Roland Dodds brings me doohickeys
Apr 29, 2008 Blogophilia, Jocularity
Roland has tagged me in this sentence game doohickey, and who am I to break the chain?
Here’s how it goes:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.
It seems like a party game without the headache in the morning. It’s the kind of thing you do if you are having trouble getting to sleep, I guess. Which I hardly ever do.
But what do you know. Your lucky night!
Here come my three sentences, based on my closest-to-hand English language book right this minute, a little old number called The Torah Profile (Mesorah Publications 1988), edited actually by my old friend Rabbi Nisson Wolpin, that I am not quite sure what it’s doing here. I mean, I do have a lot of this stuff, but why it is in the bookshelf in my home office seems to be a Passover cleaning artifact that I am powerless to explain. I mean, it has my wife’s maiden name written in it! Anyway, the book is an anthology of biographical sketches of Torah scholars from different eras originally published in Agudath Israel’s Jewish Observer magazine. This selection happens to be about the Tunisian sage Hakham Yitzhak Hai Tayeb who lived from 1743 to 1837, if you don’t mind! (To those of you who know Har Nof in Israel, I believe it is he after whom the street called Rechov Chai Taib is named.)
Okay, here goes:
The Phoenicians had two city-states, Tyre and Sidon (cities by those names still exist today), each with its own king. The Phoenicians were known as the world’s best businessmen and shippers; indeed, there is archaeological evidence that they reached North America. It goes without saying that they had branches of their export-import trade in every port of the Mediterranean, Tunis — or Carthage, as it was known in antiquity — among them.
Hope you’re satisfied, Roland.
Sprite that I am, I hereby playfully tag Nieporent, Irina, Mary, Soccer Dad and Ara.
April 29th, 2008 at 1:01 am
I am always satisfied to bring pointless doohickeys!
April 29th, 2008 at 8:18 am
“Laughter in these poorly designed places rose a few feet into the air and dissipated like steam, always giving me the feeling I was bombing. One night, from my dressing room, I saw a vision in white gliding down the hall – a tall striking woman moving like an apparition along the backstage corridor. It turned out to be Pricilla Presley, coming to visit Ann-Margret backstage after after having seen the show.”
from “Born Standing Up” by Steve Martin
April 29th, 2008 at 4:17 pm
Well, that was weird…I was reading your post and picked up the nearest book, just to “play along.” Then, er, I saw that you tagged me.
Here’s my stuff.
P.S. Good thing my copy of Harold and the Purple Crayon wasn’t close at hand. It has only, like, 64 pages (and only a few sentences per page).
April 29th, 2008 at 4:53 pm
“The off-site workshop began with two days of PowerPoint presentations in a poorly lit, cavernous room.”
Boy Ara, how many times have I seen that go nowhere fast…
April 29th, 2008 at 6:45 pm
You’d probably enjoy this book, then.