Tour Dates

We've just bought our plane tickets for the trip home this December. We'll be leaving on the afternoon of Friday 14th but, because the trip takes so long and because we cross the date line, we don't arrive until the morning of Sunday 16th.

That means I won't be able to make it to Cam's BBBQ. No biggie, I don't like gaspacho anyway.

It'll be a busy time of year and I'll only be in Sydney until Boxing Day so, if you want to see me, you'd better make an appointment, otherwise you'll have to take a number and join the queue. So that you don't request an appointment on a day I already have plans, I've posted a rough schedule.

Nick and Cindy will be appearing at the following venues on the dates listed below:

Sunday 16th December - 7.50am arrive Sydney Airport; lunchtime, Xmas party with my father's family.

Monday 17th - shopping for Australian food; visit grandparents; ad hoc shit with Joel

Tuesday 18th - Muru Mittigar?

Wednesday 19th - morning, Penriff markets; afternoon, Featherdale with Lisa and Jezebel

Thursday 20th - morning, city; afternoon, UNSW

Friday 21st - BBQ at Steffan's; Katoomba

Saturday 22nd - day, touristy stuff in town; evening, Opera House

Sunday 23rd - ad hoc shit with Cameron

Monday 24th - my grandmother's birthday

Xmas - lunch at my parents'

Boxing Day - to Wooli

6th January - back to Sydney

Monday 7th - depart Sydney airport 4.15pm; 10.57pm arrive Indianapolis (no, the flight is not that short, we cross the date line)

(I hope posting this information on the internet doesn't make me too easy to assassinate.)

Mazal Tov

So Saturday morning Cindy and I got up early to drive to Pittsburgh with some friends who were also invited to a wedding there.

We checked into our hotels Saturday afternoon and then went for a dinner cruise on the rivers of Pittsburgh. The Allegheny and Monongahela rivers join to form the Ohio river at Pittsburgh, so they count that as three rivers. (The bride grew up there and seems proud of their having three rivers.) It was nice to get a look at the city that we wouldn't have otherwise, on such a whirlwind tour.

I had never been to a Jewish wedding before so I can add this to my list of American experiences. (I had seen my friend Matt break a glass under his foot in order to spite his Christian father-in-law but that doesn't really count.)

As a groomsman, I had to get there a couple of hours early to practise. All that seemed very normal; groom waiting at the altar (ok, not an altar but a tent; but Christian churches don't have real altars either, so why do we say it like that?), groomsmen escorting bridesmaids in, bride brought in by her father (and mother!). But once the ceremony started the differences became bigger. The first thing they did was sign the marriage contract, which the groom assented to despite the fact that it was written in Aramaic. The rabbi read a little of that out (not too much phlegm at that stage, he only read a few sentences.)

Then he gave a sermon/roast of the bride (everyone was laughing) before saying, I think it was seven, blessings in Hebrew. (That's when it started to get a bit phlegmatic.) And the bride and her mother and (I think) the groom's mother, all held hands and did seven laps around the groom. That can take quite a while in a wedding dress!

The bride and groom had to drink from both the glass of joy and the cup of sorrow (more Hebrew blessings on the wine). I don't know why they didn't just skip the cup of sorrow, that might have saved them some worries later. Then a glass was broken underfoot and there was much yelling of "Mazal tov!"

And after the meal they all started dancing the hora. The bride and groom were hoisted up on chairs and danced about; then the bride's parents; and then the groom's gentile parents, who probably weren't expecting that.

Food and drinks were good and I got a souvenir kippah, inscribed inside with the date of the wedding. Oh, and instead of bonbonnieri our gifts were classic novels; I already had a copy of Ivanhoe, so I swapped it with Cindy for Walden.


I should also mention how hard it is to wear a kippah. I've realised that I tilt my head back when I laugh, because every time I laughed that day, even the slightest chuckle, my kippah fell off. Still, I couldn't bring myself to use the bobby-pins provided.

After the reception we hit the road straight away and got home to Bloomington just before midnight.

Dylan Plays Bloomington

We just got home from seeing Bob Dylan in concert for the second time in just a couple of months. This time, instead of having to drive up to Indy, he came to us for IU's Homecoming Concert.

He played a similar set but with more newer songs than last time. Again, it's interesting hearing his older stuff played in his new style. "It Ain't Me, Babe" fares very well (I think he played that both times), "My Back Pages" does ok, but there's something strange about hearing "Blowin' in the Wind" sung to a halting bluesy beat.

Opening for him was Elvis Costello, whose music I don't really know. Still, I was impressed. He played very enthusiastically and engaged the audience quite a lot with the sort of political comments that go down well in a college town. (Bloomington is a pool of Blue in an ocean of Red.)

Tomorrow morning Cindy and I leave for Pittsburgh for a wedding. It's going to be a big weekend.

I'm jinxed

If I haven't posted anything in a long time, if you haven't seen me on your favourite chat network in a while, it's because I'm bad luck with computers.

I've already mentioned that few weeks ago, just before we left for that conference at Toronto, my computer suffered massive hard disk failure. When the new semester started Cindy bought a new MacBook with the money her dept had given her for academic expenses. I quite enjoyed getting that set up for her and was using it a bit myself. Then last week her brand spanking new computer also died!

Which is why I haven't been online much. I check my email regularly with her PC but I'm not very comfortable with these French keyboards so I'm rarely in the mood for new blog posts.