Some of them, yeah. They're icky.

My aunt, who is possibly one of the least hip people in the world, just recommended one of the Jewish hipster blogs to me. (One I've been reading for a few years, actually, but one that pretty much has the reputation of being mostly obsessed with "underground" Jewish music and being more-progressive-than-thou. I've seen posters there declare "too mainstream" a guy who had one video that had some airplay on MTV for about a week and performed once or twice on the late-night talk shows.) But anyway, I sent out an email to a few family members about a new version of the dreidel song put out by Sasha Baron Cohen's brother, with a link to the youtube video for the song. There's a wall of graffiti featured pretty prominently in the video which has "Yeshua," the Hebrew for Jesus, written in huge red letters. My email was essentially, "Does that say what I think it says? And if so, huh?" She responded with "It sure looks like it says what you think it says. You should take a look at what the posters on [blog] have to say about it."

I'm puzzled.

Here's the video, if anyone's curious: [link]

brenda, your dad cracks me up.

mac has made his selections for grandma, grandad, and uncle. YAY! I can get them all online or by phone and will be done this week!

Ultimately Emmett picked her up and she rode on the tree the last half block home.

Hec and family have somehow fallen into a made-for-TV Christmas movie. Next I expect there will be dancing and spontaneous song.

I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to put up my pre-lit fake tree. I thought I'd never give in to the fake tree, but after spending two hours trying to straighten a tree in its stand by myself a couple of years ago, I went out right after Christmas and bought one for half price. My plan for tomorrow is to climb to the top of my pull-down attic stairs and stare at the boxes that say "Christmas."

Hm. In "interesting timing" news, we just found out that another house on our block got robbed. That's two in two days. Both apparently walked in an unlocked door. Lovely. Yeah, we'll be locking all our doors all the time from now on.

I rarely post pics, but mac at Macy's infamous Santaland: [link]

OMG, did you do that??

Anyone who feels they've gotten a substandard tree should pause to consider my father [link] and I think you'll find you're doing okay.

Ha!

I don't feel like putting up a tree this year, for whatever reason. Maybe it will come to me later.

Actually, shrift, are you doing anything tonight?

I'm kind of on self-imposed house arrest this weekend to write and get other shit done. But mostly writing, since the Yuletide deadline is making me panic.

Next I expect there will be dancing and spontaneous song.

I'm fairly convinced this is happening.

It is likely that I will get a tree tomorrow. I've been debating in my mind how much I want to battle with my boys to get them to drag all the decorations down from the attic. Every year it is pretty much a solo effort to get the place decorated, but I do enjoy the end result so it will happen.

Last year I didn't decorate. Trying to work up some enthusiasm. It might help if I wasn't overheated from cooking. They promised 50s tonight, but still over 70 outside.