Blush and Gold Utah Wedding
Photography: Alixann Loosle
Do you realise that for a whole year there has been on this planet a Martin Tielli song about Robert F. Kennedy and I didn’t know about it?
Like he didn’t write it, the words are by poet Scott Garbe and it’s technically a Cowboy Junkies project with a bunch of other artists, but still!
A representative from the Kidney Foundation of Canada came to our kindergarten one day and proceeded to give a presentation that was way, way, way over our heads in every possible way. We learned that kidneys were a thing inside our bodies, and that was about as much as we could process. She then gave us each a sticker like this.
Not only was I too young to get the clever joke, I also hadn’t even heard the phrase “I love you with all my heart” before. The sticker made no sense until I got home and asked my mother about it.
The result is that now whenever I tell someone I love them—as I tell C every night—my brain immediately adds "…with all my kidney." This one sticker from an ill-conceived awareness event has stayed with me my whole life and lodged itself in a fairly important part of my psyche. Whenever I love people I think of the Kidney Foundation.
I just thought of it because I’m having a panic attack which is centred on having mild lower back pain and thinking what if it’s my kidneys. Kidneys, I love you. I love you. Please don’t hurt me. I will always protect you.
Friends, I love you with all my kidney.
I wonder if the reason The Doctor chose that face was so that it would be a reminder to him. When he last saw that face, it belonged to a doomed Roman man and his family in Pompeii, and Donna told him to “just save someone… please.” She showed him that not everyone needs to die - not all the time. Sometimes, The Doctor can save someone. Maybe he thought he needed to be reminded of that.
Just before I said Havdalah, I noticed through the window that the moon was out. I haven’t said Kiddush Levana in awhile, because it feels sort of sad and pointless with only one person, but I thought, “sure, it’s nice out, I might as well.” In the time it took me to find the service in my siddur, the sky clouded over and I can no longer see the moon.
Now, I could easily look up the answer to this (my intuition is that it’s probably fine since I did see the moon at one point in the evening and I know damn well what day it is). But the fact that there is an answer to look up is one of the things I love so much about religion, and one of the things I find hardest to convey to people who aren’t predisposed to find it fun and endearing. (Same kind of personality that’s amused by legal conundrums, often.)
Side tangent, in case anyone misreads me there: it’s not the fact that there is an “answer” to look up that I like. What I like is that religion created a question that would not have occurred to a non-religious person, and from there various debates ensued, and I can read opinions going back thousands of years about this one small detail. The thing of “religious people like having all the answers in a book” is a common argument that I find…doesn’t apply to most of the religious people I know, I guess? Books almost always bring up more questions than they answer, even religious books. And answers are the worst! Answers mean all the fun is over.
Fuck answers. I want ideas.
Anyway, how about this guy on frum-occupied stackexchange, commenting on whether you say the “peace be with you” part if you’re alone:
In this situation I usually leave “שלום עליכם” in my gchat status until I get three responses. I admit it’s more for fun than anything else
Like come on. That’s ridiculous and loveable. What G-d wouldn’t want us to be both of those things?
This is what it sounds like if you’ve gone back in time to the year 1995 and you’re the main character of a Canadian TV series (it doesn’t matter which one) and you have a big car chase scene.
I’m embarrassed to like this but I kind of do, because I can listen to it and immediately be having a big character moment where I disobey my personal code of honour in order to get rid of a bad guy. But this time, for good. (Shot on location at some warehouse outside Mississauga, probably.)
I’m not even addressing what goes on in this video, especially starting at about 2:10 where the lead singer nearly makes out with the guitarist and then sticks his fingers in the guy’s mouth for awhile.
Look I may have a tab open that was just me googling “eva green’s boobs” but you know what only God can judge me