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[sovay]

A new record this year: of slightly more than a hundred hamantashn made this evening by my mother and myself, only three unfolded and bubbled out while baking. We ate the evidence anyway. And also some non-evidence. In addition to the traditional flavors of apricot, poppy seed, and prune, this year we tried a raspberry filling, which produces an effect not unpleasantly like a jam donut.

Having just heard Momus' "I Was a Maoist Intellectual" for the first time, I thought maybe I was over-reading the line about the hotel doorman as a shout-out to Murnau's Der letzte Mann (1924), but then I saw that his second most recent album is heavily inspired by Pasolini, so I stopped worrying.

My headache levels were within endurable limits today, which is why I suppose I found out that my credit card information has been hacked.

Comments

[asakiyume]

You have to be less good at making hamantashn, otherwise you won't have much evidence to eat!

*very* sorry to hear about the credit card. Really one of the random, throw-of-the-dice monsters of our current age.

[sovay]

You have to be less good at making hamantashn, otherwise you won't have much evidence to eat!

Well, it makes the people we give them to happy!

*very* sorry to hear about the credit card. Really one of the random, throw-of-the-dice monsters of our current age.

Thank you. I don't even know if it was a purchase I made, a data breach on the company's part, I don't think I'll ever know. I totally could have done without it, though.