Happy Jew Year

As part of the festivities, I wanted to see how long I could go in London with a kippah on my head without an asskicking. 36 hours. Well it could have been longer actually, but after the ever-polite British gentleman warned me that he overheard the lads in the doorway of the Syrian association "saying some very rude things", I wussed out. Wussed out!

In other news, I spent four hours in shul yesterday. FOUR. I'm done for this decade.

In still other news, Olehgirl became the first socialist Republican in modern history. I have the honor of being the first snarky Independent.

My options, as of this writing are:

-Get on the dole with the British welfare system. This is appealing, as welfare is the sole attainable goal left in most Western societies.
-Hook up with a private Christian school in Cairo, so that I may finally become a persecuted minority among persecuted minorities who, were they in the majority, would be my persecutors.
-Teach army recruits in Saudi Arabia. Oy, tempting.
-A private language school in Istanbul. Just the phrase "private language school" gives me the warm fuzzies.

I want to close this entry by giving hope to psychotics who snapped while on LSD and never recovered. While the full document I recieved will be scanned for your pleasure, an excerpt from the advertising copy reads:

"There are those media types who pride themselves on their penchant for Thinking Outside The Box. At ThamesPath PFC we dare ask Why a box and not a whippet or a pair of orthopaedic wellingtons?"

Why indeed?