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Following the most recent flare up in the middle east, the 2023 Israel-Hamas war, I felt compelled, for whatever reason, to reread The Chosen, by Chaim Potok. By sheer chance, I read this book when I was a junior in high school. Our class actually assigned groups for different books, and I picked and was placed in The Chosen group. What I did not know then but I do know now is, if my mother is to be believed, I'm actually named after one of the characters in the book. Chaim Potok was one my mother's favorite authors, and she claimed she read and loved every book by him except I Am The Clay which, if I recall he statements correctly, was a bit too philosophical and strange.
The book starts with a lengthy, perhaps too lengthy in my opinion, baseball game between Reuven's and Danny's teams (they are both the main characters). Danny is a Hasidic Jew, so too are his team members, whereas Reuven is practices Judaism in a more modern American way. During the game, Danny hits the ball and it strikes Reuven directly in the eye—Reuven is wearing glasses, too, so he gets shards of glass in his eye after the hit. He spends the next week in the hospital where they remove the glass shards and his eye heals. Danny visits him in the hospital, apologizes, and they become friends. After his release from the hospital, we learn that Danny's father never talks to him except about the Talmud. Reuven, of course, finds this strange, and says as much, but Danny defends his father, insisting he's a great man. Danny, for an extended period of time, has been going to the library after school and reading "forbidden" books (and by "forbidden" we really just mean anything that's not directly related to studying the Talmud).
Reuven eventually visits Danny's (and his father's) synagogue, where he sees first hand how Danny's father never talks to him, except to argue about details in the Talmud. During one such exchange, he learns that his father intentionally plants mistakes in his discussions, and excepts Danny to find and correct them. He also plants a mistake for Reuven to find, which he does.
Figure 1 Easily the best AI-generated waifu I've seen yet.
I was trying to generate AI waifus using Adobe Firefly for my imagined Chosen anime, and I wanted masked anime girls. So my prompt was "Jewish anime girl with white hair wearing a Venetian mask" and whoa, this girl is gorgeous. She's now officially entered my waifu folder on Morganna's House, and she'll be an official post avatar from hear on out. Mask anime girls are so sexy... is that why I liked Melia Antiqua in Xenoblade Chronicles 3 even more??
One of the first fairly stressful moments in the book occurs during Reuven's second visit to Danny's house. This time, it's not shabbat, so he's able to talk to Danny's father, Reb Saunders, directly. Or, well, more of have tag team match with he and Danny on one team, Reb on the other, and they discuss the Talmud. At least, that's what it appears until Danny leaves to get some tea for his father. Once Danny leaves, Reb immediately tells Reuven that he knows his mind is sharp, but what can be said about his soul? Reb tells Reuven he knows Danny is secretly reading forbidden books in the library after school, and demands to know what they are. Reuven, realizing that his father would find out sooner or later anyways, answers honestly. Reb doesn't have much to say, and he never addresses the matter with Danny (keep in mind, he never talks to his son, so too will he stay silent about this).
Eventually, both Danny and Reuven graduate high school and go to college. This sets up for a pretty exciting exchange where Reuven spends hours, days, explaining a single confusing passage in the Talmud. He concludes by saying explanations regarding the passage are "pilpul" (a Jewish term for "divine hairsplitting over pointless details in the Talmud"), and concludes that the only explanation that explains all the contradictions is that the Talmud, as written, is incorrect. Perhaps a scribe copied it down incorrectly. In fact, Reuven was able to reconstruct what it likely said originally from the simplest commentaries we have on the piece. His professor tells him he, and his father, are both very smart. But then tells him to never do such a method of analysis again.
Figure 2
When I was generated AI waifus with the prompt "mask" I kept getting COVID style face masks, which didn't quite fit the theme of what I was doing. This is one of the few that didn't feel directly covid related, although I can feel like it draws some part of its training set from medical face masks.
The climax of the book is the final chapter where Reb, after months of asking to see Reuven, finally speaks with him in his study. He informs him that he knew of Danny's plans, his reading, his studies, his refusal to become a rabbi like he, and his goals to become a psychologist. He then explains why he raised his son in silence. He said he knew Danny had a great mind, but what of his soul? He needed to teach Danny silence, to listen to silence, to make him suffer through his own inner turmoil because how could he become a Tzadikk if he couldn't bear the weight of his community's collective suffering? The goal of his decades of silence was to teach him compassion. Danny didn't need his father to teach him how to read or study, this was something he could easily do (and did) on his own. But he didn't want his son to be a great mind without a soul, so he, I would argue very imperfectly, taught him compassion by teaching him to "listen to silence" and endue his own suffering.
I think any reasonable person would say Reb's method was cruel, but it certainly felt dramatic. And for a book, that's all I need!
The Chosen was so good that I plan to, eventually, read My Name is Asher Lev. That's another ostensibly very good book by Chaim Potok. I already stole it and put the pirated copy on my kindle. Right now, thought, I'm going to read through a book on digital photography I bought recently. That's my new evening reading book. It's more of a textbook, but I think after that I'll move on to Asher Lev. Gosh, this made me think of the time about I year ago where I read The Memoirs of Marie LeFarge (both volumes). I wish Morganna's House existed a year ago, I would have enjoyed making entries about my opinions at the time I was reading through Marie's account of her marriage and poisoning. But alas, at least I won't lament in such a way for anything I read now, now that I can, in part, document it here.
I ordered some new ink (Higgins Eternal) for my flex nib calligraphy pen. The Waterman is a bit too runny, exactly like the Copperplate book said (Fountain pen nibs are too watery and prone to feathering). Ironically, one of my least favorite inks, the iron gall ESS Registrar's ink that I tried performs exceptional well in my calligraphy pen. I know it's iron gall and waterproof, both things the book recommended I avoid. But it's so dry that it doesn't feather at all on the page. Also the subtle transition from blue to black as I write is pretty satisfying. I may order more, but I'll wait until the end of this week because I've already spent a lot over break and I figure I'll wait until my big bonus of backpay! Still, even practicing with the slightly too watery Waterman ink is fine, in the interim. I feel like I'm really improving. I think for practice I eventually need to just rewrite all of the sentences in the fifth Spencerian practice book. Actually, I think I'll set that book aside right now so I don't forget.
The Germination chamber was still leaking this morning, so I lowered the temperature (so the compressor would run more often to reduce the humidity), and placed a drip tray below the right corner of the front door to catch any water droplets. I also removed what I could of the silicon grease I put on the gasket. While it did increase the seal, it made it too difficult to open the door and it didn't even stop the leak regardless. The only solution I can see is cutting the humidity build up and accepting some may drip near the bottom gasket and catch it accordingly. Otherwise, I'll have to just disable the machine.
I updated and redid parts of the archive yesterday. After some experimenting, I think the best way to structure the file system of the archive is archive/year/month.html. Originally, I was planning to put everything for a single year on a single page, but the load times of the page were quite high because there are so many images that have to load in, and that my virtual instance is hosted in France, as opposed to nearby in Chicago.
I know I've mentioned it before, but I find it mildly therapeutic just sitting here and typing. There's something about typing on a loud mechanical keyboard like this for a while and watching the words fly up on the page. I find it therapeutic the same way I find calligraphy therapeutic. There's just something about putting words down on a page, by whatever means, that I enjoy. I remember years ago, before I even got good with calligraphy, just writing random sentences on range pieces of scrap paper with my fountain pens at the end of every day. At the time, I told myself this was because I wanted to ensure the fountain pens didn't dry out (which they will if you don't write with them). But I don't think this was entirely my motivation for doing so, and at the time I suspected as much. I just like writing. I just like typing. So, I figure calligraphy and making a website like this is, at the end of the day, a logical conclusion to the things I enjoy doing to unwind and feel better. I think many people would scoff at the idea of writing/typing as a therapeutic exercise, and perhaps for them they are correct. But for me, I look forward too it so much, I want to do it so much, that, second to buying new things, is one of the few things I look forward to in my life.
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