My Excuses

To quote another long absent blogger, "I'm not dead yet" (Unfortunately, he has not posted in the months and months since then. Let us hope it is not an omen.) The reason for this absurdly long haitus is the computer situation back at home. See, the deal is this: The only computer with internet access is in my brother's room. Which makes a certain amount of sense, since he's usually the only one to use it. But now that I am home, I have to force my way into his room and manually pry him away from the computer every time that I want to check my email. I shudder to think what I would have to do to make him give me the leisure to post.

Actually, that's not entirely true. Probably, if I said that I had an awesome idea for a blogpost, he would move off the computer to let me post it. And stand by my side watching me type it. And pointing out my typos....

But, alas, blogging- or at least my blogging- doesn't happen quite like that. I can only post when inspiration strikes, and the inspiration, or even the inclination to go to the trouble of posting lasts for such a very short time. One bolt of lightening, vague interest, and then pfizzle. All gone. So the actual creation of blog posts relies on the precise coincidence of inspiration and access to a computer. Such coincidence, is, of course, helped when one spends most of one's day in front of the computer, but it is rendered nearly impossible when any access is curtailed by one's brother. That's all there is to that.

Also, sometimes I worry that I am sick and tired of blogging. I mean, there is so much of everything out there. Do I really have anything particularly interesting to say? Do I really have the need to say it? It is, I will grant, occasionally terribly amusing, but it's a lot of effort to go to (to which to go? Ugh) without any sort of inspiration. And so the days and weeks go by. And the guilt builds and builds.

But now that I am posting, I might as well give the world a twelve-second update on my life (No, I don't know if it's precisely twelve seconds to read. It's certainly a bit more to type. But it sounds so much more precise than "ten seconds" or even "a minute"). I am currently hanging around my house, spending time with family, friends, and an assortment of books, trying vaguely to find a summer job that's going to want someone for only a month. My main vocation, such as it is, is getting my aliya paperwork together. Did I mention that I'm making aliya? Well, I am. And so I'm scurrying around, here and there, getting my forms filled out and so forth. The plan as it currently stands involves my going to Israel around August and entering the Hebrew University Summer Ulpan program. Rather entertaining, really, since two of my friends are going to be going there as well. Friends with whom I went to seminary and with whom I am going to be going to Bar Ilan. It's sort of sad- I had this one year where I pretended to have my own life and now zoop! I get sucked back into this Three Musketeers-ship. Maybe I'll post more about that later, should inclination and access collide. Anyways, the ulpan runs through the end of September, after which are chagim, after which I begin the law program at Bar Ilan. That is, assuming that I really have been accepted, since I haven't gotten any papers from them and have only the assurance of my sister in Israel, who spoke to some people in charge there.

There. That's all. It's not, I admit, terribly exciting, but it probably will be a lot more interesting in August. Of course, then I may not have access to computers, so y'all may not get to hear about that craziness either. Ha ha.