p.s. Always loved Tom Lehrer! He was one of the reasons I had for considering UCSC.![]()
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Ahhh, that explains a lot about regging practices, doesn't it?
If only Lehrer had done a Scn version of The Vatican Rag.

AWWWW!
next time I'm near Lake _______, I'll phone you, and we can hook up.
For anyone who wants to meet the "Great and Powerful Oz" oops, I mean me. We're going to be at the Whale Fest, Clam Chowder Tasting, and Wine Festival in Mendocino on March 5,6, and 7. We do this every year.
We'll be staying at Aunt Jess's house (a B & B).
Actually, we hope she won't be there. People always seem to end up dying when she's around.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3pFZw5xqO0&feature=fvw
Too many people have lost too much by their involvement with COS for there not to be at least a little kvetching when any of us get together...but mostly joy at having survived it, I hope! Oooh, I LOVE glass beach! Haven't been there for far too long...Love the central coast area in general...I can forsee a reunion gathering camp out next summer...who's up for planning it?![]()
"Be quiet, eat your shiksa" - a line from Sleeper, a Woody Allen film.Lakey, I apologize for my shicksa spelling...but I was making a joke, about kvetching and klatching...Too many people have lost too much by their involvement with COS for there not to be at least a little kvetching when any of us get together...but mostly joy at having survived it, I hope!
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We go to the Whale Fest in Mendocino every year. There is a Wine Tasting ($30 buys you a glass that you schlep around and get refilled all over town) On saturday morning there is a Clam Chowder tasting. Many fine restaurants in the area bring cauldrons of their special clam chowders, that get tasted until they run out. It is mostly locals, in the know, there, but the different chowders are each terrific. The beaches, lighthouse, walks are all relaxing and beautiful. The vistas are marvelous.well o crap! I have an appointment with the Tax Man on Mar 8. A Monday. I couldn't get home in time for it.
I do love Mendocino. We have spent many Anniversaries there at the old Mendocino Hotel. An Historical Masterpiece.
Just South on the Coast, at Ft Bragg, there is a beach named Glass Beach which in centuries past was a dumpsite, I've been told. The Ocean has polished all the glass that was on the beach into small brilliant pieces about the size of your fingernails. I have a couple candy dishes full of these. I use them in some of my Succulent dish gardens. The BTs love them.
Up the Coast to the North is Shelter Cove. Hard to get to. Land is cheap. It's where the San Andreas Fault goes into the Pacific Ocean. Some of my family have their boats there.
Then inland from Mendocino is the most beautiful Campground. It at one time was a little port named Usal. It is still Usal, but is a humongous meadow among the ancient redwood trees. You can make camp between the roots of the redwoods. Some roots form rooms like 3 or 4 bedroom homes. There are wildflowers everywhere...Foxglove, Crocosmia, etc etc.
I have family in Mendocino County and many friends there. I do so wish that you and your family and I could all be there at the same time. We can do it next year in March.
Challenge
Different "Glass Beach" Pismo is in the middle of CA. Mendocino is in the way far up North. Nevertheless, a good idea for a beach party. Let's invite Frankie and Annette.
"I can't talk, I'm eating my shiksa" - a line from some Woody allen film.[/QUOTE]
Is this line intended as a serious sexual innuendo or is there some other less offensive form of humor involved? This line alone would probably make the movie R Rated.
Not so well known as the Yiddish word for a non Jewish woman, "Shiksa" is the companion word for a non Jewish man, "Shaegitz" or Shage for short. My cousin Burt who I visited in Florida when I was a teen ager lives in Palo Alto now and visited Southern California some years ago and went with me to an Aunt's house where a party was taking place where most of the people were Jewish. Burt is tall and thin and has blondish hair and blue eyes. I introduced him to my Aunt when we came in as my first cousin on my Mom's side of the family and my Aunt (on my Dad's side) had never met him and said, "Your first cousin huh, I would have taken him for a Shage."
My Mom and all her relatives had their heritage from Poland on her Father's side and Vilna, Lithuania on her Mother's side. When I was little, we would visit my grandparents on my Mom's side and also have a Passover seder there every year. There was this large contingent of these Aunts and Uncles from Vilna. They all looked like clones. They were all large boned people, a little taller than average and almost all had red hair and deep blue eyes but they had very Jewish type noses, long and hooked sort of like a beak. They referred to themselves as "Litvaks". I just looked it up on Google and it means Lithuanian Jews and Jews from what is now Belarus.
My Dad's family came from Russian Jews from the Ukraine around the capital of Kiev and the Black Sea port of Odessa. Both branches of the family must have heavily inter married with the non Jews of their areas because it is not real obvious to most people that I am of Jewish blood. Thank God, I do not have a Jewish nose! I am usually taken for Italian or Greek or from Lebanon.
This old Jewish man, Leonid, whom I met at the train station in Breclaw, Czech Republic, last July when taking the train from Berlin to Vienna, however, spotted me as being Jewish from a cursory look from about 50' away. I was having trouble making my connection to Vienna and no one spoke any thing but Czech there and he was watching me go crazy and he spoke English and came over and helped me. He told me point blank, "You are Jewish aren't you?" I said,, "Oh my God, how did you know, everybody thinks I am Italian or Greek." Leonid said to me, I saw you from nearly 100 feet away, trying to get those Czechs to understand you and I turned to my wife and said, see that guy over there, I am sure he is Jewish. I said, what feature is it that enabled you to spot me. He said to me, I am a Jew, I was born in Russia in the early 1930's in a Jewish ghetto and lived amongst Russian Jews my whole youth, there is no feature of yours that tipped me off, I know a Jew when I see one, I can spot one from a block away. I said, I quit going to temple and practicing the religion when I was 21. He said that does not matter at all, a Jew is a Jew and I can spot one a mile away. I thought that was absolutely amazing!!
Not so well known as the Yiddish word for a non Jewish woman, "Shiksa" is the companion word for a non Jewish man, "Shaegitz" or Shage for short. My cousin Burt who I visited in Florida when I was a teen ager lives in Palo Alto now and visited Southern California some years ago and went with me to an Aunt's house where a party was taking place where most of the people were Jewish. Burt is tall and thin and has blondish hair and blue eyes. I introduced him to my Aunt when we came in as my first cousin on my Mom's side of the family and my Aunt (on my Dad's side) had never met him and said, "Your first cousin huh, I would have taken him for a Shage."
He sounds like Paul Newman in Exodus?
Paul Newman is the paradigm of Jewish, of course?
type casting
Of course, not.
(not Spartacus) 

I AM a "shaegitz"!(not Spartacus)
EP