June 6th, 2004

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Poem for Sunday

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Aish.com has an unexpected and fascinating article on "Shrek's Mazel" as the film was written by a man who was raised a Reform Jew ("which for me basically meant the paintings of Chagall, the Holocaust, and trees in Israel" -- my G-d that rang bells, one after another, for me), converted to Christianity under friendly pressure from missionaries, discovered Jewish spirituality from an Orthodox friend and is now traditionally observant himself. "A main theme [of Shrek 2] is a definition of love that I heard from a rabbi: 'What's important to you is important to me.' At the meetings with Dreamworks executives (many who are Jewish), now and then I would mention that this is a traditional Jewish idea. It's really a basic theme of the film, and I'm proud to have helped steer things in that direction," he said. It never would have occurred to me to think of that as a particularly Jewish teaching, and reading his explanation of why was quite intriguing. This is why I read Aish.com even though their Israeli politics and mine are on opposite ends of the Jewish spectrum.

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My sons both got attendance awards from Hebrew school. This is really something of an achievement even if it sounds silly, as 98 percent of the parents are perfectly willing to let their kids miss week after week for sports, whereas we always make our kids go for the first hour or the last hour or as much of the class as possible, and we need to have a serious discussion about soccer vs. Jewish education for next year. (See above re: Chagall, the Holocaust and trees for Israel.) The prizes were box seats at a Frederick Keys game today, each with additional tickets for parents, so we are going with my parents to see minor league baseball, which I often enjoy more than major league baseball. It is cool and somewhat overcast and looks to be a perfect day for it.

Dilemma: Next weekend we have Orioles tickets with my in-laws, the one big game we are likely to see this season. Due to the rain yesterday, my son's bat-a-thon and team pictures have been rescheduled for the exact same time as the opening pitch, an hour and a half away. Do we pressure him to go get his picture taken with his team, or to miss it to let the family together enjoy the not-inexpensive day in Baltimore? Or do we simply present the facts to him and let him decide (which with my older son invariably means fifteen changes of mind, and it's quite possible that he'd tell us to give away the Orioles tickets, then change his mind and cry bitterly)?
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Got a Beat Up Glove, A Homemade Bat and a Brand New Pair Of Shoes

Am back from watching the Frederick Keys lose 10-3 to the Kinston Indians. The Indians are top-ranked and have a winning percentage over .700. The Keys are in last place and let's not talk about their percentage, let alone the combined ERA. Here is my favorite player on the Indians, who has the second best batting average on the team and the most RBIs, but see if you can guess why he was my imaginary boyfriend for the afternoon:


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We did have perfect weather -- high 60s/low 70s, breezy, somewhat overcast. We were sitting in a block of seats with others from our synagogue, including one of the rabbis, who made predictions about the game that did not in fact come true. My mother got my kids every form of junk food in the stadium so tonight ought to be interesting.