Playoff pizza pt 1
Feeling a little peckish…
The American League Wild Card Game was baseball. It was baseball and baseball and baseball, everything good about baseball. It was a lead going back and forth, managers making decisions we could argue about and players making decisions we could celebrate. It was the eternal promise of a game without a clock, the cliché of a baseball purist revealing its roots and showing us how it became a cliché. It was a home team celebrating in front of fans who have waited too damned long to celebrate.
Grant Brisbee (SB Nation)
Read the rest: “Royals, A’s and the maddening nature of baseball” http://www.sbnation.com/mlb/2014/10/1/6877183/royals-athletics-mlb-2014-wild-card(via mightyflynn)
Hey people in the Lincoln, NE area!
This adorable butt is Carley. And my parents are making me find a new home for her. She’s about three, and a black lab mix. She’s super sweet send pretty high energy. She’s unfixed, and she does very well with women, kids, dogs and cats. She’s wary of adult men, but she’ll warm up pretty quickly. She would make an incredible family dog.
She was abused as a puppy, and she’s got a touch of separation anxiety, but she’s incredibly sweet and affectionate. She’s never been aggressive, just skittish. She’s also crate trained.
Even if you can’t take her, please signal boost. It breaks my heart that I have to rehome her, but I want to make sure that she goes to a great home.
Signal boosting for a dog that needs a home.
Grow your own. Or make friends with people who do. 2 gallons picked in 15 minutes. Eat one, pick two. #growyourown #strawberries #strawberryshortcake #tennesseefarm (at Clover Bell Farm)
There she is. We’ve been looking for you little girl. Never mind. Safe and sound and got our exercise in for the day. #lostandfound #dextercattle #heifer #cowsofinstagram #cloverbellfarm (at Clover Bell Farm)
— T.H. White | The Once and Future King
Did anyone receive this ask from me? At least two did not. And I don’t see that anyone answered. Don’t reply to this post(I’m going to delete it) but please send me a message via whatever means we use to communicate if you *received* the question(even if you have no intention/interest in answering it, just for the sake of finding out if tumblr delivered it to anyone).
On a Rosh Hashanah which fell on Shabbos - R’ Levi Yitzchak of Berditchiv rose and said:
"Lord of the Universe, today You judge each person for the coming year, and grant him life or condemn him to death. But, on this Rosh Hashanah You are forced by Your own Torah to grant a good and healthy life to all Your people in coming year. After all, on Shabbos You have decreed in Your Holy Torah that it is prohibited to write. How then can You fulfil ‘On Rosh Hashanah it is written down’? There is no way for You to inscribe anyone in the Book of Death, because writing is forbidden. On the other hand, You may certainly inscribe us all in the Book of Life, because when there is pikuach nefesh (danger to life) the prohibition on writing does not apply.""
I have said it before and I’ll say it again: my people invented rules-lawyering.
Trololololo! Happy New Year, my fellow Hebrews; may your year actually be new, and sweet. Plus all that stuff about the Book of Life too.
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
For many of us, this time of intense introspection on past, present, and future is a daunting mission, made eerier by the reading of Unetaneh Tokef, part of the liturgy of the High Holidays that contemplates who will live and who will die in the coming year: Who by fire and who by water? Who by sword, and who by beast? Who by hunger, and who by thirst? Who by earthquake and who by drowning? Who by strangling and who by stoning?
The text doesn’t ask: Who by self-inflicted harm?"
Wow. That last line.
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