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bread doesn’t have the option of 5 brochos bdieved before eating it!

rice isn’t BROWS so you don’t make al hamichya but you make mezonos!

Don’t feel so bad everyone. The Phantom Tollbooth also gets it wrong on page 188.

A sandwich made of different things and you decide which is tofel/ikar?

oomis sorry you are wrong. We have to follow the rules. You said

“ANYTHING you add or subtract and then multiply”

No we multiply first and then add!

So 1 + 1 X 0 = 1 because we first evaluated the multiplication of 1 X 0 = 0

So we have 1 + 0 and that’s 1

What do you want credit for…you have the closest relationship to Hashem than most of the entire world! Yes we give credit to a learning disabled person who struggles to finally figure out that 1 + 1 = 2 but if you can win the Nobel Prize then you change the entire world in a way that he will never be able to. The same applies in the ruchnius sense.

OK seriously…

Yes anything times zero is zero. And if you have pq=0 then you know either p is 0 or q is 0 or both.

Another way to think about multiplication is that you are making combinations. If I had 3 colors and 4 shapes then I have 3×4 = 12 combinations of colored shapes.

But if I had 5 shapes and no colors I would have zero combinations of ‘colored shapes’ since…there are no colors.

And that’s the nice thing about multiplication, because you can take say velocity and time, multiply them together, cancel the units and get the distance.

Pickled herring is what they eat in Sweden. Do you know any Swedish Jews? I certainly don’t!

Everyone knows that sushi is the one true Jewish food. When I eat sushi I think of R Zushia

When you and your husband have a rav to turn to there is no machlokes. But if you try to do things on your own and ask random people on the internet for advice then you will run into more problems with avodas Hashem than the issue of missing minyan.

“One of Dedi’s songs is taken from Abba (a non jewish pop group). The composer is given as ????? ???? ???. “

poppa bar abba?

Since when did Obama supporters cared about the constitution? All he has to do is sign an executive order and say he had to do it because he was tired of waiting for the lazy congress and states to pass the amendment!

I don’t think it is so tznius to discuss women’s tznius issues in a public forum. Good luck finding a new shul, SlichosGenendel.

Every Man a Slave is available from Amazon for over $100. Used. If you want it new, it is $843.92!

I find it hard NOT to eat low carb…except for the sedorim. I wonder about all these people who are excited by quinoa as if they just have to have a starch in every meal.

I suppose if you are a vegan who doesn’t eat kitniyos, you’d need to eat quinoa because of the protein. I don’t know of any other vegan sources of protein that aren’t kitniyos or chometz.

abra wrote: “So you’re putting your own selfish interests above helping a friend? “

Not cheating is selfish now?

Herring is not ‘yuch.’ It melts in your mouth. Like butter.

It’s almost like eating a nice piece of sashimi with soy sauce.

Obama thought there were at least 57 states and now he’s the president. So there you go.

Poe, E.

Near a Raven

Midnights so dreary, tired and weary.

Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore.

During my rather long nap – the weirdest tap!

An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber’s antedoor.

“This”, I whispered quietly, “I ignore”.

Perfectly, the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering ember.

Inflamed by lightning’s outbursts, windows cast penumbras upon this floor.

Sorrowful, as one mistreated, unhappy thoughts I heeded:

That inimitable lesson in elegance – Lenore –

Is delighting, exciting…nevermore.

Ominously, curtains parted (my serenity outsmarted),

And fear overcame my being – the fear of “forevermore”.

Fearful foreboding abided, selfish sentiment confided,

As I said, “Methinks mysterious traveler knocks afore.

A man is visiting, of age threescore.”

Taking little time, briskly addressing something: “Sir,” (robustly)

“Tell what source originates clamorous noise afore?

Disturbing sleep unkindly, is it you a-tapping, so slyly?

Why, devil incarnate!–” Here completely unveiled I my antedoor–

Just darkness, I ascertained – nothing more.

While surrounded by darkness then, I persevered to clearly comprehend.

I perceived the weirdest dream…of everlasting “nevermores”.

Quite, quite, quick nocturnal doubts fled – such relief! – as my intellect said,

(Desiring, imagining still) that perchance the apparition was uttering a whispered “Lenore”.

This only, as evermore.

Silently, I reinforced, remaining anxious, quite scared, afraid,

While intrusive tap did then come thrice – O, so stronger than sounded afore.

“Surely” (said silently) “it was the banging, clanging window lattice.”

Glancing out, I quaked, upset by horrors hereinbefore,

Perceiving: a “nevermore”.

Completely disturbed, I said, “Utter, please, what prevails ahead.

Repose, relief, cessation, or but more dreary ‘nevermores’?”

The bird intruded thence – O, irritation ever since! –

Then sat on Pallas’ pallid bust, watching me (I sat not, therefore),

And stated “nevermores”.

Bemused by raven’s dissonance, my soul exclaimed, “I seek intelligence;

Explain thy purpose, or soon cease intoning forlorn ‘nevermores’!”

“Nevermores”, winged corvus proclaimed – thusly was a raven named?

Actually maintain a surname, upon Pluvious seashore?

I heard an oppressive “nevermore”.

My sentiments extremely pained, to perceive an utterance so plain,

Most interested, mystified, a meaning I hoped for.

“Surely,” said the raven’s watcher, “separate discourse is wiser.

Therefore, liberation I’ll obtain, retreating heretofore –

Eliminating all the ‘nevermores’ “.

Still, the detestable raven just remained, unmoving, on sculptured bust.

Always saying “never” (by a red chamber’s door).

A poor, tender heartache maven – a sorrowful bird – a raven!

O, I wished thoroughly, forthwith, that he’d fly heretofore.

Still sitting, he recited “nevermores”.

The raven’s dirge induced alarm – “nevermore” quite wearisome.

I meditated: “Might its utterances summarize of a calamity before?”

O, a sadness was manifest – a sorrowful cry of unrest;

“O,” I thought sincerely, “it’s a melancholy great – furthermore,

Removing doubt, this explains ‘nevermores’ “.

Seizing just that moment to sit – closely, carefully, advancing beside it,

Sinking down, intrigued, where velvet cushion lay afore.

A creature, midnight-black, watched there – it studied my soul, unawares.

Wherefore, explanations my insight entreated for.

Silently, I pondered the “nevermores”.

“Disentangle, nefarious bird! Disengage – I am disturbed!”

Intently its eye burned, raising the cry within my core.

“That delectable Lenore – whose velvet pillow this was, heretofore,

Departed thence, unsettling my consciousness therefore.

She’s returning – that maiden – aye, nevermore.”

Since, to me, that thought was madness, I renounced continuing sadness.

Continuing on, I soundly, adamantly forswore:

“Wretch,” (addressing blackbird only) “fly swiftly – emancipate me!”

“Respite, respite, detestable raven – and discharge me, I implore!”

A ghostly answer of: “nevermore”.

” ‘Tis a prophet? Wraith? Strange devil? Or the ultimate evil?”

“Answer, tempter-sent creature!”, I inquired, like before.

“Forlorn, though firmly undaunted, with ‘nevermores’ quite indoctrinated,

Is everything depressing, generating great sorrow evermore?

I am subdued!”, I then swore.

In answer, the raven turned – relentless distress it spurned.

“Comfort, surcease, quiet, silence!” – pleaded I for.

“Will my (abusive raven!) sorrows persist unabated?

Nevermore Lenore respondeth?”, adamantly I encored.

The appeal was ignored.

“O, satanic inferno’s denizen — go!”, I said boldly, standing then.

“Take henceforth loathsome “nevermores” – O, to an ugly Plutonian shore!

Let nary one expression, O bird, remain still here, replacing mirth.

Promptly leave and retreat!”, I resolutely swore.

Blackbird’s riposte: “nevermore”.

So he sitteth, observing always, perching ominously on these doorways.

Squatting on the stony bust so untroubled, O therefore.

Suffering stark raven’s conversings, so I am condemned, subserving,

To a nightmare cursed, containing miseries galore.

Thus henceforth, I’ll rise (from a darkness, a grave) — nevermore!

— Original: E. Poe

— Redone by measuring circles.

Like I said, it’s British.

So it would be like saying shehakol on an ice cream sandwich?

So…who is planning to have Pesach at the Hilbert Hotel?

I thought you were going to say Hashem hu malkenu v’lo anu avadim.

“and certainly not from Shnitzy with a -y and not an -el.”

El Shnitz. I think I had that from Carlos and Gabbys.

It’s a lot less than those deep fried batter dipped overstuffed pastrami sandwiches that I’d like to make.

Nope. You just lost to a bunch of monkeys!

“The chacham Tzvi, when he heard that some rabbonim wanted to ban gebroskt, said, there are so little things a yid can eat on Pesach already, why rob him of his Taanug Yom Tov of gebroskt. “

This was obviously written before the gebrukts free, Kosher for Pesach gnocchi and fusili pasta that I found in the freezer section.