Thursday, November 03, 2005

208. Jell-O

I still, unfortunately, have no time to write anything of substance, and will be working late into the night. (Which for a self-employed person is much better than the alternative, so I'm not really complaining.) Since this blog is all about chanting, I feel obliged to note that yesterday I feared, for the first time since I started doing this a few years ago, that I had bitten off more than I could chew. I was given one week to learn an entire column of Torah, an amount that took me three weeks this summer. I panicked; being unprepared is not an option. I decided to take advantage of the fact that I don't have a boss (except for myself, which is why I work way too hard), and spend a few hours this afternoon practicing my portion over and over and over again. I feel much better now, and will swear off any more marathon learning for at least a few weeks. By tomorrow I hope those 24 verses will migrate from the short-term, tip-of-the-tongue part of my brain and settle into the humming-it-in-the-shower-because-I can't-get-it-out-of-my-head section. Preparing to chant reminds me of making Jell-O. It sets when it sets, and you can't rush the process.


HCaldwell said...

I liked your Jello analogy.
Then I tried to imagine what would be analogous to a jello mold or those bits of fruit or (shudder) carrots slivers that people put in Jello. It was a wasted, but thoroughly enjoyable few minutes.
Although I am usually out of my cultural frame of reference and have to look up some of the words. I find your blog to be a thoroughly enjoyable read, as well.

alto artist said...

Ha! and thank you very much!

You realize that tomorrow morning, as I read about the birds and beasts leaving Noah's Ark, I will now be unable to stop visions going through my head of little pairs of fruit slivers dancing down the gangplank...


HCaldwell said...

Then, my work here is done.