In the wild October nighttime
Man, today was both Simchas Torah and the two hundred and sixth anniversary of the Battle of Trafalgar and I missed it. I should have sunk a ship with a machzor, or something.
Also Ursula K. Le Guin's birthday, which I am grateful for.
Brass Monkey, "Dr Fauster's Tumblers/The Night of Trafalgar/Prince William"
But our gallants all the while after fighting through the day
Were beating up and down the dark sou'west of Cadiz Bay
The Klezmatics, "Simkhes-Toyre"
Afile di shtern mit der levone
Zenen gegangen trinken vayn
Tori Amos, "Black-Dove (January)"
They don't know you've already lived
On the other side of the galaxy
P.S. I don't know if you would call this a bonus, but looking to see if I had any genuine science-fiction songs on my computer:
Eliza Carthy, "Space Girl"
She said that Venus was too hot and Saturn not much fun
And bug-eyed monsters tended to be just a trifle dumb
She said I'd need a blaster and a freezer gun
And I did, I did, I did
Also Ursula K. Le Guin's birthday, which I am grateful for.
Brass Monkey, "Dr Fauster's Tumblers/The Night of Trafalgar/Prince William"
But our gallants all the while after fighting through the day
Were beating up and down the dark sou'west of Cadiz Bay
The Klezmatics, "Simkhes-Toyre"
Afile di shtern mit der levone
Zenen gegangen trinken vayn
Tori Amos, "Black-Dove (January)"
They don't know you've already lived
On the other side of the galaxy
P.S. I don't know if you would call this a bonus, but looking to see if I had any genuine science-fiction songs on my computer:
Eliza Carthy, "Space Girl"
She said that Venus was too hot and Saturn not much fun
And bug-eyed monsters tended to be just a trifle dumb
She said I'd need a blaster and a freezer gun
And I did, I did, I did

Ships were made for sinking, whiskey made for drinking. If we were made of cellophane...
I should have liked to see that!
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I read it the ArtScroll translation of the Song of Songs and it committed suicide.I'd have thought of something.
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"Open to me, my beloved, for my head is full of dew-like thoughts of Abraham . . ."
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