Nilly, when you aren't beleaguered, I have a question for you (or anyone else who's know the answer.) A childhood friend of mine got married, and she's jewish. She's also an artist. She mentioned this gorgeous piece of art was part of the marriage and wedding. It's this enormous (seriously, 2m x 2m)...painting thing. It was shaped roughly like tablets (old school, a la Moses? I really don't know,) filled with tiny hebrew script. It's very arty and seriously gorgeous. They have it in their home. I didn't get to ask her about it, so my question is, is this a jewish marriage thing? Or just a friend-who-is-a-jewish-artist thing?

Posters of mid-20th-century advertising: [link]

I especially like the car ads. Back then, most all car ads featured paintings of cars, and they tended to exaggerate the length and lowness of the cars. (eta: [link]

The site also has pictures od futuristic rocket ships, flying boats, and what-not, as imagined in the '40s-'60s.

sara, do you have any idea what were the words inside it?

Some of the couples make their "ktuba" (sort of a legal (well, religiously legal, of course) document stating the obligations of the husband to his wife), which has a nearly set familiar phrasing, into some really beautiful art. I don't know any that big like your friend's, and it can totally be designed and decorated as anybody wants it, but at least one couple I know got, as a present from a family member, an artist-prepared ktuba which now hangs in their living room.

If it's not that, then I guess that it's a friend-who-is-a-jewish-artist thing, but either way, I'm now curious to see it!

(Answering it is more fun than labeling references, could you guess?)

sara, do you have any idea what were the words inside it?

Yeah...nope. My knowlege of hebrew is dreidel and that's iffy. The ktuba thing might be it, I don't know. I'll have to ask Isadora. I know she, her dad, her inlaws, her husband and some good friends worked on it.

Her family is the reason I know anything about judaism. I grew up in a small but largely catholic community, so things like Purim and Hannukah (I never spell that right) were hard to come by unless you knew an actual member of the faith. We were lucky. We were invited to their holidays and invited them to ours.

NILLY! I forgot to call, I suck.

I know she, her dad, her inlaws, her husband and some good friends worked on it.

The sister-in-law of a friend of mine wanted her khoopa to be special, so she had it made from combined pieces of fabric, each embroidered by a different member of the family (they decided together on a theme and the like - it didn't look like a quilt, as far as I could understand). That's what your story reminded me of.

Hannukah (I never spell that right)

Hey, that's exactly the way I spell it.

We were invited to their holidays and invited them to ours.

I wish there were a way for this to happen here. I'm so curious, and before b.org, there wasn't really anyone to even ask, let alone really sit and talk to, who practiced any other religion.

Plus, hey, now you get to have all those sukkot in your neighborhood!

msbelle! No, you don't. [Edit: you'd get a tired heavy-tongued stressed out who-calls-here-at-this-hour me, so that's perfectly OK. Saturday evening (my tomezone, so a little after noon in yours) I'll be here again for this report, anyway.]

[Edit: oh, my post #! It's all consecutive digits, but all scrambled like my brain is right now, and> 3+4=5+2. Why couldn't I have a research grant report on post numbers? I could grammatically analyze "slumbernut" and explain about 17!]

Plus, hey, now you get to have all those sukkot in your neighborhood!

Hee! Yep. And the other day when I drove down Park Heights, one of the big jewish community centers had a huge fair going on. It smelled so good!

I wish there were a way for this to happen here. I'm so curious, and before b.org, there wasn't really anyone to even ask, let alone really sit and talk to, who practiced any other religion.

I grew up in a very liberal, only moderately christian faith (quakers, although my community was of the very liberal branch so not entirely representative.) I frankly consider myself pretty areligious, though raised in a judeo-christian culture. But really? I'm not well educated in it. My dad the athiest has a better education (the episcopalians threw him out!)

But I am thankful for I was lucky enough to attend quaker meetings,assorted protestant services, catholic masses and jewish temple (what is that service called) in my growing-up years. I might not feel at home in any of them, but it helps me to understand.

And hey, I've heard the muslim call to prayer too. Beautiful thing, that. Though it makes my cat kinda weird.

Nilly! I'm sorry about your all nighter, which sucks, but glad to see you here.

Skipping to say Yay

I don't like washing pots. Scrubbing grease and baked on stuff--yuck.

Reason #1 to have a dog. Evolution has built her to clean nasty pots and she has a blast doing it. Then I give a scrubby-dub with the Dawn and its done.

Totally.

sara, could we have this conversation again, soon, on a time in which I could actually participate, instead of wishing my fingers to figure out what my brain probably thinkgs but is too involved in explaining to me about the whole sleep thing to bothe phrasing? It's really interesting, and I don't want to waste it on comments like 'yeah" and "oh", you know?

Lee! I may cave in and go to sleep. If I still have a hard time figuring out the order of the ABC (I'm arranging a few dozens of references right now, and at first I typed ABS, which I think means I really indeed can't tell the letters of the ABC apart, doesn't it?). But I'm here on time to wish you a great vacation, at least, right?

[Edit: hey, the digits in my post # are in order, unlike, well, pretty much anything else, if you ask my brain. Silly brain, listen to the numbers!]