You shall love your neighbor as yourself, it's not exactly unclear

[dorchadas]

I've been going to bed late and getting up early, so I'm extremely tired. But time keeps moving forward.

This morning I successfully set the כונה kavanah ("intention") for a prayer as part of Mishkan's morning minyan, and I picked הריני מקבל על Hareini Mekabel Alai, the prayer for "You shall love your neighbor as yourself." I talked about how that's such a simple statement but people keep trying to find a way around it or some way to get out of it, much like with "Black Lives Matter" or with another similar statement I've seen elsewhere, "Women are human." You should love your neighbor as yourself, even if they mow the lawn at 6:30 a.m. on Shabbat, or glare at you when you go out to get the mail, or are Christian or Muslim, or are black. The statement is clear. Then I led the singing, and now Mishkan knows that I can sing, and that might be trouble in the future. I suspect this won't be the last prayer I lead.

I saw an amazing quote on Facebook someone shared from tyree.kimber that ran:

ME, A CYBERPUNK FAN IN THE 90S: Why do they think we'll only talk in weird slang in the future?
ME NOW: Bae, spill the tea on these K-pop stans. When Tik-Tok zoomers yeet the alt-Right it's heart reaccs only.

...and I immediately burst into laughter because I understood every part of that second quote. I shared it and then several people were like "wtf are they saying" which just made me laugh harder. As uriany said, "Null sweat, chummer."

Hamburger patties from Green Fire Farm LLC, with sautéed Swiss chard from Gray Farms and Collards from Wild Coyote Farms, along with leftover crimini mushrooms from River Valley Ranch and broccoli greens from Wild Coyote Farm from last week. The egg and broccoli are both store-bought, and not visible is the non-farmer's-market-but-local spicy hummus from the Middle Eastery Grocery Store in Andersonville.

בשר בחלב basar b'chalav (lit. "milk and meat") means that cheeseburgers are right out, so I have to find other topping for hamburgers. Eggs are my go-to now, lightly fried with the yolk still mostly liquid. It's especially great if you're eating an actual hamburger and you bite into the egg and the yolk spills out everywhere , but while I had bread from Bennison's Bakery leftover from last week, I'm not sure whether there's dairy used to make it and so I couldn't use it for buns. Though I just realized I have pita in the freezer that doesn't have dairy among the listed ingredients from the Middle Eastery Grocery Store...next time.

I fried the hamburger on a pan, which is not the prescribed method but the egg helped make it juicy anyway. I was going to cook the greens in the hamburger juices but then they'd be meat-adjacent only, so I cooked them in a separate pan and cooked the egg in the juices instead. Yum.

A Lost Larson chocolate croissant, captured at the golden hour thanks to waiting an hour between (meat) dinner and (milk) dessert in accordance with the Zohar. Many Jews do six hours, some do three, and some do one. I'm in the latter group.

In Hiroshima City, there is a bakery chain called Saint Marc Cafe that had a store right next to the bus center, and almost every time we went into the city we'd stop in and get a chocolate croissant--チョコクロ choco kuro--and in that spirit, when I saw this I had to try it. It's even more chocolately than the choco cros of Japan, since there's chocolate in the dough here. It was less buttery but more chocolately, and while I miss choco cros, this is a good substitute.


I'm seeing sashagee tonight! And other than that, my upcoming plans are fluid. Yesterday lisekatevans and I went on a walk along the Lakefront when it was technically closed, but just like all the other times it's been closed no one cared, not even the group of bike cops we saw go by. We sat on the path, watched the swollen lake lap over the lowest tier and walked on the nearly-swamped pier, and chatted for an hour. Other than the asshole screaming obscenities at several passersby for daring to come close to him during the Plague Year (outdoors, in the lake breeze, when we know that shouting is far more likely to spread respiratory illnesses ), it was incredibly peaceful. Since being outdoors is pretty safe, I feel like I'll be spending more time at the lake this year than I ever have in the past.

I didn't get to go to Mishkan's meditation, but that walk was healing too.

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[dorchadas]

No problem at all! It's so perfect.