementioned phrase originated (or so Liza Achilles claims) in Poland! Well ... in Polish, anyway.

Noe Moj Cyrk

Nie Mój Cyrk. Nie Moje Małpy.

The phrase, of course has many derivatives. Including one that seems to apply to both the House and the Senate. And the Executive Branch. Which is not to mention - the Supremes! 

Not My Circus Know Clowns

But Abq Jew digresses, as is his wont. Don't think he won't! But - back to our original phrase. Which can be expressed in many, many languages. Or even turned into a fancy German folk song!

Alte Bekwante

As the German a cappella formation ALTE BEKWANTE has done right here -

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Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys
Nicht mein Zirkus, nicht meine Affen

Not my circus, not my monkeys
Nicht mein Zirkus, nicht meine Affen

They'll manage their stuff without me
Die werden ihren Kram schon ohne mich schaffen

Not my construction site, not my house
Nicht meine Baustelle, nicht mein Haus

That's why I'm staying out of it
Darum halt ich mich da raus

I tuned in anytime, anywhere
Ich hab mich jederzeit überall eingeschaltet

Other people's households co-managed
Andrer Leuts Haushalte mitverwaltet

If there was a row somewhere, I wanted to mediate it
Wenn's irgendwo Krach gab, wollt ich schlichten

It didn't work at all
Geklappt hat das mit nichten

Every shoe I saw lying around somewhere
Jeden Schuh, den ich irgendwo rumliegen sah

I got dressed straight away, that's what I was there for
Zog ich mir gleich an, dafür war ich da

But now I'm finally putting an end to it
Aber jetzt mach ich damit endlich Schluss

Because I'm neither allowed nor required to
Weil ich's weder darf noch muss

I often find it difficult to endure
Ich find's oft noch schwierig auszuhalten

To stay out of it every now and then
Mich ab und zu mal rauszuhalten

But now the big day comes
Aber jetzt kommt der große Tag

Where I just say to myself
An dem ich mir einfach sag

Not my circus, not my monkeys
Nicht mein Zirkus, nicht meine Affen

They'll manage their stuff without me
Die werden ihren Kram schon ohne mich schaffen

Not my construction site, not my house
Nicht meine Baustelle, nicht mein Haus

That's why I'm staying out of it
Darum halt ich mich da raus

It's not my job to wake others up
Es ist nicht mein Job, andre wachzurütteln

It's my job to shake things off
Es ist mein Job, Dinge abzuschütteln

A lot of things really don't concern me
Mich geht vieles echt nix an

Sometimes I ask myself: when
Manchmal frage ich mich: wann

I finally manage to be relaxed
Ich es endlich schaff entspannt zu sein

This seemed to be unknown to me until now
Mir schien das bislang unbekannt zu sein

The realization that sometimes things can work without me
Die Erkenntnis, dass es auch mal ohne mich geht

Maybe it won't be too late
Kommt vielleicht noch nicht zu spät

What you might think is good is not always good
Was man vielleicht gut meint, ist nicht immer gut

That which you consciously don't do
Das, was man mal bewusst nicht tut

Gives others the space they need right now
Lässt anderen den Platz, den sie grad brauchen

A reason to take a dive
Ein Grund, mal abzutauchen

Not my circus, not my monkeys
Nicht mein Zirkus, nicht meine Affen

They'll manage their stuff without me
Die werden ihren Kram schon ohne mich schaffen

Not my construction site, not my house
Nicht meine Baustelle, nicht mein Haus

That's why I'm staying out of it
Darum halt ich mich da raus

I have to decide what I find important
Ich muss entscheiden, was ich wichtig find

And which things are pretty trivial
Und welche Dinge eher ziemlich nichtig sind

And where I'm groping in the dark
Und da, wo ich im Dunkeln tappe

I'll shut up
Halt ich halt die Klappe

Not my circus, not my monkeys
Nicht mein Zirkus, nicht meine Affen

They'll manage their stuff without me
Die werden ihren Kram schon ohne mich schaffen

Not my construction site, not my house
Nicht meine Baustelle, nicht mein Haus

That's why I'm staying out of it
Darum halt ich mich da raus

*

Not my circus, not my monkeys
Nicht mein Zirkus, nicht meine Affen

They'll manage their stuff without me
Die werden ihren Kram schon ohne mich schaffen

Not my circus, not my monkeys
Nicht mein Zirkus, nicht meine Affen

That's why I'm staying out of it
Darum halt ich mich da raus

Scrolling

Thank you for scrolling all the way down here!
By now you must be asking yourself -

The Jews

What has this got to do with the Jews?

Well. It turns out that the phrase in question is an integral part of Jewish tradition. In the form of that olde, familiar saying -

Not My Goat

.‏‎עס איז ניט מײַן ציג. און ניט מײַן חנוכּה–ליכטל
Not My Goat. Not My Hanukkah Candle.

Goat

The goat, of course, must come from Chad Gadya - One Little Goat - that Father bought for two zuzim, right around Pesach. Which teaches us that actions have consequences, and which reminds us that G-d rules the world.

Goat Fable

Then again - perhaps the goat comes to us from Shmuel Yoset Agnon's The Fable of the Goat (מעשה העז). One of Agnon's best-known and most-loved works. About which Abq Jew posted in August 2013, in honor of the first birthday of his first grandchild.

Happy Hanukkah

And then there's the Hanukkah candle!

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Korin Allal, Musician, Dies at 69

I Have No Other Land: The Times of Israel and the Jerusalem Post reported last week that Israeli singer-songwriter Korin (Corinne) Allal died on December 12th, at 69, after a battle with cancer.

Korin Allal

The Jerusalem Post wrote in an editorial:

Corinne Allal leaves a lasting legacy for future generations

Perhaps the most famous song she composed and sang, to the lyrics of Ehud Manor, was “Ein Li Eretz Acheret” (“I Have No Other Land”).

Corinne Allal, the singer, composer, and guitarist who died after a battle with cancer at the age of 69, was an Israeli icon whose repertoire of songs not only still resonates but also left a lasting legacy for future generations. 

Perhaps the most famous song she composed and sang, to the lyrics of legendary songwriter Ehud Manor, was “Ein Li Eretz Acheret” (“I Have No Other Land”). 

Written in 1982 in the midst of the First Lebanon War, its haunting melody and defiant lyrics are particularly relevant today. 

Its primary message is reminiscent of the famous quotation by Golda Meir: 

“We Jews have a secret weapon in our struggle with the Arabs; we have no place to go.” 

But it goes on to pledge, “I will not stay silent because my country changed her face/I will not give up reminding her/And sing in her ears until she will open her eyes.

Israel Forever

The Israel Forever Foundation provides the lyrics, and says -

This song reminds us of why we fight when forced into battle time and time again by neighboring countries who seek only to destroy our Jewish State.

אין לי ארץ אחרת

Ein li eretz acheret
I have no other country

גם אם אדמתי בוערת

gam im admati bo'eret
even if my land is burning.

רק מילה בעברית חודרת

Rak milah b'ivrit choderet
Just a word in Hebrew penetrates

אל עורקיי, אל נשמתי

el orakai, el nishmati
to my veins, to my soul.

בגוף כואב, בלב רעב

B'guf ko'ev, b'lev ra'ev
With a weak body, with a hungry heart.

כאן הוא ביתי

kan hu beiti
Here is my home.

*
לא אשתוק

Lo eshtok
I will not stay silent

כי ארצי שינתה את פניה

ki artzi shinta et paneha
because my country changed her face.

לא אוותר לה

Lo evater la
I will not give up on her

אזכיר לה

Azkir la
I will remind her.

ואשיר כאן באוזניה

V'ashir kan b'ozneha
And I will sing right into her ears

עד שתפקח את עיניה

Ad sheh-tiftach et eineha
until she will open her eyes.

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The Jerusalem Post editorial concludes:

Allal’s last public appearance was singing “Ein Li Eretz Acheret” with Gali Atari on October 7 at the Bereaved Families Memorial Ceremony at Tel Aviv’s Yarkon Park, where the thousands attending – including family members of the fallen and relatives of the hostages – sang along.

Her death reminds us that none of us lives forever, and we have to do what we can while we can. But her music will always be with us, raising us up when we’re down. May her memory be blessed.

May her memory be a blessing

Thursday, December 12, 2024

Never Going Back Again

Syria: Well. It has certainly been a busy week. Starting with the country of Syria, which, in its Ba'athist configuration - no longer exists. Former President Bashar al-Assad has, as they say, left the building.

IDF on Har Hermon

As a temporary (perhaps) but clearly necessary action, צה״ל (Israel Defense Forces) have captured the back side (the front side being in Israel's hands since 1974) of Mount Hermon, facing toward Damascus. Just in case the new rebel "government" of Syria gets any ideas.

Syria

But wait! There's more! צה״ל has also employed this miraculous serendipity to destroy Syria's military - missile depots, naval vessels, fighter jets, and more - just to make sure they don’t fall into the wrong hands.

Great Synagogue of Aleppo

And what about the Syrian Jewish community? Despite what you may have heard from various MSM (MainStream Media, not methylsulfonylmethane or My Singing Monsters) outlets, the community thrives in Brooklyn, Deal (NJ), Israel, and elsewhere - but not in Syria itself. Depending on the source, there are only three or four Jews left in Syria.

 Lindsay Buckingham Stevie Nicks

All of which brought to what is left, after all these years, of Abq Jew's mind, the stunning duet of Lindsay Buckingham and Stevie Nicks - you know, of Fleetwood Mac - performing Never Going Back Again.

Alright ... Abq Jew was conducting what we used to, in those halcyon Intel DVI days, call "video research" - on YouTube, when he found this gem. Lindsay wrote this song (back in 1977) because of Stevie, and here (in 2005) is singing from his heart - to her.

The words, Abq Jew and other reviewers have noted, are not important. This sweet, naive song simply reflects a desire not to repeat previous mistakes. But they do highlight Abq Jew's theme - 

never going back again

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A note for all you guitar mavens out there:

On "Never Going Back Again", Buckingham accompanies himself on acoustic guitar using a Travis picking technique. 
To capture the optimal sound, producer Ken Caillat suggested that Buckingham's acoustic guitar be restrung every 20 minutes. Caillat pitied the guitar tech's job of restringing the acoustic guitar three times an hour for "the entire day", but approved of Buckingham's "magnificent" instrumental passages.

"Never Going Back Again" is set in a 4-4 signature at a moderate tempo of 88 beats per minute, in the key of F sharp major. Buckingham's guitar is in Drop D tuning with a capo on the fourth fret.

Abq Jew notes with awe the fact that Lindsay Buckingham could play guitar like that in 1977 (or earlier), when he was 27 years old (or younger). And that he could still play guitar like that or even better when he got older.

There is (always) hope. Some things do get better with time.

JewBelong

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan!

Jacob's Ladder! In joyful accordance with the long-standing Jewish tradition, Abq Jew is keeping Jerusalem above everything -

Jerusalem

as he announces that Jacob's Ladder, one of Abq Jew's favorite Jewgrass bands (there aren't that many out there) has come up with yet one more outstanding recording and video.

Jacob's Ladder

"Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan!" is a delightful old-time (yes, Christian) gospel number that has been performed, re-invented, and performed again many times over the last ... oh, hundred years.

For example: there's this version and that version, plus - if you're really interested, as Abq Jew is sure you are or soon will be - an almost infinite selection of versions located right here.

Jerusalem Moan

So why, Abq Jew hears you ask, is Jerusalem moaning? There are, of course, any number of Jewish historical events that might lead us to a few theological (which is not to mention theodical) complaints. But Christians? Why would they think Jerusalem is unhappy?

Well, there's One Big Reason - but, regarding this song, that's not it. In its original version, "Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan!" is actually complaining about having to sit through long sermons at church. 

Which church? Any of them!

Oh, the Methodist minister got squeaky shoes
He pulls down the shades and brings out the booze

Oh, the Baptist preacher has a really hard sell
You buy his package or you roast in hell

Oh, the Campbellite preacher will show you the way
But you gotta be baptized every other day

Oh, the Catholic preacher keeps you out of trouble
He'll save your soul, but your family will double

Oh, the Unitarian preacher has a lot to learn
They say he prays "To whom it may concern"

Oh, the Lutheran preacher has a really nice home
And he's careful to stay just one step from Rome

Oh, the Episcopal preacher prays on bended knees
He gets his prayers answered 'cause he always says "Please"

Oh, the Presbyterian preacher is one of the "Elected"
Everybody else just hopes they'll be selected

And synagogues are (unsurprisingly) not exempt -

Oh, the Rabbi preacher gives good advice
He'll get you into heaven for a wholesale price

Jacob's Ladder

And then there's Jacob's Ladder's unique version. The band explains:

This gospel number struck us as a must-sing crossover song between the Christian gospel tradition and the Jewish traditions. Jerusalem is all over Jewish liturgy, and is very much apart of the Jewish identity and soul, as best exemplified in Psalms 137 (" If I forget you Jerusalem, let my right forget how to work"). 

There is so much these days that pulls us apart: to wake up in our world today in 2024, there is more of a natural tendency to "other" just about everything and everyone. We hope that this song does just the opposite. 

There's a wailing, "high lonesome" sound to traditional American folk and gospel songs, harkening back to the days of strife and toil as a working class person in the coal mines in late 19th century early 20th century America. 

Musical expression of Jewish suffering has varied greatly over centuries, though we find a deep connection with this expression of sorrow and hopelessness in light of the past year. We hope this song brings a little light to our dark times. 

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Verse 1 (Birkat, Grace after Meals)

ובנה ירושלים
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

עיר הקדש במהרה
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

עיר הקדש במהרה בימינו
and my soul set free

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

Verse 2 (Weekday Amidah)

וירושלים עירך ברחמים תשוב
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan! 

ותשכון בתוכה כאשר דיברת
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan! 

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

ובנה אותה בקרוב בימינו
and my soul set free 

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

Verse 3 (Jeremiah 33)

עוד ישמע בערי יהודה
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan! 

ובחוצות ירושלים
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan! 

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

קול ששון וקול שמחה
קול חתן וקול כלה 

Verse 4 (Psalms 137)

If I forget you O Jerusalem,
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan 

Let my right hand wither away!
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan 

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan 

Thank G-d there's a Heaven
and a ringing in my soul,
and my soul set free

Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

Verse 5 (reprise)

ובנה ירושלים
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan!

עיר הקדש במהרה
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan! 

Jerusalem Day Celebration

Jacob's Ladder

Tuesday, November 26, 2024

Remembering Alice Brock

And Her Restaurant: It was about nine years ago (OK ... it was exactly June 30, 2015) that Abq Jew posted a blog (see Arlo And Alice Meet Jane) to tell us all about Jane Ellen's The World of Arlo Guthrie OASIS class - as we sorta approached the 50th Anniversary of the Alice's Restaurant Masacree.

Wow! That was 9+ years ago! During those nine years (plus almost five months), just a few things have changed. As you may recall.

  • OASIS Albuquerque Director Kathleen Raskob retired.
  • OASIS Albuquerque Teacher Extraordinaire Jane Ellen retired. And moved to Florida!
  • Famed folksinger Arlo Davy Guthrie turned 77.
  • Famed personality Alice Brock died last week (on November 21), at the age of 83. Just before Thanksgiving.

Alice Brock

Yes, Alice Brock was the woman and restaurant owner behind Arlo's now-classic anti-war and anti-litter song, Alice's Restaurant. Berkshire Magazine wrote on Instagram: 

We are deeply saddened to hear that Alice Brock, who was an inspiration for the song “Alice’s Restaurant” by Arlo Guthrie and a legend in the Berkshires, died on Thursday. She was 83 years old, leaving us just one week before Thanksgiving. 

Two years ago, editor-in-chief Anastasia Stanmeyer traveled to Provincetown where Alice lived, to sit and talk with her about her time in the Berkshires and in the Cape. We have included a link to the exclusive story, “Breaking Bread with Alice.” 

Alice is pictured here at her kitchen table. “This is the only thing I brought with me from the Berkshires,” she told Anastasia. “It has two leafs. We used to all sit around this table in the church whenever we got together. This is where Arlo wrote ‘Alice’s Restaurant Massacree,’ or at least some of it. We were all making up choruses, but he had his own ideas.” 

Among other stories, Alice recounted how she loaded up her Cadillac with her belongings and made her way to Provincetown in 1978. There’s a photo here from one of her cookbooks, as well as a photo of Alice sitting on a car taken by Jane McWhorter before Alice headed east. 

We can picture Alice in that Cadillac once again, on the highway to her next destination. 

Alice Brock

Here is a portion of what Abq Jew wrote way back in 2015:

Jane Ellen @ OASIS Albuquerque

The 4th of July is a long way from Thanksgiving (145 days this year, to be exact). So Abq Jew is pretty sure he will be the first to remind the world of the

Massacree

Abq Jew here writes not of the song, but of the event (or series of events) that inspired it.
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant." It's about Alice, and the restaurant, but "Alice's Restaurant" is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song. That's why I call the song "Alice's Restaurant."
Album

As Abq Jew recently reported (see Summer 2015 @ OASIS Albuquerque), Jane Ellen (see Atomic Cocktail & Uranium Rock), the Musical Muse of the Abq Metro, will be teaching about Arlo Guthrie this week.

OASIS Class

Now, the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacree (as the song is properly known) began back on Thanksgiving Day in 1965.

For those keeping score: Thanksgiving 1965 fell on Thursday (you knew that, right?) November 25, which was (unlike this year) but 144 days after the 4th of July 1965.

The Alice in the song (Wikipedia tells us) was restaurant-owner Alice Brock, who in 1964 used $2,000 supplied by her mother to purchase a deconsecrated church in Great Barrington, Massachusetts,
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago ... two years ago, on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant. 
But Alice doesn't live in the restaurant; she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray and Facha, the dog. 
And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be. And havin' all that room (seein' as how they took out all the pews), they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time.
Pastrami

Now what, Abq Jew hears you ask, does this have to do
with the price of pastrami in Poughkeepsie?

And the answer is ... nothing much. Except that Arlo is, in fact, a dyed in the wool MOT, although the color has faded somewhat over the years. As Wikipedia tells us:
Arlo Guthrie was born in Brooklyn, New York, the son of folk singer and composer Woody Guthrie and his wife Marjorie Mazia Guthrie. His sister is record producer Nora Guthrie. 
His mother was a one-time professional dancer with the Martha Graham Company and founder of the Committee to Combat Huntington's Disease, the disease that took Woody's life in 1967. 
His father was from a Protestant family and his mother was Jewish. His maternal grandmother was renowned Yiddish poet Aliza Greenblatt.

As it turns out - it's a little-known factoid that Arlo Guthrie's Bar Mitzvah tutor was ultra-nationalist Rabbi Meir Kahane, who formed the Jewish Defense League and (later) founded the Israeli political party Kach.

"Rabbi Kahane was a really nice, patient teacher," Guthrie later recalled, "but shortly after he started giving me my lessons, he started going haywire. Maybe I was responsible."
And, as it also turns out - Alice, too, was, in fact, a dyed in the wool MOT, although the color faded somewhat over the years. As Wikipedia tells us:
Brock was born Alice May Pelkey in Brooklyn, New York City. 
Her mother, Mary Pelkey, was a Jewish native of Brooklyn; her father, an Irish Catholic man, was originally from Pittsfield, Massachusetts. The Pelkey family was relatively well-to-do and often spent summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, where Mr. Pelkey sold artwork for Peter Hunt. 
Neither of her parents were religious, but her family had many connections to Jewish culture and she herself variously identified as a Jew and as half-Jewish,

When Abq Jew ponders the knowledge and values he will pass on to his kids and grandkids - he realizes that they have no idea who Arlo Guthrie is or what Alice's Restaurant meant to a whole generation of anti-war kids way back when.

They have never heard the song. The phrase
"twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy photographs
with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one explainin' what each one was"

means nothing in particular to them.
So - this is for the kids.

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And - for the historical record - Wikipedia tells us that "Alice's Restaurant" was released in October 1967. However (and this is a big however):
"Alice's Restaurant" was performed on July 17, 1967, at the Newport Folk Festival in a workshop or breakout section on "topical songs", where it was such a hit that he was called upon to perform it for the entire festival audience. 
The song's success at Newport and on WBAI led Guthrie to record it in front of a studio audience in New York City and release it as side one of the album Alice's Restaurant in October 1967. 
Guthrie noted that the studio recording combined some of the worst elements of both studio and live recording, in that the audience chosen for the record had already heard him perform the song repeatedly, but because of the audience, he had to record the song and album in one take.
The Last Thanksgiving

Thursday, November 21, 2024

It's Traveling Time Again!

Twas The Week Before Thanksgiving: And all through the sky, the planes were stacked up with family and friends ready to fly.

Happy Thanksgiving

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, Abq Jew would like to thank everyone who has supported his work over the past oh so many years. 
Thank You!
And if ... ahem ... you would like to be thanked next year ... you know, if there is one ... just click the box below. Please!

Support Abq Jew

For those of you with kids in college, this week is what you've been hoping and paying for. And paying for. And pay ...

What?  Oh, yes.  Abq Jew of course meant praying! It's Thanksgiving week, and your college kid(s) will, God willing, be coming home. And this may be the first time you've seen your kid (not counting on Zoom or Facebook) since before the High Holidays.

As one who's been there - twice - Abq Jew encourages you to enjoy this moment. It's all downhill after this. So, college kid - Shake Hands With Your Uncle Max! And welcome home!

Click here for video!

A history lesson for the youngsters in the audience: "Shake Hands" was written and first performed by Allan Sherman (1924-1973), of blessed memory. This song and a dozen other parodies appeared on the album My Son, The Folksinger, issued in October 1962.

That album became the fastest-selling album in recording history, selling 1,500,000 copies.  Sherman capitalized on Jewish suburban humour by turning folk songs such as Harry Belafonte's "Matilda" into "My Zelda", and the folk song "The Streets Of Laredo" into "The Streets Of Miami". The French standard "Frere Jacques" became "Sarah Jackman" and the USA patriotic number "The Battle Hymn Of The Republic" was turned into "The Ballad Of Harry Lewis", the story of a garment salesman.

The formula of the first album was repeated on the subsequent My Son, The Celebrity (1962) and My Son, The Nut (1963). The third album also produced a number 2 single, "Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! (A Letter From Camp)", based on Ponchielli's 1876 composition "Dance Of The Hours".

Click here for video!

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!



Wednesday, November 13, 2024

The Jewish Percentage

It's Not Just About Josh: Abq Jew shares your pain. And there's plenty of pain to go around, so sharing it is even easier! From the US elections to Amsterdam to the Land of Israel, bad things have happened this past week.

But if you're a Jew named Josh - take heart.
A good thing has happened.

Joshua

The above image is an AI (Artificial Intelligence)-generated depiction of the Biblical hero Joshua. Holding a printed, apparently paperback copy of (or perhaps the original) Bible, to which our guy would not have had access for ... well, a few more years.

On his tunic(?) is printed (or perhaps hand-written) the well-known English word? acronym? initialsim? abbreviation? NAH. The significance of NAH here is unclear; perhaps a reference to NaH, the highly reactive inorganic hydride sodium hydride? (Despite its hich basicity, NaH is not nucleophilic.)

Or perhaps NAH is used here as an adverb. The earliest known use of the adverb NAH is in the early 1700s. OED's earliest evidence for nah is from 1720, in the writing of Alexander Pennecuik, physician and poet.

A more recent use is the anthem known officially as Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye, a 1969 song written and recorded by Paul Leka, Gary DeCarlo and Dale Frashuer, with NA instead of NAH, and attributed to the then-fictitious band Steam.

Steam Nah Nah

And then there is always 

Northern Arizona Healthcare
Northern Arizona Healthcare

Where were we?

Ah, yes. We were talking about a good thing and Jewish men named Josh. (Want to know more about the first, really Biblical Joshua? Chabad says "click here and here.")

Forward editor emeritus Jonathan Jeremy ('J.J.') Goldberg, Forward writer Benyamin Goldberg, and several dozen others have pointed out that, as one good yet curious result of the recent elections -

Six Percent

6 percent of US governors (that's 3 out of 50, folks)
are or will be Jews named Josh.

For those keeping score: that's 

3 Joshes

Governor Josh Green of Hawaii; Governor-elect Josh Stein of North Carolina; and, of course, the unforgettable Governor Josh Shapiro (who could have been should have been VP and may someday be P) of Pennsylvania.

Please keep in mind that we Jews represent an amazing (considering the publicity we get) 0.2% of the total world population. And we all-powerful Jews represent an all-powerful 2.4% of the total US population. 

And - in case you were wondering, as was Abq Jew, about the percentage of Jews elsewhere in the US (a random sampling):

      • 8.8% in New York
      • 8.3% in Washington, DC
      • 6.7% in New Jersey
      • 4.3% in Massachusetts
      • 3.3% in Pennsylvania
      • 2.5% in Illinois
      • 1.7% in Colorado
      • 1.7% in Rhode Island
      • 1.5% in Delaware
      • 0.7% in New Hampshire
      • 0.6% in New Mexico
      • 0.5% in North Carolina
      • 0.5% in Hawaii
      • ~.~% in South Dakota
As one more good yet curious result of the recent elections -

Twelve Percent

12 percent of US governors (that's 6 out of 50, folks)
are or will be Jews.

For those keeping score: in addition to the above three, that's Governor Matt Meyer of Delaware; Governor Jared Polis of Colorado; and, of course, the ubiquitous Governor Jay Robert '(J.B.') Pritzker of Illinois. Six, total.

And yes, still another good yet curious result of the recent elections -

10 percent

10 percent of US governors (that's 5 out of 50, folks;
and that's 83% of the 6 Jewish governors)
are or will be Jews whose first name begins with J.

What's happening?

Unfortunately, many (but not all!) of us are fully cognizant of exactly what in hell is happening. Even though many of TFFG's (The Future Former Guy's) new suggested team members appear to be fervently pro-Israel - their true focus is pro-Evangelical, which may or may not coincide with the true interests of the US or worldwide Jewish community.

To which Abq Jew can only add, with thoughts and prayers -

This Too Shall Pass
it may pass like a kidney stone, but it shall pass

Gevalt Yidden


Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Could Be Worse

Could Be Raining: Well. The 2024 elections are more or less over, finished, wrapped up, concluded. Some of the results - especially those here in our own New Mexico -  pleased Abq Jew no end; others, however, force him to remind you, his loyal readers, that, as Igor noted in Young Frankenstein

Could Be Worse.


Could Be Raining.

Yes, Abq Jew - along with about half the nation - had a sleepless night. As the one and only Yogi once observed (after Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris hit back-to-back home runs during the 1961 season) - 

Deja Vu Yogi

It's like deja vu, all over again.

Many, many others had more to say about the 2024 election's results.

Public opinion consultant Fernand R. Amandi was succinct:

This election — the most critical and important in our lifetimes — was fundamentally about what kind of country and what kind of people we actually are — and I’m afraid we now have our answer.

Mother Jones' David Corn was not succinct. He wrote:
America Meets Its Judgment Day  
Trump’s victory signals a national embrace of the politics of hate and a possible fascist future.
Every election is a Judgment Day, but this one more so than any other in the history of the nation.

Never before has a major party run a nominee described by retired military leaders who worked with him as a “fascist” and a serious threat to American democracy. 
Never before has the electorate been provided the choice of a nominee who previously refused to accept vote tallies, falsely declared victory, covertly schemed to overturn an election, and incited a violent assault on the US Capitol to stay in power, as well as one whose mismanagement of a pandemic caused the avoidable deaths of tens of thousands of Americans. 
Never before have Americans been asked to return to office a politician who waged a massive disinformation operation fueled by the most vicious vitriol to exploit hatred, racism, misogyny, and ignorance.
Is America a nation that accepts and embraces all that?
The answer is yes.
Despite Trump’s multiple offenses (criminal, political, and social), tens of millions voters—more than half of the electorate—said they want more of him and desire this felonious, misogynistic, racist, and seemingly cognitively challenged wannabe autocrat to lead the nation once again. 
Trumpism triumphed, and the godhead of this cult has become both the first fascist and the first convicted felon to win an American presidential election.

And he concludes: 

At this fork in the road, Americans made a decision on what sort of country the United States will be. A judgment has been reached: 
This is a nation to be ruled by Trump’s politics of hate.  
It can happen here, and it has.
Save Pessimism
As for The Jews - Brianna Wu posted:
As the polls close, I'm really only interested in one number.

Just how badly has the Democratic Party lost the Jewish vote by refusing to denounce the antisemitism that has infested our party?

And as for women - Jill Filipovic quoted Germaine Greer:
Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.
As long as

The Atlantic's David Frum offers a note of hope:

Eight years ago this night, my son asked me: "What do we do now?"

I answered,

We walk to the bar, strike up the band,

and sing The Marseillaise.