Latkah Open House! (And you're invited.)

This Wednesday, December 7th, I will spend the day labouring in the kitchen, grating my knuckles, instead of writing papers and studying.

The result will be delicious latkahs for all to enjoy.

This year, my latkah shindig is being shared with Kolot Rabbim as their Chanukah festivity. Here’s the email that went out to those folks, to give you an idea of what to expect:

Come join us as KR usurps Benjamin’s Chanukah tradition: the Annual Latkah Open House. An excuse to leave the McGill Ghetto (perhaps for the first time this semester?), take a break from studying and paper-writing (BYOB!), and stuff yourself silly with latkahs (and see how many people we can stuff into Benjamin’s small apartment). The latka-thon begins at 6 p.m.If anyone wants to donate their knuckle skin to the latkah-making process (but please, no knuckle skin in the latkas), please email Benjamin.

You don’t have to be Jewish, you don’t have to use it as a study break excuse… But you do need to come!

(Email me for my address if you don’t know it.)

Procrastinating - bocher style

The post in which I can finally appropriately use my Justin usericon.

So, in the spirit of great procrastinators, I decided to fire up the ol’ newsreader, a lonely application that I have been ignoring since the paper-writing panic set in a week or two back.

Buried in the links of a blog I read, I found out about The Chevra, a yeshiva bocher boy band. (No, I’m not kidding.) Their sound is reminiscent of The Party Posse. (The boy band formed on the Simpsons, in a parody of N Sync, whose members included Bart, Milhouse, Nelson, and Ralph. In other words, overly synthesised, harmonised, and produced.)

Then, to add to the joy, I find that some bored yeshiva bochers on vacation made a fake music video for the Chevra’s song “Lecha” (complete with lip-syncing, cheerleading, and breakdancing).

If your thoughts are on par with mine, you will watch and listen, then decide that yeshivas are the gayest places on earth. And, as such, you should become bal tshuva, join a yeshiva, and find a husband. Or at least have a good time. *nudge nudge wink wink* (And, failing that, at least you can have a satisfying platonic love life, as this video demonstrates.)