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Still, during Sukkoth, the students don't seem dysfunctional. Berg has put them up for a spiritual slumber party. Laughter rings out, and the smell of pea soup and fresh-baked challah bread emanates from the kitchen. Says Erickson: "Kabbalah is like the spiritual refrigerator. If you're hungry...
...International Creative Child and Adult Month --International Drum Month --Real Jewelry Month --1-7: National Fig Week --2: Plan Your Epitaph Day --2-8: National Chemistry Week --2-8: National Osteopathic Medicine Week --2-8: National Split Pea Week --3-7: Drug-Free Babies Week --3-7: National Notary Public Week --8: Cook Something Bold and Pungent Day --9-15: Operating-Room Nurse Week --10-16: Release Your Beauty for the Holidays Week --17: Homemade Bread Day --19: Have a Bad Day Day --20: United Nations Africa Industrialization Day --21-27: National Farm-City Week --21: World Hello...
...authorized to sign no treaties, command no armies, make no wars. All she had was the way she looked and sounded and behaved. No model or actress could hold a candle to her. She was the image every child has of a princess--the one who can feel the pea under the mattresses, who kisses the frog, who lets down her hair from the tower window...
...temperatures, looking skyward until our necks were sore. Everyone ooed and ahhed, and I think I was the only kid in town who admitted to not being able to see the damn thing. Finally, one frigid night I looked through the telescope at the high school and saw a pea-sized white blob. I'm told it was the comet, but it looked more like frost on the lens to me. I knew from school that we wouldn't see the blob again for 75 years, but that was fine by me because my face and fingers stung from...
...Hale-Bopp. Dining halls had been abuzz with tales of sightings for days, and Harvard's armchair astronomers regaled whoever would listen with hyperbole and an occasional fact. Not wanting to miss out on the chance of four millennia, I turned my eyes skyward yet again. The same pea-sized white blob hung in the sky, and it was only after I cleaned my eyeglasses that I was convinced it was indeed a comet and not a piece of lint from the laundry room--piece of lint whose death toll was presently 39. I shared my disappointment with a companion...